The squeamish bag is coaxed by bad men every day in the infinite world

After Yu He cried, there was no response for a long time, her internal organs were as sour as if they had been poured with lemon juice.

The hand holding the thigh moved quickly to one side, and the soft index finger flickered, slowly scratching the back of the man's hand like a feather.

Don't forget to act like a baby: "My feet hurt so bad, I can't even walk."

"It hurts?"

"Ok!"

Fearing that the Pope would not believe it, Yu He's face was serious and pitiful, as if he had really suffered a lot of grievances: "So, can you not soak..."

"No." He quickly refused.

The little fire of hope that had just been ignited was extinguished in an instant, and there was not even a single spark left, and the languid little face was gloomy and dull.

Despite being low, she is still beautiful.

He muttered unwillingly, "But it really hurts."

The pope looked at him silently.

If I hadn't seen him retracting his feet without splashing a little water, just looking at this pitiful expression, I would have believed what he said.

"There is a way to make you less painful."

The Pope did not expose Yu He's lying behavior, but followed his intention lightly.As soon as she heard that it would be painless, Yu He's little ears immediately perked up, and she looked over expectantly.

"I grew up soaking in holy water, and I bathe together, which can absorb most of the pain." He asked coldly, "Do you want it?"

The attendants who were waiting on the side were stunned, they looked at each other in blank dismay, and their confusion flashed silently.

As far as the Holy See is concerned, the Pope represents the bridge between the other world and the human world.

Anyone who is linked to God must be aloof, desireless, indifferent and noble, possessing an extremely powerful divinity that despises everything.

The Pope should not have voluntarily said such things to this [sinful] doll.

And this little doll was so good that it got cheap, its little face was tangled and struggling, and it thought it was hiding very well, and quickly glanced at the Pope several times.

That vigilant and cautious appearance, as if the Pope is a person and businessman with malicious intentions, who is coaxing teenagers who don't understand anything.

"Do you want to take off your clothes too?" Yu He asked a very strange question.

The Pope said, "No."

Yu He nodded her head to show that she understood.Now he is not so vigilant, and even has a sense of letting go.

He agreed.

Yu He thinks she is very smart, so she wants to see the Pope's reaction after entering the water.

The water splashed everywhere, but the pope still looked normal, and he really believed that the water didn't hurt.

But timid and afraid of pain, he was still a little cautious. He tapped the water with his toe for a long time, but he didn't touch the water surface for a long time. Instead, he laughed at the waiters.

A moderate chuckle fell into Yu He's ears, making his face burn hot, he lowered his head and pursed his lips, and hurriedly jumped in.

Feeling ashamed, he also forgot that he could not swim, and the holy water was kept very deep.

When the water level was about to reach his chin and made him choke, a cold hand pinched the back of his neck and lifted him up easily.

The chilly temperature made Yu He sneezed, her little face became aggrieved again, she stretched out her hand and cried again: "It's so cold, I want to hug..."

After finishing speaking, he himself felt that his request was rude, even a bit excessive.Not long after the little hand came back, he was placed on the limp leg.

Yu He grew a lot taller, but it barely reached half the height of the Pope's thigh, and he couldn't sit down normally in the altar.

But with the Pope's legs at the bottom, Yu He stepped on it, and with a slight bend of his knees, the water level could reach the tip of his chin.

At first glance, it looks like a bath in hot spring water.

The water in the altar was flowing, and the water temperature was just right, extremely suitable. Yu He, who just wanted to take a hot bath, was very satisfied, and stretched out her arms stickily to hug it.

He began to act coquettishly again: "I want to wipe my back."

The Pope's neck was being hugged, and his arms were very soft, even if the sleeves were wet and stuck to the skin, the softness could not be stopped.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the strange expressions of the attendants, and he said in a low voice, "There is a problem with the concentration of the water, please add it."

The attendant looked suspicious, how could there be a problem?This is what the priest himself adjusted.

Someone boldly came to the corner and tried it, and there was no pain at all when touched, no different from ordinary running water.

Only then did they suddenly realize that the Pope himself went into the water to test the concentration of the holy water, not for anything else.

The preparation of holy water is an extremely complicated process. A group of attendants did not dare to be sloppy, and hurriedly retreated to prepare new fresh holy water.

