"The female general galloping on the battlefield x the "Qing Leng" Gu Yueling saint"
The bathhouse was filled with mist, and the mist steamed between the two of them, making their figures hazy and ambiguous.
Cen Murong looked at the reserved little guy next to the bath, sighed helplessly, and said softly: "Asi, come here."
When the young general heard her call, he was stunned for a moment, then slowly approached her, came to the edge of the bath, knelt down on one knee, and leaned against the bluestone beside her.
"Why did the Holy Lady call me?"
Nangong Chusi asked the question pretending to be calm. It was the first time for her to face the scene in front of her, so she felt a little unnatural.
Seeing her like this, Cen Murong smiled, put his arms around her neck, closed the distance between the two, leaned close to her ear, and said teasingly:
"I just want to ask... How long does the general plan to keep an eye on him?"
Nangong Chusi's ears were instantly stained with crimson, which spread to the roots of his ears.
"I... I'll go guard outside."
She said that she was about to get up. Cen Murong would not give her a chance to "escape". Her face darkened and her left hand moved down to her belt. Before Nangong Chusi could react to what she was going to do, she suddenly exerted force. Nangong Chusi did not expect her to do this. Her center of gravity was unstable and she fell into the pool. The sword also fell beside the bath.
"Keng——"
The first sound was the sound of the sword scabbard smashing the glass lamp.
"Zheng——"
The second sound was the lingering sound of the sword's blade trembling on the stone.
Nangong Chusi regained consciousness, straightened up from the water, and was about to go up. As soon as his fingertips touched the edge of the pool, a warm body pressed against her back, and then a pair of hands wrapped around her waist.
This made Nangong Chusi tremble all over, and her back tensed instantly.
"Asi... Why are you running?"
"I didn't..."
"No? Then you are still in a hurry to leave?"
"I..." Nangong Chusi was speechless for a moment, not knowing how to answer.
"Are you afraid of me? Or... Are you avoiding me?"
Cen Murong buried his face on Nangong Chusi's shoulder, his voice was muffled, with a hint of imperceptible grievance in his tone.
"I didn't, it's just that it's against the rules..."
"Listen to me, or listen to... The so-called "rules"."
"... I listen to you."
After hearing the satisfactory answer, a smile suddenly appeared on Cen Murong's face, but she did not show it clearly. She suppressed the smile at the corner of her mouth and ordered:
"Now, turn around and face me."
Nangong Chusi turned around obediently, but still didn't dare to look at her. When Cen Murong saw this scene, he was immediately dissatisfied. He directly pinched her chin and 'pushed' her face away.
"Look at me..."
Nangong Chusi met her eyes...
Intention: Three thousand people drowned, and only one scoop was taken. Women are not inferior to men, but women can also hold up half the sky!