Fanservice Paradox

🌌Chapter 67 : Moral Competition

Obviously before, Pei Tingsong was still arrogant and violent, young master, he don't know what's going on, now acting like a baby is smoother than anyone else, it's almost like a large dog, almost wagging his tail.

Fang Juexia couldn't help but refuse him, so he could only be tricked into taking him to the bathroom.

Pei Tingsong said that there was only one small bench, and he placed it next to the bathtub. He also put a thick cushion on the bench, fearing that it would be just right for him, "Look, isn't this just right?"

What is just right. Fang Juexia put hot water into the bathtub without saying a word, and saw a box of bath balls on the shelf, so he took one out of it and threw it into the water. The small sphere melted, and milky white bubbles quickly floated in the bathtub, mixed with a little light blue, and the fragrance came out, which was soft vanilla nutmeg and a very light sea salt smell.

"So many bubbles?" Pei Tingsong deliberately teased him, "You're not afraid of seeing anything, so just fill up the bubbles and keep your eyes out."

Fang Juexia didn't think so when he threw it in, but felt that it was comfortable. He didn't expect to be misinterpreted by Pei Tingsong, so he naturally had to explain, "No, I didn't think so much."

"Yes, you see it almost too."

Pei Tingsong continued to say, but Fang Juexia covered his mouth, "You still want to wash it."

"Well," Pei Tingsong nodded, and then kissed the palm of Fang Juexia's hand. Fang Juexia let go and glared at him, "Then you hurry up."

"Got it."

Plastering is not convenient. Before he was discharged from the hospital, he wore a particularly loose sweater with very wide cuffs. The left hand was hung up and the cuffs were rolled up. It's already very hard to wear, and now it's difficult to undress. Fang Juexia stood behind him, untied the sling for him, and then carefully took off his sweater. Originally Fang Juexia still felt embarrassed, but now he was hanging on his heart, so she was afraid of touching his hand and couldn't care about embarrassment.

"It's too difficult." After finally taking off his shirt, Pei Tingsong let out a long sigh of relief. When he tilted his body, he wanted to lean on Fang Juexia, "I'm too difficult."

Fang Juexia held his hand against him, "Don't move."

"And pants." Pei Tingsong grabbed his hand and placed it around his waist, "I can't take a bath in jeans."

He said so. Fang Juexia didn't mean anything, and he felt hot when he put his fingers on the metal buttons. The temperature in the bathroom was very high, hot and humid, and breathless.

It was still spring, but he seemed to fall into the hot and humid summer.

He skimmed the beginning and saw the foam on the edge of the bathtub. It would not fall off. The small bubbles burst one by one, and the teeth of the metal zipper were also loosened one by one, unraveling with the sound of slow pulling.

The light from the bathroom shone on Fang Juexia, casting a clean halo. His long hair was pulled behind his ears, and the exposed ears were hot red, and the neck exposed under the shirt was red.

How can he blush so easily, how can he get it in the future.

Pei Tingsong's mouth curled up slightly, tilted his head to look at Fang Jue Xia's past face, "Brother, look up at me."

Fang Juexia took a sigh of relief, looked up at him straight, and felt a sense of righteousness.

Pei Tingsong finally couldn't help but smile, bumping his forehead, "I want to eat ice cream."