Clear the infinite world by beauty

However, it doesn't work if you don't wash it, let alone whether Liu Qi can stand it, not taking a bath is not in line with the cleanliness personality in the dungeon.

At most, it is because of fear, so I need someone to accompany me.

Thinking of this, Liu Qi looked at Jiang Ping with beautiful eyes, and said hesitantly: "I'm going to take a shower later, can you, oh no, you watch for me at the door."

It's so strange to let someone take a bath with you, Liu Qi was so embarrassed that he almost collapsed.

"Okay," Jiang Ping paused for a moment, then continued to tidy up without raising his head, without asking any questions.

Liu Qi let out a long sigh of relief, it is more comfortable to get along with such an indifferent person.

He turned around and went to change the laundry in the suitcase, put the folded pure white pajamas in the palm of his hand, and swished the underwear into it to hide it.

It was almost there, Liu Qi got up and turned around, and saw that Jiang Ping had packed up and was standing behind him watching him for some time.

"Come here," Liu Qi touched her nose, and walked in with her clothes.

The light in the bathroom was still very dark, narrow and cramped. He had a shadow here, and he didn't dare to look up at the ceiling at all. He quickly put his clothes on the stool and poured water into the bathtub.

Liu Qi in the dungeon loves to enjoy himself, he will never take a shower if he has a bathtub, he has to do it according to his preference.

The sound of rushing water echoed in the quiet room. Instead of being clear, the sound was noisy and messy, even inexplicably eerie.

No matter how you look at it, it still seems to be haunted.

Liu Qi pursed her lips in fear, and looked back subconsciously, only to find that Jiang Ping hadn't entered the room at all, and was standing at the door with his back facing him, his back as straight as a pine.

It's so far away, it's too late to come over when something happens.

"You, why are you still there?"

Jiang Ping turned his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Then when he saw that the door was open, he was about to help Liu Qi close the door.

How can this work!Liu Qi grabbed his wrist and pulled him in, and closed the bathroom door in front of Jiang Ping.

It was also strange, as soon as Jiang Ping entered the room, the noisy sound of running water suddenly became pleasant.

Really useful.

Liu Qi broke the jar, closed her eyes and whispered, "I dare not wash it myself, so come in and accompany me."

Jiang Ping looked at him in astonishment, and said yes.

"Don't turn around."

"Ah."

Liu Qi was finally relieved, needless to say, Jiang Ping would definitely not look around, he wasn't that boring.

Just as the water was ready, he took off his clothes, and his thin white body slowly dipped into the water.

The bathroom is so small that the bathtub is also small, just a simple square, the only advantage is that it is relatively deep.

Liu Qi huddled inside, only revealing a furry head, the warm water constantly soothing the tense nerves.

He sighed slightly, looking at Jiang Ping's tall back, he felt very relieved.

In this dungeon that could die at any time, Jiang Ping's side is almost the only safe haven.

Liu Qi slowly closed her eyes, gradually relaxing her mind.

In the fluctuating water, a big cold hand suddenly grabbed his ankle.

Liu Qi exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ping asked hastily.

"Something is grabbing me."

Liu Qi struggled in fear, that hand became more and more terrifying, originally it was just grabbing on the ankle, and as he twisted and moved up the calf bit by bit, the tender soft flesh was pinched continuously.

However, he couldn't touch anything with his hand, and could only vaguely see the distorted pale lines under the water.

His voice was trembling, and he couldn't tell whether it was from fright or itching.

Jiang Ping immediately rushed to his side, and as soon as he came over, the hand slipped down and remained still.

Although he didn't move, he still held his ankle tightly, showing no intention of letting go.

At this moment, Liu Qi kept moving her calf, the water splashed out of the bathtub, her snow-white shoulders and neck were exposed to the water, her hair was still dripping with moisture, and her pale eyes were foggy.

Like a seductive goblin emerging from the water, bewitching the world with her extreme beauty.

What should I do.

Liu Qi looked up for help, and was facing Shang Jiangping's black eyes. For some reason, he looked a bit like a devil at a glance.

Ok?

His brain was suddenly in a trance, and his fingertips tightened tightly.

When he regained his composure and looked over again, he saw Jiang Ping said sorry, walked to the edge of the bathtub and looked down.

The bathtub is too small, the willow lacquer is curled up into a small ball in it, the beautiful long legs are folded, and the pink knees are attached to the shoulders. Looking from the top to the bottom, you can vaguely see the attractive white and greasy curves under the water surface .

He didn't have a piece of fabric on his body, and his side body was white and soft. Seeing him coming over, he was too shy, and tightly closed his legs to cover himself.

"I, I seem to have a hand on my ankle."

I thought that Jiang Ping would not believe in ghosts, or was simply taken aback, but he poked his head to look carefully, and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Liu Qi shook her head.

"Offended," Jiang Ping rolled up his sleeves, and stretched his pale and thin arms directly into the bathtub.

There was only a gap at the edge of the narrow bathtub. As soon as his arm came in, he couldn't see anything and could only feel his way down.

When he put his hand in, his body involuntarily leaned down. When he lowered his head, the tips of his black hair kept brushing the side of Liu Qi's neck, causing a numbness.

As the hand went down further and lower, Jiang Ping's thin lips were drawn into a straight line, the tip of his tall nose was almost touching Liu Qi's knee, and his hot breath kept pouring down.

In just a short while, a small piece of skin infected by breathing has been covered with light pink, like green peach blossom petals.

Liu Qi was too shy, he knew that Jiang Ping didn't care about this, but not wearing clothes still made him very insecure, and he didn't dare to move his legs.

The bathtub is really too narrow.

