She raised her head slightly, and then met the eyes of the male protagonist who was slightly lowering his eyes.

The other party's hair seemed to be fainted with a thin layer of light under the light, and in the light and shadow, he was a little softer than usual, and a little less cold. It's just that there is still an indifferent look on that face, the long eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyelids, and there seems to be something cold in the pupils, "Don't move." ”

The curvature of the thin lips is a little sharp, and the cold voice is as cold as himself.

Shen Mubai meowed, and then sat in the bathtub very obediently without moving.

Jiang Yiran retracted his gaze, and then took down a light brown comb from the place where the supplies were placed behind him, his gaze went from high to bottom, but it did not give people a sense of arrogance, but the sense of alienation that nothing could really enter his eyes.

Stretching out his right hand holding the comb, the knobly knuckled fingers looked unusually white and slender, Jiang Yiran unhurriedly combed the hair of the cat who was sitting in the bathtub, and when he saw a little stain printed on it, he couldn't help frowning slightly.

Although the male protagonist's technique is rusty, the strength is just right, Shen Mubai couldn't help but let out a low meow, and his turquoise eyes stared straight at him.

Jiang Yiran combed for a while, then put the comb into the small basin behind him where the dirt was placed, and then began to put warm water in the bathtub.

The pair of good-looking and slender hands began to pour water on Shen Mubai's body, put a little bath liquid into the water, and then wiped it on the hair, Jiang Yiran maintained that facial paralysis throughout the whole process, if it weren't for the slightly frowning brows, no one would be able to see his emotions at the moment.

was caressed by those hands, but Shen Mubai couldn't help but shrink up, although he is now a cat's body, but he feels ashamed to help take a bath or something.

So she couldn't help but let out a small meow, and her turquoise eyes stared closely at the rippling water.

The eyes can escape, but the senses cannot.

Shen Mubai could clearly feel that the slender hands first washed from her neck to her body, and then from her legs to her soft belly, she sat extremely stiffly in the bathtub, and she didn't dare to struggle, afraid that the male protagonist who finally accepted that she entered the house would throw her out of the window.

The strength of the other party's rubbing is just right, but from the memory of this body, it has always been the hostess who helps it bathe. And after living with the little master, he disappeared from time to time, and in the end he simply didn't go home, so there was no such thing as Jiang Yiran bathing it.

Shen Mubai was secretly glad that although the male protagonist was a freshman, he would not hurt her, and it would be hopeless when the time came.

But when the other party's hand slid to the tail, Shen Mubai still had the urge to bury himself, and his furry ears curled up slightly in shame.

The tail is a very sensitive part of the cat, and the crispy numb feeling spreads all over the body, she can't help but whine, and then curls up slightly.

Jiang Yiran seemed to sense her reaction, and his movements paused slightly, but he continued the movements in his hands. For a person who suffers from a slight cleanliness habit, he washes until he thinks it is clean.

Finally, after half an hour, Shen Mubai was liberated, the foam on his body was thoroughly washed, and then he was wrapped in a soft bath towel.

But the male protagonist separated her from himself for a while, and did not treat his cat as gently as other shovelers.