Cannon fodder tore the fake young master Script [MTL]

Ch 118

The bathtub filled little by little, the bathroom was steaming and the temperature was rising.

Rongrong came back to the villa after the snowball fight outside and hugged his brother before going upstairs, with the down jacket still on. When he sat in the bathtub in a daze, the water in the bathtub was standing, and his fingertips fiddled with the water in the bathtub, which was very comfortable. As the temperature in the bathroom increased, Rongrong began to feel a little hot.

His back was hot and sweaty, and the heat he felt now wasn't the same as when he was in the snowball fight. At the time of the snowball fight, he was only a little hot, not sweating. Unlike now, he could obviously feel a little wet on his back and his clothes were sticking to his body. No, not right. It should be that before his brother came in, his body had already sent out a "hot" signal, but at that time he was in a daze, ignoring the signal sent by his body, and then he felt unbearably hot at this moment.

Maybe the water he put in before was a little cold, and Rongrong noticed that his brother was adjusting the water temperature of the shower. Unlike him, who was wrapped tightly and looked like a bear who only spent the winter, his brother was dressed much cooler. The sweater I wore outside should have been taken off in the bedroom, and now I am wearing a thin white sweater. This thin sweater, Rongrong, is very familiar. The reason he is familiar is not because he has seen this sweater, but because it belongs to him. He and his brother's clothes were put in the same suitcase. His brother probably didn't take it wrong when he took it. He found that he could wear it, so he didn't put it back.

Rongrong's ears are a little hot. The clothes are obviously very loose on him, and the sleeves are a little long. When they are worn on his brother, they become a little snug, and the cuffs fit well. Now, his brother's two arm sleeves are rolled up and neatly rolled up to the elbows, revealing the lines of beautiful, strong and beautiful muscles. With the movement of the water, in front of Rongrong's eyes, they swayed and swayed again.

Rongrong licked her lips, and always felt that it was getting hotter.

Rong Zheng adjusted the water temperature, turned his head, and suddenly there was a heavy weight on his leg. Rong Zheng's right elbow was propped up on the edge of the bathtub in time, and the two did not fall into the bathtub together.

Too dangerous.

Rong Zheng's eyes darkened, "Rongrong—"

Rong Zheng just opened his mouth, and suddenly there was warmth from his Adam's apple. Rongrong stretched out the tip of her tongue, licked his brother's Adam's apple, and kissed him upwards, holding his brother's ear, breathing hot and humid, "I support it with my left hand, so I won't fall into the bathtub."

At the moment Rong Rong kissed, half of the anger in Rong Zheng's heart had dissipated. After listening to his explanation, the remaining anger disappeared as the water vapor in the bathroom evaporated. Rong Zheng sat in with his hands up, so that Rong Rong could sit completely on his lap, and he didn't need to support the edge of the bathtub with his left hand.

Don't be angry anymore, it doesn't mean that this matter is over like this, Rong Zheng lowered his head, "It's still too dangerous, in case your palm doesn't hold steady..."

Rong Zheng's lips were kissed, and there was no way to say what happened next.

Rongrong took a light bite on his brother's lips, and said in a rogue, "I'll hold on if it doesn't happen."

Rong Zheng: "Strong words make sense."

Rongrong was just jealous of his brother's lack of clothing, but now he feels that there are advantages to his brother's lack of clothing. For example, it is very convenient for him to carry out actions.