Chapter 193: Beacon beauties

Feeling Yan Ge's staring eyes, Cao Zixuan had an instinct that he was going to be bad.
He whispered his words with deep affection, his voice was even gentler: "Oh, my head is done, you let me go, and I'll wash it, okay? It ’s all hair on the bed, and it ’s not good to stick to you."
Words: "Anyway."
Her knife moved down with her gaze.
Cao Zizhen ... shivered.
His poor expression was weak: "Well, can you put your knife on the table, it's too sharp, and I'm scared."
Yange: "Well, good."
Cao Zixi was relieved.
But before this tone of sigh was loosened, he was stiffened with a spirit.
"Hey, hey, that's not okay, hey ..." He stammered, trying to break free of the rope, but fearing that he would be self-defeating with every move, and could only move.
"Well, you don't think this hair looks good. I'll clean it myself later, you, don't touch it, too, too dirty."
"It's really dirty." Yan Ge didn't look up. "The knife is sharp, don't move around."
Where does Cao Zizhen dare to move? He does not dare to move now.
He was afraid to startle his words, and he was slow and out of breath.
This is even more terrible than being sentenced to death. Cao Zixu's torment was gone, and he was not even joking with Yange.
He hadn't felt anything at all before shaving his head, but now he really has the illusion that he was being chilled.
His eyes were either staring at Yange, or the sword of Yan singer, sometimes he could not even breathe out.
When Yange finally let go of his knife, Cao Ziyi had a feeling that he had walked on the death line.
The cold sweat dripping all over the body.
Yan Ge went to the bath room to wash like a okay person.
Cao Zizhen was frightened by the song twice. After the hot sweat on his body, the cold sweat spread from the back to the whole body.
Listening to the sound of the water in the bath at the side of the song, Cao Ziyi felt funny afterwards.
I felt that he was so embarrassed that there would still be fear.
He turned his head and held the knot on his hand. The woman's method of knotting was really special.
Thinking of her marksmanship and swordsmanship again, Cao Ziyi's eyes were full of interest.
After Yange took a bath and put on a lining, she lifted the curtain and looked at Cao Zizhen: "How do you feel?"
Cao Ziyi said quickly, "It's a bit cold, my hair is all dirty, and I'm a little dirty. I want to take a bath."
Yan Ge didn't respond, she went to the bed and leaned down, staring at Cao Zixuan.
Seeing Yan Ge's serious and indifferent expression, Cao Ziyi even felt that this woman was fun.
He wanted to lift his head to peck a lip of a speech song, but the speech rose slightly, and his hands and feet were tied. He couldn't kiss the speech song even higher.
Yange pinched his chin with his fingers and squinted at him.
Cao Zizhen grinned at her and said, "Am I pretty?"
"Let me go, I will look better, good-looking and practical, hey, let me go, you help me manage my hair and there, and I have to repay you."
Yan Ge ignored his jerk, she let go of his chin, and put his fingers on him, like a child got a new toy, curiously disassembled and assembled the toy, trying to develop various new functions of the toy.
Cao Zizhen's captivity was covered with "fire". He stared at Yange with his eyes, and Hesuo Shuo's eyes seemed to be brewing silent lava, which would devour Yange in the next moment.