After returning from Peak No. 1, Yan Luo and Yan Bao hurried into the space.
Aunt Chun prepared a table full of game in the evening, especially the spicy diced rabbit meat, which was fragrant and spicy.
Although roasted garlic clams are not as expensive as oysters, they also have a unique flavor.
After Yan Luo had eaten his fill, he prepared a box of ointment according to the recipe for cleansing the essence and marrow that he had obtained in the secret realm last time. Although it was already midnight, Yan Luo could not contain his excitement and he scooped a spoonful from the box and poured it into the bathtub.
As soon as the black ointment entered the warm water, the strong medicinal fragrance immediately dissipated.
Yan Luo changed into a light and breathable white short skirt pajamas and sat in.
It started as a gentle warm sensation, but after three minutes, a tingling sensation started to spread all over my body.
The stinging pain becomes more and more intense, like countless silver needles piercing your skin.
Yan Luo thought he was strong, but when the pain became more and more piercing, Yan Luo almost bit off his tongue.
She picked up the handkerchief next to the bathtub, rolled it up, and stuffed it into her mouth.
The pain in her body made her sweat profusely. Her wet hair hung on her face and neck. Her hands unconsciously clasped the edge of the bathtub tightly.
As time passed, Yan Luo fainted from the pain, then woke up from the pain again and again, over and over again.
Dirty black blood was struggling to seep out of her tiny pores, and a foul smell began to fill the bathtub beneath her.
Yan Luo knew that this was a success.
What was excreted was the impurities in her body.
Her clenched teeth loosened and she fainted from exhaustion.
Yan Bao played outside for a while. Seeing that Yan Luo had not come out of the bathroom for two hours, he ran over worriedly.
"Yan Luo, Yan Luo, are you done washing?"
"Yan Luo, Yan Luo?"
Yan Bao called out a few times outside the curtain, but got no response from Yan Luo.
Yan Bao decisively lifted the curtain and rushed in.
Yan Luo was seen sitting on his back in the bathtub, all black and wet, like a carp spirit that had emerged from the mud, powerless.
The small bathroom was filled with a pungent stench.
Yan Bao didn't even frown, he just rushed in and picked up Yan Luo horizontally.
The black mud on Yan Luo's body instantly rubbed all over his clean shirt.
Yan Bao carried her out of the bathroom and placed her on the rocking chair in front of the cabin.
It was four o'clock in the morning. Aunt Chun and Bai Yue had already gone to bed, and Xiaohua had sunk to the bottom of the pond.
Yan Bao took a clean towel and wiped Yan Luo's body bit by bit.
His movements were very gentle, for fear of waking Yan Luo up and hurting her skin.
But Yan Luo still felt a slight itchiness coming from her body. She moaned and opened her eyes slightly.
"Yan Bao?"
Yan Bao was concentrating on wiping the mud off her. When he heard her call, he looked up and smiled,
"You're awake."
Yan Luo's eyes fell on the black mud on his white shirt, and then she looked at her arms. She instantly wanted to die.
This is so embarrassing!
She frowned and said with difficulty,
"Don't worry about it, I'll take a break. Go wash it yourself."
Yan Bao was as clean as the spring sun, and Yan Luo really didn't want him to see him so sloppy. The two of them looked incompatible now.
Yan Bao asked doubtfully,
"Is it because I wiped it and it didn't feel good? Or should I go wake up Aunt Chun?"
Yan Luo thought,
There's no need to call everyone over to see her beauty~
"Okay, I'll go wash myself."
Yan Bao said in embarrassment,
"The bathroom is dirty and hasn't been cleaned yet."
Yan Luo was stunned for a moment. Well, it was even more embarrassing.
She said,
"Then I'll just go take a dip in the creek."
The spiritual water in the stream is very gentle and can heal wounds. It is also helpful for her current exhausted state.
"good."
Yan Bao stood up and was about to hug her.
Yan Luo quickly stretched out a hand, raised his palm, and refused.
"No, I'll go by myself."
After saying this, she leaned on the armrest of the rocking chair, slowly stood up, and staggered towards the stream.
Yan Bao was worried that she would fall, so he stayed by her side the whole time.
Yan Luoke was a strong-willed person. She walked to the stream on her own, trembling, and slid down, splashing high water.
Yan Bao couldn't help laughing.
"What are you laughing at!"
Yan Luo glared at him.
Well...
"I didn't laugh"
"Haha, you're still lying! You're obviously making fun of me! You little bastard, I raised you for nothing!"
When Yan Bao saw that Yan Luo, who was usually good-tempered, was actually angry, he was a little at a loss for a moment.
He thought about it, and then imitated Yan Luo, deliberately standing unsteadily by the stream, and slid in, splashing even more water.
"Lolo, don't be angry, look, I fell down too~"
Yan Luo:...
Okay, you reenacted the scene.
Yan Luo felt emotional. She knew what Yan Bao meant. Yan Bao wanted to make her happy. He thought that as long as he fell, she would not be embarrassed because of her own fall.
But if you think about it from another perspective, it would be as if he was imitating her and making fun of her.
"Lolo, don't be angry~"
He tried to please her in a soft voice while walking slowly along the shore.
The spiritual water can wash away dirt, and the mud on his white shirt had disappeared, leaving the shirt soaked with water and sticking tightly to his body.
The muscles on his chest were faintly visible, and his newly developed Adam's apple rolled a little.
He had already walked in front of Yan Luo.
The two looked at each other, with a distance of no more than twenty centimeters between them.
Yan Luo was originally as tall as his shoulders, but the water beneath her feet was shallower, so all she could see was his pectoral muscles.
She pursed her lips and could only look up and focus her gaze on Yan Bao's face.
After soaking in water and getting her hair wet, Yan Bao's lips actually looked somewhat rosy, and at such a young age, she had a hint of sexiness...
Yan Luo blinked, then shook his head quickly.
What a joke, the age of her current body is already 28 years old. Adding the time she lived in her previous life, she can be considered a centenarian.
As for Yan Bao, he had just transformed. Although his body was about seventeen or eighteen years old, she had only adopted him last year, so he was at most two years old.
A woman in her 100s actually thinks a two-year-old boy is sexy...
Yan Luo secretly pinched his thigh.
Seeing her strange expression, Yan Bao became even more nervous.
He put his hands on Yan Luo's shoulders.
"Lolo, don't be angry, you can hit me!"
As he said that, he grabbed Yan Luo's hand and put it on himself. Yan Luo reacted and quickly withdrew his arm.
"Okay, okay, I'm not angry. You're a man, don't be suspicious like a little woman all day long."
Yan Bao grinned,
"Lolo is so nice, I'll listen to Luo Luo."
The name "Lolo" gave Yan Luo goosebumps. She said,
"Call Yan Luo!"