Chapter 008 Help You Take a Bath Lingjiu was carried all the way by Song Xueyi and did not return to Yuwanfang, but went directly to the Xueyuan where Song Xueyi lived. The Snow Garden is located on the east side, with cobblestone roads, natural forest gardens, a chain of rockeries, lotus ponds, water corridors, pavilions, pavilions, green tiles, red paint and vermilion windows. In the mist of the drizzle, it is elegant and picturesque. Under a building stood a young woman of sixteen or seventeen years old. She saw Song Xueyi approaching from a distance with Lingjiu in her arms. A flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she hurriedly greeted her. Song Xueyi said: "Prepare food, something that children like to eat." Xiayan responded: "Yes." "Huh?" Lingjiu looked at Xiayan calmly until he was carried into the house by Song Xueyi, and his sight was blocked by the door. "What's wrong?" Song Xueyi closed her umbrella and put it aside. Lingjiu thought he would let her go, but she didn't know that he still held her and wouldn't let go. With his sick body, it was not easy for him to drag her butt all this way with one hand. Anyway, they have already been hugged, and Lingjiu doesn't mind hugging him for a little longer. She even adapted very quickly. She resisted the instinct to break away at first. After gradually getting used to Song Xueyi's body temperature and contact, she would adjust her sitting position to find the most comfortable position, putting all her weight on Song Xueyi's body. As I said last time, this guy is a lazy person. Unless necessary, she will never sit down if she can lie down. She will never stand if she can sit. She will never run if she can stand... However, this guy still doesn't admit it and feels good about herself. "Her kung fu is very good." Lingjiu looked at the layout of the room. Song Xueyi carried her into a curtain and saw a square bathtub three meters wide. "She has better kung fu than the first-class guards of the Song family." At this time, Song Xueyi put her down and let her sit. On the couch covered with soft fur cushions, he squatted down to eye level with her, and asked, "How does Jiu'er know?" Lingjiu's eyes flickered, and she found that she liked the young man's conversation with her at eye level, but she was not stupid, and understood that the young man's behavior was a kind of condescension. At least logically speaking, the two of them should be master and servant now. As the master, he doesn't need to be like this at all. As expected of the person she likes, he is really sensible. Lingjiu thought happily, and naturally stretched out his hand to stroke the young man's wet hair, and said with a smile: "You can see it." The temperament of a martial arts practitioner is different from that of ordinary people. The stronger the internal strength of martial arts, the thicker the 'qi', which can be seen from the individual's body steps. "Jiu'er is really amazing." Song Xueyi narrowed her eyes. Lingjiu's hand touching his head turned into a brain that bounced on his mask, "What's this coaxing tone about?" Song Xueyi laughed. She was clearly a child in front of her, but she didn't know that the more she refused to admit it, the more adorable she became. "Why are you taking off my clothes?" Lingjiu discovered another question. Song Xueyi said: "Take a shower." Lingjiu was speechless and said in a matter-of-fact tone. He pulled away his hand and prepared to get up from the couch, "Wash it if you want. Why are you untying my clothes?" Song Xueyi pulled her in time, "I'll help Jiu'er wash it." It's this kind of coaxing child tone again that is so gentle that it can make people sick! Lingjiu really wanted to see what his expression looked like when he said this. Just as he thought, Lingjiu reached out to pick off Song Xueyi's mask. Song Xueyi did not expect Lingjiu to behave like this. He paused for a moment while undressing her and quietly allowed her to take off the mask on her face. A face that was so graceful and graceful that it didn't look like an ordinary person, and at the same time a face that was terrifying and strange like a demon appeared again before Lingjiu's eyes. Lingjiu looked at his face intently, and touched it lightly with her fingers. She had long forgotten her previous plans, and only pity remained in her eyes, "Does it hurt?" Desire and lust surged in her heart, and she raised her eyes and looked into Lingjiu's eyes, greedily capturing the sincere and pure emotions in her eyes, "Jiu'er, you are the first person to take the initiative to take off my mask and touch me." "Huh?" Lingjiu's heart tightened. Song Xueyi knew that she understood. This little person has a delicate heart and can understand everything with just a few clicks. Why laugh? Lingjiu helplessly looked at the faint smile of the young man in front of him and snorted coldly, "It just so happens that I am the only one who can see and understand such a beautiful face." "Jiu'er thinks it's beautiful?" Song Xueyi looked at Lingjiu carefully. He would rather Lingjiu tell the ugly truth than use false words to comfort him. Lingjiu nodded and said with a smile: "You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen." Whether it was the past life or this life, whether it was this appearance or this gentleness and purity that was deeply rooted in people's hearts in an instant. "This face should be blessed with deep blessings, as if it was blessed by God." Lingjiu did not say this thought. With the skills she had practiced in her previous life, she was not only good at making talismans, but she was also good at Qimen Dunjia and calculation techniques. Coupled with the help of her innate clairvoyance, she can simply calculate a person's path from his face. Song Xueyi's face was clearly an excellent one, but the purple meridians on his face cut his good fortune and life into pieces. "Haha." Song Xueyi couldn't see any falsehood on Lingjiu's face, and her eyes became softer and softer. When she realized that she seemed to be distracted, her dazed look was cute and interesting, and she couldn't help laughing. When Lingjiu came back to his senses, she thought he was laughing at her own praise and admired his smile happily. The next moment, she felt herself being picked up from the armpits of her arms. She was startled and kicked her instinctively. "..." After landing deftly again, Lingjiu did not look back at Song Xueyi, but crouched down and pretended to be dead. (PД`q.) It seems that this time...he is not wearing a mask, not wearing a mask, a mask..."Jiu'er..." "..." "I know you didn't mean it." "..." "I don't blame you." Lingjiu felt that someone had walked behind her, and turned around with a bloody look on her face, and saw a deep look on Song Xueyi's face.