[Quick Time Travel] Charming System

When Shen Mian took a bath, he soaked his white feet well. He was really tired from shopping today, and he always felt that his physical strength was really not good recently. He only walked for a while in the afternoon, why did his feet feel sore?

Yan Ze'an was taking a shower in the bathroom at this time.Shen Mian was lying on the bed, lovingly thinking whether it was because of excessive indulgence recently that she was exhausted.

The youngest was retorting him strongly: "You feel that Jio is so tired because of our golden fingers! Have you ever seen a nobleman who grows lotuses every step of the way who needs to walk by himself?"

Hi, kinda makes sense.

Then I will let Yan Ze'an carry me on my back when I walk in the future.

After all, it is not so easy to marry a wife, he has to make sacrifices.

Shen Mian lay on her stomach, lifted her two feet up and swayed, and propped her chin to watch the tablet. A wonderful funny horror movie was playing on the tablet.

At night, Shen Qingqing was dragging Aunt Shen to run wildly in the corridor. The two of them screamed from the third floor to the top floor in surprise, and the lights on the floor where they cried were turned on by the two of them.

The house they bought was second-hand, with a total of seven or eight floors. The lights of the whole building were turned on by these voices, and there was an old lady's loud voice: "Who is it? What about the howling at night?"

Shen Mian let out a "puchi" laugh.

Aunt Shen is usually very aggressive in the village, and she didn't reply when she was teased like this, she seemed terrified.I don't know what Fat Tuan did to them to scare them like this.

The bathroom door opened suddenly, and Yan Ze'an came out wrapped in a towel.

When Shen Mian heard the sound of the door opening, she quickly turned off the tablet, and turned to look at him.The water droplets on Yan Ze'an's chest slid down along the mermaid line, and slipped into the outline covered by the towel. The head of the man who had just taken a shower was still wet.

Yan Ze'an went to the bed and sat down, Shen Mian got up, got up and took a hair dryer and towel to dry his hair.

"The living standards of you ghosts are quite high now, you can take a bath now." Shen Mian spread the towel on Yan Ze'an's head: "Let me dry your hair for you, will you catch a cold if you don't wipe it? "

Yan Ze'an's body froze, he was no longer a living person, and his current body was also made of Yin Qi, there was no such thing as catching a cold, even taking a bath, sleeping, etc. In fact, whether he wipes his hair or not has no effect on his spiritual body. Everyone thinks that he is strong enough to resist everything. Even in his lifetime, no one has ever cared whether he will get sick or not.

But the little partner wanted to rub his hair so enthusiastically, this kind of thing seemed to be common among ordinary couples.

Yan Ze'an slightly lowered his eyelids, lowered his head and let Shen Mian hold a towel to do his best on his head.

"I'll catch a cold."

Shen Mian paused: "What?"

Yan Ze'an looked up at him: "I'll catch a cold."

Only then did Shen Mian realize that Yan Ze'an was replying to the question she just asked.

After Yan Ze'an answered this sentence, he lowered his head again, as if obediently waiting for Shen Mian's service.Half of his face was exposed from the wet curly hair, and there were still a few drops of water on his cheeks, which were slowly winding down and sliding down his chin.

He lowered his eyelids, and his warm and jade face under the light of the bedroom made people feel that he seemed wronged for no reason. In addition, his hair was wet, and a few drops of water from the hair fell on the eyelids. The whole person is pitiful.

Shen Mian stopped wiping his head.

Should, no one has ever cared about him like this?The juniors in his family are all afraid of him, and he is powerful in the eyes of outsiders, not to mention he has been dead for a long time, who would think of caring for a dead person?

So he was, was he alone for 100 years?

Shen Mian's heart ached uncontrollably.

Strange, it's obviously just a virtual world, why do I feel distressed?

Shen Mian caressed his heart, thinking that Yan Ze'an had lived alone for 100 years, he seemed so sad that he wanted to cry.

A boy in school uniform flashed before Shen Mian's eyes. The boy had a disastrous white face and was kneeling on the side of a hospital bed, crying heartbreakingly.

Looking at it, it seems to be Yan Ze'an when he was young.

The picture flashed by, and it was Yan Ze'an who was hanging his head down and waiting for him to dry his hair.

Before Shen Mian could move for a while, he raised his head slowly.

"Stop wiping?"

Shen Mian looked up at him, feeling sorry for him, he shook his head: "It's time to dry your hair."

Yan Ze'an nodded, and said obediently: "Okay." Then he plugged in the hair dryer that was set aside and handed it to Shen Mian.

"I see that they... also often help each other dry their hair."

Shen Mian's eyes became hot.

Although he didn't know who "they" Yan Ze'an was talking about, he probably only referred to those couples.

Shen Mian turned on the hair dryer, and ran her warm fingers through Yan Ze'an's soft hair: "I will trouble you to dry my hair in the future."

"it is good."

The two dried their hair affectionately, and before Shen Mian could put his things away, Yan Ze'an set him up, and the two of them faced each other, Shen Mian straddling Yan Ze'an's lap.

The bathrobe on Yan Ze'an's body was pushed down a bit, Shen Mian seemed to feel the heat from Yan Ze'an's thigh through a thin layer of towel, he looked down, the bathrobe was already pressed down too low, From Shen Mian's angle, it seemed that she could see the black pubic hair under the man.

Shen Mian glanced at it and then looked away. Although he had touched this place more than once, he still felt embarrassed when he looked at it.

Yan Ze'an's fiery breath hit Shen Mian's neck, Shen Mian shrank her neck, put her hands on Yan Ze'an's shoulders: "It's so itchy."

Yan Ze'an raised his eyebrows, brushed his palm across the hem of Shen Mian's loose clothes, and stretched his fingers behind Shen Mian to touch his itchy spot every night.

Shen Mian sat on him and twisted, Yan Ze'an pinched her waist, stretched two fingers in, his voice was hoarse, full of temptation: "Hey, don't move around, I'll relieve the itching for you."

Shen Mian blushed and leaned her head on his shoulder, the feeling of being invaded was very obvious, his whole body was soft and flushed.The wretch!Obviously what I said was not what I meant!It also relieves itching!How can you talk about him so openly and pretend nothing happened!

Yan Ze'an tossed and tossed extremely hard tonight, as if she was trying to embed Shen Mian on the bed with so much strength.Shen Mian was exhausted, and after Yan Ze'an came out, she stepped on Yan Ze'an's place, but she forgot that Yan Ze'an had been thinking about his little feet for a long time. Being pressed down, Shen Mian forced her feet to rub him for a while, the soles of Shen Mian's feet were all rubbed red, and the trace of distress she felt for Yan Ze'an just now disappeared in an instant.

Why on earth did he feel that Yan Ze'an was lonely and pitiful for the first 100 years?Shouldn't it be him who is the worst?This stinky brother has accumulated 100 years just to punish himself at this time, how could he feel sorry for him?

Deep sleep!You are such an innocent little boy!