Quick Transmigration: Straight Man Fails Again

The wall, which is made of precious stones, twinkles and emits a soft light. The hot spring water is infused with spices, which is extremely light and does not appear heavy.

Without Duan Jingyan, the smell is good, Lin Jinan thought silently.

Duan Jingyan leaned against the wall. His hair was put down and immersed in the water. He tilted his head slightly and put his eyes on the boy. He was so gentle that he said, "hurry up and accompany me."

But what you say is

Still fragrant.

Lin Jinan shakes his head, he stares at the man's eyes, "the clothes are very complicated, wearing time is very tired."

The implication was that he didn't want to wear it again, so he went to the man and squatted down, "so it's with you."

Duan cautioned that his eyes were slightly annoyed. He stared at the young man's face, turned his head, and snorted heavily like a child, "come down."

Lin Nan as like as two peas, he could not help laughing. The man who was cold and fierce had a face that was exactly the same as the bear and child of the relatives.

It's just that bear kids are annoying, and Duan cautions that he likes it as soon as he sees it.

Lin Ji Nan took off his shoes and socks, and his thin white feet stepped into the water. "Is this OK?"

A part of his body touched the water, which means he was in the hot spring.

Duan Jingyan was shocked by his remarks. What he said seemed reasonable.

"Well, you also admit that I have a point, so you should be satisfied." Lin Ji Nan's face appeared proud look, the hot spring water is warm, very comfortable.

Once people are comfortable, it is easy to relax their vigilance, just like Lin Jinan, who is being pulled into the water at the moment.

“……” It happened so suddenly that Lin Jinan had to soak in the water for a long time before reacting.

He took his eyes at the man's face and swallowed hard, "Duan Jingyan, are you sick?"

Smell speech, the man picked to pick eyebrows, tone is insipid, "I am sick, and cure the medicine is you."

Lin Jinan is his medicine. If the medicine is gone, he will get sick and die with his medicine.

The demon lord began to enjoy his medicine. The young man's clothes were complicated, but it took only a dozen seconds to remove it.

Lin Jinan looked at the clothes torn into rags, floating on the water, looking too miserable.

The man raised his hand and stroked the red thread around his neck, kissing solemnly and again.

He showed the boy the red line on his wrist, with a heavy breath in his voice, "let's play a little bit special."

Lin Jinan trembled. His sight went down and saw a beautiful bow tied by red thread on the delicate and small object.

The boy's face red, extended to all parts of the body, into a hot cooked shrimp.

Lin Jinan only looked at it once, and he didn't dare to look again. Duan Jingyan started his performance in an orderly manner, with endless skills.

He has lived in the world for hundreds of years, and his high-energy scripts can be piled up into hills. He would have existed in the imagination of the movement, broke off the youth's leg, break out an unexpected arc.

Red fingers, clinging to the man's shoulder, ten fingers at the same time with strength.

The scratched marks on the man's back form a gorgeous pattern.

Lin Ji Nan Yue felt pain, and then he felt happy. He bit the man's fragile larynx and threatened, "give me..."