Chapter 50: Cute little white flower

"Qing Luo." Liang Yin shook Qing Luo's hand holding the clothes.
This grip shocked Qing Luo. He turned his head subconsciously and saw the cool sound in his shirt.
Only then did he realize that Liang Yin hadn't finished taking off his clothes just now to bake him, and now Liang Yin was wearing a jacket and he was almost baked.
"sister!"
Xiao Baihua looked at the girl in front of her, her eyes earnestly hot. The heartbeat speeds up even faster, and all the thumps are about to jump out of his chest. The inexplicable tension makes his whole mind tense.
Sister, what does she want to do today?
Xiao Baihua wanted to withdraw her hand, but how could Liang Yin give him a chance, and she held his palm tightly.
He even stretched out the other palm directly and held Xiao Baihua's palm tightly.
"Sister, let go first, why are you suddenly..." Xiao Baihua was a little anxious, her face was full of panic, he looked at Liang Yin's hot eyes, a little dodging.
"Qingluo, don't you understand until now? I like you, very, very much, and I want to be a dual monk with you!"
Liang Yin held Qing Luo's hand tightly, his eyes were very firm, it looked like she was talking about something very righteous, and it didn't touch Shuang Xiu in the slightest.
"sister?!"
Xiao Baihua's eyes widened suddenly. Even though he had already thought that Liang Yin might say these things, after hearing it from Liang Yin's mouth, his heartbeat still missed a beat.
"Qingluo, what about you? Do you like me?" Liangyin's eyes stared straight at the little white flower, and those sincere eyes made Qingluo feel that his entire chest was filled with warmth.
Xiao Baihua couldn't help but red eyes. There was mist from the bottom of my eyes, and I looked at the cool tone with clear eyes, and couldn't help crying and laughing:
"Sister, I like it, I like it to the bone!"
He got up, stepped forward, half-kneeled and hugged Liang Yin into his arms. Hugging tightly, as if to melt into the bone marrow.
Probably because of the force, the wound on the shoulder that had just been bandaged was overflowing with blood.
For a moment, the air was filled with a sweet smell of blood.
When Liang Yin saw it, he was anxious: "Qing Luo, don't hold it! The wound will open!"
For a while, Liang Yin didn't dare to push Qing Luo again, because she was afraid of hurting him.
Liang Yin was stunned for a moment, and finally reached out and hugged the boy's wolf waist.
The hot and humid touch spread under his hands, and the cool sound at this time just remembered that the clothes on the boy were still wet.
"Sister. You don't know how much I like you." Qing Luo whispered to the girl's ear, the voice was gentle and nostalgic, lingering.
Liang Yin raised the corners of his mouth, and a gentle smile appeared at the corners of his mouth: "I know, but now, can you dry your clothes first, it makes me wet!"
Qing Luo, who was wrapped in great joy, suddenly opened his eyes when he heard the words, and quickly backed away.
Perhaps because of the urgency, Qing Luo strained the wound on his shoulder again.
Liang Yin looked at the blood spilling on Qing Luo's shoulder, his eyes filled with distress, and his tone changed instantly: "Qing Luo, the injury on your shoulder has been pulled away again. Don't do this again!"
"Sister, I'm sorry, I, I didn't mean it..." Qing Luo looked at their chests, stained with a little water, and explained in a panic.
"It's okay, it's just a little wet. It's you. You are the most uncomfortable after wearing wet clothes for so long. Take it off quickly and I will help you bake your clothes. You can't move your shoulders, so sit and rest. "
Liang Yin's eyes were softer, and he stretched out his palm towards Qing Luo.
Qing Luo silently looked at the white palm, his face turned red, picking up the outer robe that had been baked and dropped to the ground, and handed it to Liang Yin. Blushing:
"Sister, put on your clothes first, my clothes, let me bake them myself."
"Don't wear it!" Hearing this, Liang Yin hugged her arms, and turned her head pretending to be unhappy: "You won't let me bake your clothes, and I won't wear your clothes. This cave is so cold. Let me freeze to death."
"sister……"
"Quickly give it to me, I'll listen to you, everything is up to you!" Liang Yin stretched out his hand and placed it in front of Qing Luo with his brows curled.
Seeing that Liang Yin couldn't make Liang Yin change his mind, Qing Luo blushed and agreed.
But when he just put his hand on his waist and was about to pull the belt, he seemed to think of something, and the hand that pulled the belt couldn't help but pause.
"Sister...can you avoid it first?" Qing Luo raised his head and looked at the girl who was staring at him tightly. She was so nervous that she stiffened.
"Let me see, can't you?" Liang Yin tilted his head, his eyes filled with a sly smile.
"Sister..." Qing Luo flushed with a handsome face, and her clear eyes seemed to be extremely shy. Watery.
That simple and handsome appearance. People couldn't help but refuse, and Liang Yin felt soft and had to surrender.
She raised her hands and covered her eyes: "Okay, okay! I won't look at it, you can change it quickly!"
Seeing that Liang Yin had already covered his face, Qingluo nervously began to change his wet robe.
When Qing Luo began to change his outer robe, Liang Yin covered his eyes with his hands, revealing his fingers.
At this look, Liang Yin's eyes suddenly widened. The young man's figure was still as strong and strong as he remembered.
The white jade skin is even better than that of the woman.
Especially that face, handsome and upside-down sentient beings, long and narrow peach eyes seem to be able to speak, long and temple-like eyebrows, and a knife-like face, handsome but not sharp. It's perfect.
When it is pure, it is like clear spring water, when it is evil, it is like a flower of the nether realm, with fatal temptation.
Perhaps Liang Yin's eyes were too hot. Qing Luo raised his eyes and met Liang Yin's gaze.
The clothes that had just dropped his shoulders suddenly squeezed, looking at Liang Yin with shame:
"Sister, don't you think it looks good!"
"Of course! I didn't watch it!" Liang Yin covered his eyes again. But from time to time, the fingers still came out. Not honest at all.
In the end, Qing Luo endured Liang Yin's peeking gaze, took off his wet clothes in shame, and handed Liang Yin to roast.
When Qing Luo took off his wet clothes, Liang Yin had already put on his robe.
Liang Yin held Qingluo's clothes and roasted them quietly by the fire. From time to time, he glanced at the handsome boy who was sitting aside, his body tight and his face flushed.
A sly smile flashed in her eyes, and she put Qingluo's semi-dry clothes on the tip of her nose and smelled it.
The teenager raised his eyebrows and said, "Um~! This smell is really fragrant, like a certain kind of flower. Qingluo, why are you more fragrant than a woman?" 　　 "Sister!" Qingluo looked at the cool sound frivolously. With a sigh of action, his entire face suddenly became red to the base of his neck.