In this high-end bathroom, they had fierce and rough love, and also had extremely tender love.

Will the same scene and the same people stimulate her a little bit?

Judging from Lin Nuanxi's expression, Beitang Yaori only got disappointment.

[Crash...]

Pulling Lin Nuanxi's body over, Beitang Yaori let her lean completely against his chest.

He could feel that Lin Nuanxi's body was slowly relaxing, as if she had found a safe place to rely on, and her thin back was firmly pressed against his chest, as if she was testing carefully like a baby.

A trace of tenderness flashed at the bottom of his black eyes. Beitang Yaori raised his hand to touch the healed scar on her chest, trying to avoid the water.

[The first time you gave me a bath was here, do you remember?]

[…]

The person in his arms was quiet and did not respond.

Beitang Yaori raised his hand, inserted his long fingers into her wet hair, slowly grabbed it together and tied it up, then took the clip next to it and stuck it for her.

The graceful curve of the neck caught his sight, and he suppressed the inappropriate impulse in his heart.

He touched her ears and rubbed them with his fingertips. There was a small ear hole in the soft flesh. Beitang Yaori leaned down and held her small earlobe with his lips.

Use the tip of your tongue to rub and swirl around her soft ear holes, and hear a soft, moist and hoarse voice in her ears.

[I personally pierced your ears. They are almost open and closed now. I only feel a small flesh hole.]

[…]

Lin Nuanxi was like a lifeless soft doll, letting Beitang Yaori hold her in his arms and kiss her wantonly.

The gentle kiss, which only made people feel comfortable without any resistance, failed to get any response.

Beitang Yaori suppressed the inexplicable anger in his heart and held her in his arms with a little force.

[How long will you continue to be autistic? This is not your character. Where has the courage and courage gone to slap me in the face and resist me?]

[…]

Beitang Yaori's beautiful lips had a self-deprecating arc, graceful and moist.

[The taste of power is very charming? Remember, you hate the power in my hands the most, but I used the power in my hands to bring you back here.]

[…]

[I forced you to bathe me here, serve me, and play with me like a pet. At that time, you looked embarrassed, ashamed, angry, and humiliated, which made me enjoy it very much.]

[…]

[Lin Nuanxi, at least give me some response, just like when you resisted me before.]

[…]

No matter what Beitang Yaori said, gentle words, harsh words, provocative words, stimulating words, there was no movement from the person in his arms.

A trace of anger flashed between Beitang Yaori's brows, and he tried his best to restrain it!

[Knock knock knock, Mr. Emperor, I have sent you herbal tea.]

Leng Zhao opened the bathroom door and placed a cup of freshly brewed herbal tea on the exquisite push cabinet beside him.

[Where is the young master?]

The voice that had been filled with ups and downs of emotions just now turned into a consistent, cold voice giving orders.

[The young master has fallen asleep.]

[Leng Zhao, let Lan Fei be responsible for everything he does in Black Swan Castle from tomorrow on.]

[ yes.]

[In addition, compile a detailed file of the child and put him under my name.]

[ yes.]

[Get out.]

[ yes.]

Leng Zhao kept his head down from beginning to end, and didn't look at things he shouldn't. This was a truth that Leng Zhao had always understood. In this high-end bathroom, they had had fierce and rough love, and also had extremely gentle love.

Will the same scene and the same people stimulate her a little bit?

Judging from Lin Nuanxi's expression, Beitang Yaori only got disappointment.

[Crash...]

Pulling Lin Nuanxi's body over, Beitang Yaori let her lean completely against his chest.

He could feel that Lin Nuanxi's body was slowly relaxing, as if she had found a safe place to rely on, and her thin back was firmly pressed against his chest, as if she was testing carefully like a baby.

A trace of tenderness flashed at the bottom of his black eyes. Beitang Yaori raised his hand to touch the healed scar on her chest, trying to avoid the water.

[The first time you gave me a bath was here, do you remember?]

[…]

The person in his arms was quiet and did not respond.

Beitang Yaori raised his hand, inserted his long fingers into her wet hair, slowly grabbed it together and tied it up, then took the clip next to it and stuck it for her.

The graceful curve of the neck caught his sight, and he suppressed the inappropriate impulse in his heart.

He touched her ears and rubbed them with his fingertips. There was a small ear hole in the soft flesh. Beitang Yaori leaned down and held her small earlobe with his lips.

Use the tip of your tongue to rub and swirl around her soft ear holes, and hear a soft, moist and hoarse voice in her ears.

[I personally pierced your ears. They are almost open and closed now. I only feel a small flesh hole.]

[…]

Lin Nuanxi was like a lifeless soft doll, letting Beitang Yaori hold her in his arms and kiss her wantonly.

The gentle kiss, which only made people feel comfortable without any resistance, failed to get any response.

Beitang Yaori suppressed the inexplicable anger in his heart and held her in his arms with a little force.

[How long will you continue to be autistic? This is not your character. Where has the courage and courage gone to slap me in the face and resist me?]

[…]

Beitang Yaori's beautiful lips had a self-deprecating arc, graceful and moist.

[The taste of power is very charming? Remember, you hate the power in my hands the most, but I used the power in my hands to bring you back here.]

[…]

[I forced you to bathe me here, serve me, and play with me like a pet. At that time, you looked embarrassed, ashamed, angry, and humiliated, which made me enjoy it very much.]

[…]

[Lin Nuanxi, at least give me some response, just like when you resisted me before.]

[…]

No matter what Beitang Yaori said, gentle words, harsh words, provocative words, stimulating words, there was no movement from the person in his arms.

A trace of anger flashed between Beitang Yaori's brows, and he tried his best to restrain it!

[Knock knock knock, Mr. Emperor, I have sent you herbal tea.]

Leng Zhao opened the bathroom door and placed a cup of freshly brewed herbal tea on the exquisite push cabinet beside him.

[Where is the young master?]

The voice that had been filled with ups and downs of emotions just now turned into a consistent, cold voice giving orders.

[The young master has fallen asleep.]

[Leng Zhao, let Lan Fei be responsible for everything he does in Black Swan Castle from tomorrow on.]

[ yes.]

[In addition, compile a detailed file of the child and put him under my name.]

[ yes.]

[Get out.]

[ yes.]
Chapter completed!