Only Yu He and the Pope were left on the high platform, and the prayers under the high platform were endless.

The saints couldn't see the scene inside the altar, and they couldn't even hear the voices above without supernatural powers.

This is the gap between [awakened people] and [ordinary people].

After waiting for a long time before she could wipe her back, Yu He raised her eyelashes in confusion, just in time to meet those pupils like polar glaciers.

He pursed his lips and said confidently, "Didn't you say to baptize me? Then you should help me rub my back."

As he talked, he even convinced himself.

In his mouth, baptism is like a bath in a bath, but in fact it is not the same at all.

Yu He is used to ordering others around. Many men he has met, no matter how rude and unreasonable his requests, they will follow them one by one.

This is a rare failure.

Before the little head could hang down completely, a cold and ethereal voice sounded beside his ear: "Are you sure you want my help?"

"Yeah!" The chin was raised quickly, and because of happiness, the eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, and there was a delicate order, "You have to wash me clean."

The pope spoke silently, his expression was cold, but his movements were extremely agile.

He first peeled off Yu He's clothes that were soaked and could no longer be worn one by one. Because of being soaked in water, the thin clothes revealed their original flesh color like cicada wings.

But the Pope underestimated how delicate Yu He's skin was.

In order to tame his abilities, he fought against thorns since he was a child, so his hands are covered with calluses and even have scars.

But as a spiritual symbol of God, it cannot be injured, so the Pope used a special potion to remove it, and the effect was there, but it was only superficial.

His skin looked smooth and even, but in fact it was rough and uneven. The so-called miracle of no trace of injury was just an illusion created.

Therefore, when the Pope's fingers brushed the back of Yu He's neck and helped him slowly unbutton his back, Yu He's shoulders trembled unreasonably.

Because of the itching, the soft arm around the Pope couldn't help tightening, and he couldn't help making a frightened nasal sound.

It can be seen that Yu He has tried his best to restrain himself, and because of this, the words he spits out are intermittent and lingering, as if a kitten can't stand it.

Suddenly, Yu He's face panicked, her eyelashes fluttered, and she hurriedly backed away from herself, trying to whitewash everything.

However, the water surface is so clear that you can see to the bottom. Yu He's hidden behavior has no practical effect at all.

"Why did you get up?" There was no wave in the cold voice, as if there was really no emotion mixed in.The Pope asked again, "What are you thinking?"

Yu He nodded slightly, some long black hair brushed against her soft cheeks, overflowing her pink and full cheeks.

"You need to be baptized, purified, and free from distracting thoughts."

The pope squeezed the last button with his index finger and thumb, lingering in it like nostalgia, and then said lightly, "Don't think about it."

Yu He, who was wronged, squeezed her lips together, making her lips more and more obvious.

He didn't think about it at all...

But he couldn't explain his weird behavior either. The little doll standing on the man's lap had drooping eyebrows and eyes, and part of the moisture was stuffed on its face, as if it had been soaked in holy water.

There was no response, and the indifferent man did not continue to answer the call, but continued to baptize him.

The high-ranking pope has never had relevant experience, so it is unavoidable to strike harder.

The green pink gradually turned to deep red, and even large areas of milky white were coated with intimacy.

The already ruddy mouth was squeezed even more beautifully, Yu He was so wronged that she was about to cry, she reached out to push it, but couldn't.

The doll, full of sins and omnipotent like a devil, is now in the arms of the Pope, unable to struggle, and can only obediently accept the baptism of the Holy See.

The squeamish little doll bit the pope's chin angrily, and then cursed with a little bit of tears: "Bad man!"

"I hate you..." The breath gradually faded away.

"What did you say?"

"Why is it so painful!"

Yu He lost his temper, and took another bite of the Pope, leaving a bright red and neat tooth mark.

The pope simply ignored his small movements, but was surprised: "It hurts?"

"It's not..." Yu He also realized that it wasn't pain, but... He couldn't say it, and said in a low voice, "It's an itch."

"Where?" How could it itch.

Yu He, whose temper was spoiled, became listless again, unable to give a specific location for a long time.

But the physical discomfort prompted him to bow his head, embarrassed to point himself, so he pinched the Pope's finger and gave instructions.

