The Fascinated I Only Want Salted Fish

Chapter 14:

"Ming Ci Yue." Ji Zheng suppressed the trembling in his voice and slowly stretched out his arm to the opposite side, "Put me up, I don't want to take a hot bath."

The fear of water dilutes everything, and Ji Zheng has no intention to take a closer look at Ming Ciyue's appearance, nor does he care whether he can see his wet body at the moment.

"Send me up, send me up quickly."

Ming Ci Yue just said softly and firmly: "No, not the Holy One."

Ji Zheng suddenly slumped, looking at Ming Ciyue with loss and confusion in his eyes. He froze for a moment, retracted his hand, clenched his teeth immediately, turned away from Ming Ciyue, and desperately struggled and rowed his arms towards the shore closest to him.

Mingci said more steadily: "I can't see the sage, the sage, please come over here."

But Ji Zheng couldn't hear it, and there were a few more flutters, and the water splashed around in the steaming soup pool.

Ji Zheng's legs were still soft and numb in the pool, and he couldn't sit still at all.

Just when he was about to fall in again, "The minister has caught the saint."

A pair of hands searched for the water splashing from the left and right, and chased after him accurately. With only the faint voice, he firmly positioned him. First, he touched the fingers that were making a mess, and then he climbed up on the slightly cold forearm that was exposed on the surface of the water.

All the hot water that Ji Zheng brought while struggling fell on Ming Ciyue's body.

Ming Ci Yue pulled him into his arms, and brought his upper body out of the water, leaving only his legs to continue the treatment in the hot water.

This touch was exactly the same as under the ice surface last night, slightly offsetting the fear of water in his heart. Ji Zheng swallowed nervously, raised his head, calmed down slightly, and panted heavily.

Ming Ci Yue pursed his lips slightly behind him.

Suddenly, Ji Zheng felt the two hands protecting his back move away.

He suddenly widened his eyes and looked at Ming Ciyue.

Ming Ci said softly: "Holy Master, please hold the minister tightly, and it is inconvenient for the minister to touch the Holy Master."

It turned out to be like this... such a gentle and courteous man.

Ji Zheng hurriedly nodded his head up and down: "Mmmmmm." Then he hugged Ming Ciyue's shoulders and sent himself up.

How could he still remember the superiority and inferiority of monarchs and subjects, but he subconsciously regarded Mingciyue as the only life-saving straw, clinging on tightly, shrinking himself up and hanging on the other side, unwilling to relax at all, for fear of falling into the water.

And the body of the man he used as a straw froze a little.

Ji Zheng looked back at the surface of the water under the billowing hot mist with lingering fears. The circles of ripples were reflected in his steam-drenched pupils, causing him to breathe a little heavier unconsciously.

Dizziness, hypoxia.

"Don't look at the sage." A hand stretched out and covered his eyes, "Neither the minister nor the sage looked at him."

Ji Zheng's eyelashes trembled up and down, and turned his head away from his hand, and looked back at him again.

Ming Ciyue removed the usual black armor at this time, leaving only a thin white coat, which was splashed by the water that the emperor had just lifted up. Outline the trend of every inch of texture. The black hair was wet, and hung down to the side of the head together with the white cloth.