Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

"Young master, you—"

Biting his lips tightly, Shen Nian is far from the kind of fool who doesn't understand the affairs of romance. He already knew that the young master's backyard is full of fat and thin Yingying Yanyan, not only the beautiful concubines headed by Miss Qingning Waiters, there are also three handsome and handsome twin sons, each with his own merits.

But I understand it, but I suddenly saw that Feng Ze was covered by obscene clothes. I don't know if it was served by a concubine in the backyard, or it might even be just a trace of joy and love branded by a random bed warmer in the main courtyard. Shen Nianyuan My heart couldn't help but prick like a needle.

The stinging pain was not sharp, but it was densely wrapped around the warm heart, and the eye sockets seemed to be swirling like beads made of water mist, and he had to endure it so that they would not fall down.

But now, even though it is the dog days, Feng Ze stood in the bathtub, and as the warm water gradually lowered the temperature, his upper body was suddenly cold and shivered by the rising water mist.

A straight line was drawn at the corner of her lips, and her long and narrow phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, showing a cold expression, "I don't need anyone to wait on you here, go out, and don't make me repeat it a third time!"

"My lord..." Shen Nianyuan called out in a low voice, his eyes met Feng Ze's cold eyes, his voice was calm with a hint of tremor, "Yes... Nianyuan has gone too far."

There was some self-mockery in his voice, and his eyes were red like a bunny.

Feng Ze's expression was still cold, but when he saw the aggrieved and stubborn expression of the young man in front of him, his sudden anger suddenly turned into dumbfounding.

——I agreed to serve him in the bath, why is she now like a little daughter-in-law who wants to cry?

——Protagonist Shou, are you really joking when you look at me like this?

Data selection said that he is not the original body who likes to flirt with men, he is a bit Alexander now, hello!

The reprimands that hadn't been uttered were all swallowed back in the stomach for a while. Although the original body's personality was a bit surly, it was still gentle and considerate at certain times.

For example, at this moment when the beauty was about to cry, if he continued to stand on the sidelines, he would really miss his special hobby of "beauty".

With a helpless sigh in his heart, Feng Ze saw besides the large bathtub at hand, there were also dry cloth towels stacked on a wooden shelf.

[Yan Gou's world is roughly like this... There is no position. ]

Secretly complaining in the bottom of his heart, Feng Ze touched the dry cloth, he reached out and handed it to Shen Nianyuan, who was standing three steps away from him, and said with a frown, "Here, wipe your face first, don't act like this, what can I do to you?" Like, ugly."

Shen Nianyuan was stunned for a moment, and let go of the hand that was tightly holding the cloth towel in his hand, and then stretched out his hand in a daze to take the soft dry cloth towel.

The moment Shen Nianyuan took the cloth towel, he felt that his fingertips unexpectedly touched a little bit of warm skin. The soft and smooth touch made him startled, and a bitter embarrassment flashed across his heart, and his fingers suddenly felt reluctant to part with it. Get away from that touch.

"you……"

Feng Ze saw that Shen Nianyuan didn't take back his outstretched hand, and was about to say something, but suddenly there was a "squeak" sound from the door of the house.

Who is it?

Feng Ze thought in his heart, and couldn't help frowning even more, thinking that the servants in this mansion really should be disciplined, why one or two broke the rules.

On the other side, Shen Nianyuan trembled when he heard the sound of the door opening.Thinking of his ugly appearance, he couldn't help but subconsciously tighten the cloth towel in his hand, while Feng Ze unconsciously held the other end of the cloth...

"what……"

Foot slipped, Feng Ze let out an exclamation, and fell straight in front of the wooden barrel with his whole body.

But seeing the young man rushing towards him with no strength, Shen Nianyuan's eyes flustered for a moment, but he opened his arms and hugged that thin body into his arms.

Feng Ze is more than half a head taller than Shen Nianyuan, his long black hair spread down to cover their cheeks, their ambiguous appearance is like a pair of mandarin ducks kissing each other, their ears and temples rubbing each other, entangled.

Shen Nianyuan blushed for a moment, and the intense shame in his heart urged him to immediately push away the person on his body, but the young man's messy temple hair disturbed his thoughts, and the hands that were originally pushing back suddenly withdrew, and secretly changed to embrace the back. posture.

"Well!"

Feng Ze's body was half pressed on Shen Nianyuan's body, and he hummed sadly, his already sore waist was worse now, it was completely twisted!

This is terrible!

Cursing secretly, Feng Ze held his breath and could only use his arms slightly, trying to support himself back to the edge of the barrel.

"Young master, don't."

Sensing the discomfort in Feng Ze's waist, Shen Nianyuan no longer cared about his little thoughts, and quickly helped him up.

But before the person pressing on him could stand still, Shen Nianyuan's face suddenly turned pale as if he had seen a ghost.

Feng Ze felt the protagonist holding his arm stiff, and raised his head slightly in doubt, "Xiao Shuang'er?"