Chapter 175: Obsessively seducing people Yan Funing was stunned on the spot.
How could we ask each other like this when we meet for the first time?
Master Hao became more and more embarrassed: "My wife is so familiar with her. I hope brother Fu Xian and my wife don't blame me." He pulled the woman and said, "Let's go back to the room."
But the woman said: "Your shoes and socks are wet, it's time to warm yourself over the fire. We have a charcoal basin in the room, I will take it out for you."
After saying that, he turned around and went to get it.
He came out quickly, holding a charcoal basin filled with charcoal in both hands, and a kettle hooked between his fingers: "Boil a kettle of water to scald your feet."
Yan Funing was a little uncomfortable with this change.
"Thank you, Mrs. Hao!"
She took the kettle and Fu Ciyi took the charcoal basin.
Mrs. Hao's wife smiled again: "Why are you so polite? Go back to your room quickly."
Fu Ciyi and Yan Funing nodded together, thanked Master Hao, and returned to their room.
It was pitch black inside.
Fu Ciyi put down the charcoal basin and lit the candle on the desk.
Yan Fu stared at the small bed, breathed out quietly, and put the kettle aside. When she was about to ask Fu Ciyi how to sleep tonight, there was a knock on the door.
Fu Ciyi opened the door.
It turned out to be the Hao family's wife who came over: "I'll give you the tongs and firewood."
Fu Ciyi took the tongs and a small handful of firewood and thanked him again.
"The young couple are so polite." Mrs. Hao's wife laughed and went back to her room.
Fu Ciyi took a small piece of firewood and lit it on the candle, then placed it in a charcoal basin and placed the charcoal on the firewood diagonally.
Yan Funing came over, picked up her skirt and shook it by the charcoal basin.
The charcoal basin has not been completely ignited and the temperature is not enough.
She then looked at the contents of the room. There was a washstand in the corner, with a basin on top and bottom on it, and a cotton towel hanging on the top of the shelf.
When I came back last time, these were not there.
Fu Ciyi said: "They are all newly added."
Today the head of the pavilion ordered someone to buy it for him to use.
He pointed to the quilts on the bed: "These are also new. The sun is not bad this morning. I have already dried them and put them in the house in the afternoon."
"Okay." Yan Funing said.
There is only one pillow on the bed.
Fortunately, the length of the pillow is acceptable.
After a while, the charcoal basin became prosperous.
Fu Ciyi picked up the umbrella placed at the door: "I'll go to the courtyard to get water."
"Wait, let me hold the umbrella for you." She called to him.
"Alright."
The two went to the well.
Fu Ciyi slightly bent down to fetch a bucket of water, while Yan Funing held the umbrella for him throughout the process.
When I got back to the house, I filled the kettle with a bucket of water and poured the rest into the basin of the washstand.
The master next to the well would also use the bucket, so Fu Ciyi took it back.
He came back quickly, with rain on his hair.
Yan Funing handed him the cotton towel: "Why don't you hold an umbrella?"
"It's only a few steps, so it doesn't matter."
He took the cotton towel with his hand, wiped it on his face and hair, and closed the door.
Because there was a charcoal pot burning in the house, Yan Funing opened the window a crack as wide as a picked up the kettle and placed it on the shelf above the charcoal basin, pulled up a chair and sat down, shaking out his skirt to warm himself over the fire.
It's just that the shoes and socks were soaked, and it was uncomfortable to wear them like this. My toes moved in the shoes and felt vaguely swollen.
Seeing this, Fu Ciyi also pulled up a chair and sat across from her: "When the water boils, let's soak your feet first."
The voice is gentle and clear.
He picked up the corner of his robe. Feeling that it was inconvenient to warm himself by the fire, he stood up and took off his robe.
The chair was turned around, and the robe was placed on the back of the chair, with the corner of the robe facing the charcoal basin.
