live by kiss

When Huo Cheng found the little fox in the study, the little fox was already dirty all over.

Since the end of the meeting, the little fox has been obsessed with playing with ink pads. Every day, he would go to the study room to play for a long time. This time, on a whim, he saw some extra spiritual grass and spiritual leaves in the space, so he simply took out those spiritual grass leaves , ready to be made into ink pad pigments.

It's just that when he was playing, the little fox accidentally got some spirit grass juice on his body, and it looked messy.

Huo Cheng had no choice but to pick up the playful little fox on the ground, and carried him to the bathroom to take a bath.

The little fox soaked in the bathtub obediently, but it was still inconvenient to take a bath in its original form, so the little fox turned into a human form and said to the man, "Senior, I can do it myself."

With his back facing the man, Fang Huai rubbed the skin on his arms, trying to wash away the traces of juice on his hands.

Fang Huai cleaned up the juice on his arms and chest, and saw that there was still a mark on his leg, but the location was not very good, it was on the inner thigh.

The juice of the spirit grass is not harmful to the body, but Fang Huai doesn't like getting other things on his body, so he rubbed his inner thighs very hard, trying to get the juice off.

However, the juice stained on the thighs was relatively dark in color, and Fang Huai didn't clean it off for a long time, and rubbed the inside of the thighs red, but the traces of the juice were only a little lighter.

The marks on the thighs were too difficult to clean up, Fang Huai was about to give up, but at this moment Huo Cheng stretched out his hand, hugged Fang Huai from behind, and said softly, "I'll help you."

Only then did Fang Huai realize that the senior had also taken off his clothes and entered the bathtub. He moved his body a little, changed his position and leaned against the man's arms, and spread his legs apart so that the man could help him clean up the traces.

Huo Cheng put his arms around Fang Huai with one hand, and touched the inner thigh with the other hand, rubbing his fingertips against the juice trace back and forth.

Fang Huai watched the man's hand rub against his leg, but it didn't seem to have any effect, so he asked, "Can't you get rid of it, senior?"

"It's a bit difficult." Huo Cheng replied in a low voice.

"Then what should I do..." Fang Huai looked at the dark green mark on his thigh, and regretted that he played around with the spirit grass.

"It may take a while." Huo Cheng had a very serious expression on his face, and kept rubbing his fingertips against his inner thigh.

The traces of juice were relatively inside, Huo Cheng rubbed against each other, and the back of his hand touched between Fang Huai's legs from time to time.

Fang Huai was afraid that he would react, so he could only say, "Senior, let me do it myself..."

"It's almost finished." Huo Cheng said, but the hand became more and more dishonest.

Fang Huai's breathing became a little disordered, and he found himself reacting.

Huo Cheng also noticed the changes in Fang Huai's body, and said softly, "Do you need help?"

When it was over, Fang Huai was so tired that he fell asleep in the man's arms.

Huo Cheng came out of the bathroom with Fang Huai in his arms, and put him on the bed.

Fang Huai opened his eyes half asleep, subconsciously grabbed the man's arm, and reminded him, "Senior, clean up that mark on your leg..."

"it is good."

Huo Cheng patted Fang Huai's body, coaxing him to sleep. After Fang Huai fell asleep, he pulled Fang Huai's nightgown a little, and saw the traces of juice left on his thighs. With one touch, all traces are gone.

When Huo Cheng found the little fox in the study, the little fox was already dirty all over.

Since the end of the meeting, the little fox has been obsessed with playing with ink pads. Every day, he would go to the study room to play for a long time. This time, on a whim, he saw some extra spiritual grass and spiritual leaves in the space, so he simply took out those spiritual grass leaves , ready to be made into ink pad pigments.

It's just that when he was playing, the little fox accidentally got some spirit grass juice on his body, and it looked messy.

Huo Cheng had no choice but to pick up the playful little fox on the ground, and carried him to the bathroom to take a bath.

The little fox soaked in the bathtub obediently, but it was still inconvenient to take a bath in its original form, so the little fox turned into a human form and said to the man, "Senior, I can do it myself."

With his back facing the man, Fang Huai rubbed the skin on his arms, trying to wash away the traces of juice on his hands.

Fang Huai cleaned up the juice on his arms and chest, and saw that there was still a mark on his leg, but the location was not very good, it was on the inner thigh.

The juice of the spirit grass is not harmful to the body, but Fang Huai doesn't like getting other things on his body, so he rubbed his inner thighs very hard, trying to get the juice off.

However, the juice stained on the thighs was relatively dark in color, and Fang Huai didn't clean it off for a long time, and rubbed the inside of the thighs red, but the traces of the juice were only a little lighter.

The marks on the thighs were too difficult to clean up, Fang Huai was about to give up, but at this moment Huo Cheng stretched out his hand, hugged Fang Huai from behind, and said softly, "I'll help you."

Only then did Fang Huai realize that the senior had also taken off his clothes and entered the bathtub. He moved his body a little, changed his position and leaned against the man's arms, and spread his legs apart so that the man could help him clean up the traces.

Huo Cheng put his arms around Fang Huai with one hand, and touched the inner thigh with the other hand, rubbing his fingertips against the juice trace back and forth.

Fang Huai watched the man's hand rub against his leg, but it didn't seem to have any effect, so he asked, "Can't you get rid of it, senior?"

"It's a bit difficult." Huo Cheng replied in a low voice.

"Then what should I do..." Fang Huai looked at the dark green mark on his thigh, and regretted that he played around with the spirit grass.

"It may take a while." Huo Cheng had a very serious expression on his face, and kept rubbing his fingertips against his inner thigh.

The traces of juice were relatively inside, Huo Cheng rubbed against each other, and the back of his hand touched between Fang Huai's legs from time to time.

Fang Huai was afraid that he would react, so he could only say, "Senior, let me do it myself..."

"It's almost finished." Huo Cheng said, but the hand became more and more dishonest.

Fang Huai's breathing became a little disordered, and he found himself reacting.

Huo Cheng also noticed the changes in Fang Huai's body, and said softly, "Do you need help?"

When it was over, Fang Huai was so tired that he fell asleep in the man's arms.

Huo Cheng came out of the bathroom with Fang Huai in his arms, and put him on the bed.

Fang Huai opened his eyes half asleep, subconsciously grabbed the man's arm, and reminded him, "Senior, clean up that mark on your leg..."

"it is good."

Huo Cheng patted Fang Huai's body, coaxing him to sleep. After Fang Huai fell asleep, he pulled Fang Huai's nightgown a little, and saw the traces of juice left on his thighs. With one touch, all traces are gone.