Jiang Ping wanted to catch the ghost's hand, but his pale arm had to keep touching the skin of his calf, the blue veins bulged and intertwined.

Liu Qi gritted her teeth and endured it, her face blushing and she didn't say a word, then she felt the ghost's hand shake, and it was Jiang Ping who was pulling it out forcefully.

He can really touch it.

Liu Qi was very pleasantly surprised, but unfortunately the ghost's grip was too tight, pulling with force would hurt Liu Qi, Jiang Ping could only break those fingers bit by bit.

Water splashed continuously in the bathtub.

The moment the fingertips came into contact with the ghost's hand, countless fine and dense air bubbles burst out, and it was so itchy to shatter on the skin, Liu Qi's thin white body trembled, almost screaming out.

"Sorry," Jiang Ping pursed his lips and coughed, almost kissing Liu Qi's knee.

He still looked calm, but the roots of his ears under his black hair kept turning red.

The distance between the two is really too close.

"No, it's nothing," Liu Qi looked away in embarrassment, her whole body was almost ripe.

Jiang Ping's hand was really too close to him, even if he didn't touch it, the warm water flow and bubbles caused by his movement made him tremble constantly, and he covered his mouth tightly with one hand so as not to make a sound.

With the embarrassment just now, Jiang Ping's movements became faster and more precise, his slender hands squeezed heavily from the smooth skin, and crushed the ghost's hand.

Liu Qi's beautiful face was completely flushed, tears were almost overflowing from the corners of her eyes.

it is finally over.

It would be a shame if it didn't end.

"All right."

Jiang Ping was very well-bred, so he turned around and went back to the door after finishing it, without even looking at him, the bubbles gradually dissipated, Liu Qi was trembling all over, and he was so exhausted that he could hardly stand up.

He felt like he was soaking in soda.

Unable to trouble Jiang Ping to help him, Liu Qi blushed and waited for the air bubbles to dissipate, and finally got better after a laborious cleaning.

He hurriedly dried and put on his clothes, then ran past Jiang Ping in a swift motion, and lay down on the bed covered with a quilt.

What a shame.

He rubbed his face vigorously, not understanding why he was always in an embarrassing situation.

Fortunately, the other party was Jiang Ping, such a lonely person probably wouldn't care about such trivial matters at all, and would have forgotten it in a blink of an eye.

It doesn't matter, only you will remember it in the future.

Liu Qi kept comforting herself, when she suddenly heard the sound of the door opening.

Ok?

He immediately lifted the quilt from his face, and the room was empty, without Jiang Ping's figure.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, his fingertips felt cold, and he asked in fear, "Jiang Ping?"

"what happened?"

A steady voice sounded from outside the door, the door of the dormitory was opened, Jiang Ping re-entered, it seemed that he had gone back to sleep.

How can this work?Liu Qi got off the bed and stopped him: "What are you going back now? I live alone in this dilapidated house, and no one takes a drink of water if I want to."

Jiang Ping frowned handsomely: "You want me to live here?"

His facial features are cold, and it feels oppressive when he frowns like this.

Liu Qi paused, then nodded as a matter of course: "Yes, is it possible that I still need to send you a message to deliver water at night?"

This is basically to use people as assistants, but Liu Qi is so beautiful that even if she does something wrong with her beauty, she is willing to fall into it.

Jiang Ping laughed.

"Okay, I'll move here now," he seemed to be really not angry, nodded in response, turned and walked out.

As soon as the person left, Liu Qi stood there with a sluggish expression, constantly apologizing in her heart.

I am so sorry.

After a while, Jiang Ping came in from outside with the mattress in one hand and the quilt in the other.

He put the mattresses of the two single beds in the dormitory side by side on the ground, and then put the neatly folded quilt sheets on top.

The dormitory has been unoccupied for a long time, the ground is damp and cold, Jiang Ping is tall, and the mattress seems to be 180 gauge, and he can't even straighten his legs when lying on it.

Liu Qi's face gradually turned pale, and she looked down at her soft and comfortable big bed, feeling unhappy at all.

What should be done to make Jiang Ping feel more comfortable?

Jiang Ping was so kind to him, and he wanted to try to take care of him, but he couldn't think of any good way.

As he kept thinking, at this moment, Jiang Ping turned his head and saw the place on the wall where Gao Rong pierced through.

After all, Gao Rong is a girl, and a lot of privacy is inconvenient. She kindly helped, but Liu Qi couldn't enjoy taking care of her so peacefully, so she pasted a piece of paper on the wall.

Just now when Jiang Ping moved the bed, he dented the paper a little, revealing the shape of the hole.

"This is?"

He raised his hand to untie it, but Liu Qi hurriedly stopped him, saying in a flustered tone, "There is a hole in the wall, I covered it with paper."

After finishing speaking, he also said with disgust: "The broken house is really too bad."

Wen Yan Jiang Ping frowned, and looked at him with deep eyes.

"Then why did you let the other actors live next door?"

He seemed to be very concerned about this, and looked at Liu Qi with a good look.

Liu Qi was stunned.

Yes, yes, who would dislike a hole in the wall, cover it up with great effort, and let other people live next door?

Cold sweat gradually broke out on Liu Qi's forehead, but Jiang Ping was still watching, unable to think for too long.

The air seemed to stagnate.

After a while, he raised his eyes and glanced at Jiang Ping, and said in a flat tone, "It's the same function as yours. I wanted to call him over for something. It's very convenient to have a hole."

Jiang Ping's face darkened.

"So what I do is the same as anyone else?"

Liu Qi was slightly taken aback.

Jiang Ping walked towards Liu Qi step by step, with sullen expression on his face for the first time: "Can someone else sleep with you?"