"Take off the hem of your skirt and let it dry like this." Feeling that what he said was reasonable, Yan Funing stood up and stretched out her hands on her girdle, but she hesitated to move.
Fu Ciyi: "What's wrong?"
She murmured: "I don't wear any long pants under my skirt."
Nowadays, the daytime is getting warmer, so she changed her long trousers into short trousers early.
If he takes it off, I wonder if he will preach again.
Fu Ciyi lowered his eyes: "It's not like I haven't seen it before."
Yan Funing said: "That's right, I'm also wearing short pants."
It's not like she wasn't wearing anything.
Immediately, he took off the skirt and hung it on the back of the chair. The back of the chair was turned to face the charcoal basin.
Fu Ciyi deliberately didn't look at her legs.
Suddenly, two greasy white legs dangled in front of his eyes, still glowing with pearl-like luster, which was bright and attractive.
The shorts she was talking about were only of a short length. What was the difference between wearing them at all and not wearing them at all? Suddenly, an idea flashed through my mind.
If these two legs were hooked around his waist...
He suppressed his thoughts and took off his clothes, covering her waist.
Her waist is extremely thin, and the clothes are so tight that her sleeves are wrapped around her waist to make them easy to tie.
Yan Funing was startled by his sudden movement.
Fu Ciyi noticed it and explained in a deep voice: "I'm afraid you will catch cold."
I really can’t look at her legs anymore!
Yan Funing looked down and saw that his clothes were hanging around her body like a skirt. The skin on her legs gradually warmed up, and she thanked him with a smile.
The water boiled and made a sound.
Fu Ciyi placed the copper basin under the washstand next to the bed, picked up the kettle, and was about to pour hot water when Yan Funing called out.
"The copper basin at the top is for washing your face, and the copper basin at the bottom is for washing your feet. We can wash our faces first, and use the water after washing our faces to soak our feet."
Fu Ciyi agreed: "Okay."
Yan Funing poured the hot water from the kettle into the washbasin, rubbed the cotton towel in the water, wrung it out and handed it to him: "Here, wipe your face."
He said warmly: "You are a woman, you go first."
"Then I'm welcome."
After that, she washed her face.
I poured the wash water into the foot basin, sat on the edge of the bed, took off my shoes and socks and soaked my feet.
Fu Ciyi opened the door and went out, then came back with a bucket of water. He boiled the kettle, filled it with water, put it on the charcoal basin, and poured the remaining water into the basin.
I accidentally caught a glimpse of her white and tender feet, her Adam's apple slid up and down, and she quickly walked out of the house and put the bucket back where it was.
Half an hour after burning the incense, the water boiled again.
Fu Ciyi started to wash up.
He stood in front of the washstand, stretched out his hand to rub the cotton towel, and slowly washed his face.
In fact, he had wiped this cotton towel first. She had used it just now, and he had used it again.
There was something strange in my heart, but I couldn't tell what it was.
After he finished washing, he turned over his robe and skirt.
At this moment, Yan Funing was already sitting on the bed: "Fu Ciyi, the charcoal basin is burning. If you can't sleep, your life will be in danger."
The man pointed to the slit of the window she had opened: "It doesn't matter if the window is open, the simple robe and skirt are almost dry, and the shoes and socks will dry quickly if they are baked."
I saw him putting his socks on the chair, picking up his shoes, and taking turns baking them on the charcoal pot.
Yan Funing sat and looked at him, then simply lay down on the bed and looked at him with her chin in her hands.
With an impeccable profile, a high nose bridge, a smooth jawline, and slightly pursed lips, he had a devilishly handsome face in front of him.
The man tilted his head slightly and looked back at her with cold eyes: "Why do you look at me like that?"
"I see you are quite careful when doing these trivial things." Yan Funing changed her hand to support her chin, and suddenly thought about how to sleep on such a narrow bed.
Then he sat up suddenly: "Fu Ciyi, you own this bed in the school. You don't want me to sleep on the floor, right?"
(End of this chapter)