Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

She raised her head slightly and then stared at the man who was hanging down.

The other person's hair under the light seemed to faint a thin layer of light. In the light and shadow, he was a little softer than usual, and he was a little colder. It’s just that the face is still indifferent, the long eyelashes are under a faint shadow under the eyes, and there seems to be a cool, cold thing in the pupil. “Don’t move.”

The curvature of the thin lips is a bit sharp, and the cold voice is as cold as the one to the extreme.

Shenmu snorted and then sat in the bathtub very well.

Jiang Yiran took back his sight, and then took a light brown comb from the place where he placed the goods behind him. His eyes looked from high to low, but he did not give a feeling of arrogance, but that kind of thing, everything really entered. Can't feel the alienation of his eyes.

Stretching out the right hand holding the comb, the fingers of the knuckles are very white and slender, and Jiang is not steadily combing the cat sitting in the bathtub, and when he sees a stain on the top, he endures Can not help but gently raised his brow.

Although the man's method is unfamiliar, but the strength is just right, Shen Mubai couldn't help but snorted, and the green-green scorpion stared straight at the past.

Jiang has combed for a while, then put the comb in a small basin with dirt inside, and then began to put warm water in the bathtub.

The pair of good-looking slender hands began to pour water on the body of Shen Mubai, put a little bath in the water, and then put it on the hair. Jiang will maintain the look of the face all over the place, if not the brows that are slightly raised, No one can see his emotions at the moment.

After being caressed by the hands, Shen Mubai couldn't help but shrink. Although he is now a cat's body, it is very shameful to think about what to bathe.

So she couldn't help but whisper, and the green scorpion stared tightly at the painted water.

The eyes can escape, but the feeling is not acceptable.

Shen Mubai can clearly feel that the slender hands are washed from their necks to the body, then from the legs to the soft stomach, she is extremely stiff sitting in the bathtub, not afraid to struggle, afraid to accept myself The man who entered the house will throw her out the window.

The strength of the other party's wash is just right, but from this body's memory, it is always the hostess who helps bathe. After following the life of the little master, the play disappeared from time to time, and at the end it was not going home, so there was no such thing as Jiang’s bathing.

Shen Mubai secretly glad that although the man is a raw hand, but it will not hurt her, when it is really hopeless.

But when the other hand's hand slipped to the tail, Shen Mubai still had the urge to bury himself, and the furry ears were ashamed to be slightly shy.

The tail is a very sensitive part of the cat, and the feeling of crispness is all over the body. She can't help but scream, and then curls up slightly.

Jiang Yiran seems to be aware of her reaction, and the action has been paused, but she continues to move in her own hands. For a person with mild cleansing, he has to wash until he thinks it is clean.

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

The man was separated from her by a distance, and did not treat his cat as gentle as other shovel officers.

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