Yu He said in a voice like a mosquito: "It's uncomfortable here..."

The Pope nodded, then shook his head quickly, his tone was very light: "You have to speak clearly."

Don't you get it?

Yu He raised her eyes in astonishment, and the next second, the Pope began to look for the position by himself. After breaking open a little, Yu He felt that he drank some water, and his little face was panicked and wet.

"Is it uncomfortable here?"

Yu He replied with a breathy voice, then shook her head again: "No..."

The Pope moved forward a little bit, patiently looking for a specific location, and in order to accurately find the uncomfortable area of ​​Yu He, he stepped up his search efforts.

The index finger and middle finger search together to increase the range.

It wasn't until Yu He uttered a startled cry that the Pope realized that he had found the root cause of Yu He's discomfort.

His fingers froze there, and he didn't move for a long time.

At this time, Yu He put her arms around his neck, leaned close to his ear, and retched lightly and slightly.

The damp hair stuck to the side of the pink cheeks, and the tip of the tongue was exposed between the lips. The sweet moisture slowly overflowed from it, accompanied by a vague begging for mercy: "Drink too much water, my stomach is full..."

"Don't feed me..."

Water vapor was lingering near the altar, and they were surrounded by a vast expanse of whiteness, so that Yu He had the illusion that he had drunk a lot of water.

Or maybe it was the pope's delay that made Yu He dizzy, as if he was drunk, and even started talking nonsense.

After the Pope made sure that he was not uncomfortable, he resumed his previous posture.

Sensing that the people under her feet were about to stand up, Yu He couldn't breathe and asked, "Aren't you going to continue the baptism?"

After a moment of silence, the Pope asked, "Do you still want to?"

"Um……"

Yu He answered very implicitly, but her raised face was full of expectation, "I still want to."

"Thinking about what?"

"I still want to be baptized."

Yu He thought the baptism was bloody and painful, but he didn't expect the baptism of the Holy See to be like this.Not only is there no discomfort, but it is very comfortable.

It's more comfortable than taking a hot bath.

But Yu He soon felt a little uncomfortable, as if the side effect of the altar water came up, he turned his head, his eyes were wet and red, and said: "This water soaks me so uncomfortable..."

"I want to fall." He said fiercely.

Using such a soft and soft tone that seems to be so menacing does not have any deterrent effect, and the low and waxy voice is more like flirting with someone.

With such a face and saying such words, it happened to be in an ignorant and ignorant manner.

"How?" The Pope suddenly picked him up like a child.

They looked at each other face to face, Yu He's expression was astonished and frightened, obviously frightened.

He was held apart by the knees, and the pope rose to his feet.

The water on his body dripped down, and the part of the bath water that Yu He felt uncomfortable slowly poured out.

The cold wind on the high platform is strong, and the coolness penetrates through the only gap.

Yu He tensed up nervously, and the carnival sound continued, he hurriedly buried his head in the Pope's neck: "No, don't..."

"Didn't you say drop it?"

"It's not like this..."

Yu He didn't know why the saints below were so excited and emotional. He didn't pay attention to the bottom before, so he didn't notice.

Now it seems that this group of saints has probably stayed below, and maintained an almost morbid excitement.

Thinking of this, Yu He began to feel embarrassed again, and hooked his finger on the back of the Pope's neck, "Many people... they all saw it."

can not be seen.

In order to allow the saints to maintain respect and create a sense of distance, the high platform has been specially treated and blessed with supernatural powers, so that the people below cannot see the top, but the top can see the bottom.

Yu He only felt that she was being stared at by countless people. The eyes of this group of people were shining, their faces were ferocious and rosy, and they were even a little crazy.

But he was naked, and he hugged others shyly.

shameful...

Thinking of this, Yu He stuck his little head into the Pope's neck again, and refused to come out no matter how coaxed.

In order to coax this troublesome doll, the pope could only enter the altar again, and the warm water enveloped them from all directions.

Yu He felt uncomfortable again, and whimpered that he wanted to pour out the water.

The Pope lowered his brows and eyes slightly, and his ethereal voice became a little hoarse: "My supernatural ability is fine."

"Want me to help you?"