Chapter 64:

He didn't expect a man to take off his clothes than to wear clothes, which is more tasteful than wearing clothes. Men in clothes are rigid, and the one-eye-at-a-time view surprises Mo Tong. Even Zhang Ziyan's beauty doesn't touch him very much. After so long in the house, I rarely saw Ji Yan and Zhang Ziyan in the same room at night.
And Zhang Ziyan also told him that Ji Yan was very boring, that she would not change her posture on the bed, and that even if the woman took the initiative to propose the same room, Ji Yan would have no choice but to accept.
"Uncle Ji, haven't you been in the same room with Mrs. Ji for a long time?" Mo Tong took a sip of his wine lightly, his charming eyes, silently watching the men who changed clothes one by one, the man didn't notice Anything was wrong, and I didn't even see the dim light slowly flowing in Mo Tong's eyes.
"Ok.
"Yi Yan lowered her eyes a little embarrassedly and nodded slowly. He was originally a monk who was not interested in these passions. If he had to satisfy Zhang Ziyan, he wouldn't... It is harder to take the initiative than to go to the sky.
Ji Yan took a bath with the hot water prepared by his servant, and took off the hair band on his head with his back to Mo Tong.
The man sits in the bath barrel and cleans his body and hair. The man's hair is not as long as Motong. He usually uses a hair band to tie it up, and only removes it when combing the hair and washing.
Mo Tong put the jug in his hand on the table. He grabbed the sandalwood comb placed on the bronze mirror money. The man heard the footsteps approaching behind him, and soon felt a pair of hands stabilize his head.
The man didn't open his eyes, only heard Mo Tong whispered: "Uncle Ji, I will do it for you.
"His movements were very light, and he slowly supported the man's hair and combed them at once.
The man didn't refuse Mo Tong's help. Mo Tong's movement was very light, which made him feel very comfortable. Unexpectedly, Mo Tong would care about people. Although it was a devil, it was not difficult to get along with, and Yan Yan was very relaxed and closed his eyes.
Mo Tong's slender fingers were slowly inserted into the man's hair room, gently massaging his head for the man, the man's body also gradually relaxed, and the faint heat in the bathtub slowly rose up, plus The candlelight in the upper room was dim and the color was very ambiguous.
I don’t know how long it has passed, maybe because it’s too comfortable, the man is a little sleepy, he feels suddenly cold and hot in the barrel, he immediately realizes that he may be affected by the wind and cold, whenever this time, his spirit Power is the weakest, and his spiritual power can only heal trauma, which is completely useless against this wind evil disease.
Ji Yan soaked for too long, he was sore all over, he didn't want to move, and finally he spoke weakly: "Mo Tong, you take me to bed.
""it is good.
"It's rare that Mo Tong has no objection. He took the man out of the bath tub, which means that the man now meets him frankly. After all, he is a man, and he doesn't need to be taboo.
The man was carried to the bed. After Mo Tong wiped the water for the man, he heard that the man had dried his hair. During the whole process, the man did not resist, because Mo Tong’s movements were considered gentle, so the man did not hate Mo Tong’s Help, of course, the man didn't forget to say thanks to Mo Tong. Mo Tong didn't dress the man, he just covered the man with a thick quilt.
The man was about to get up and look for an inner dress. When he saw Mo Tong standing beside him, he undressed and climbed onto the man's bed. He opened the quilt and got into the bed and slept with the man's smooth quilt.
"What do you do? A mortal wouldn't sleep like you, want... to wear an undershirt..." The man forgot whether he told Mo Tong that the two men slept meticulously together.
"Uncle Ji, you have been invaded by the wind evil, you are so hot.
"Mo Tong didn't even listen to the men's explanations. Of course he knew the rules of mortals. When he saw the man showing helplessness and remembering to look up, his slender arms wrapped around the man's waist. Leaning on him, the upper body of the two ambiguously stuck together.
"..." Ji Yan still had time to speak in the future, when he saw Mo Tong leaning towards him, buried in his neck and sniffed, the faint heat from the other person's exhalation stimulated his consciousness... Then.
Ji Yan heard Mo Tong's voice whispering quietly in his ears-Mo Tong's low, magnetic and pleasant voice, and a husky voice whispered in the man's ear: "Uncle Mi, you are sweet.
"The ambiguous voice echoed in the dimly lit candle room...