My attacks don't follow the script/Is the car running today? (NP)

Chapter 4

This horse is indeed a good horse. I rode on it and rode the wind, leaving all the sadness in my heart behind. It's no big deal, there's Qin Tingying. Qin Tingying is a well-known romantic young man in Beijing. I will have many opportunities on the road. I felt better, drank a few jars of wine with the prince, and returned home happily.

　　When I opened the courtyard door, my good brother was waiting for me in the courtyard again. He saw my cheeks were slightly red, frowned and came over to help me: "Drink so much?"

　　I waved my hand and said nonchalantly, "It's okay." After that, I staggered towards the back room.

　　He picked me up and scolded me: "You said you're fine?"

　　I looked at his sexy chin and rolled my eyes at him. I don't know what he thinks of me now. In the past, when I smiled like this at other people, they would lower their heads and kiss my eyes.

　　He remained unmoved, walked forward steadily, and carried me into the room. He gently laid me on the couch and took off my boots.

　　"You lie down for a while." He told me and walked out of the room. Alas, he is such a good brother, I sighed silently, how should I drag him into the water?

　　After a while, several servants came in carrying a bucket of water. He also changed into a refreshing short shirt. After he asked people to leave, he locked the door and came over to untie my belt. I grabbed his hand and stopped him from moving.

　　"Be good, take a shower before going to bed." He coaxed me softly.

　　"I'll do it myself. You go out." I stretched out my hand to push him.

　　"You're drunk, let me do it." He didn't listen to me. Instead, he grabbed my hands with one hand and continued to untie my clothes. He moved skillfully, and soon, all my clothes were taken off by him. I was leaning on the couch, naked.

　　I have seen my body before. The skin is like gelatin, the shoulders are like shaved off, and the waist is as plain as usual. Anyone who sees it will be fascinated by it. But he didn't seem to see it, his expression didn't change, he picked me up and carried me to the bathtub.

　　I lay on the edge of the barrel and looked at him. He didn't dodge, his eyes were full of doting. He picked up the bath towel and asked me softly: "Want to wipe your back?"

　　"No need." I shook my head. My good brother, if you don't want to take a mandarin duck bath with me, stop teasing me.

　　He had his own ideas at the moment, as if he didn't hear what I said, and gently wiped my back with a bath towel. He kept rubbing it, and my waist happened to be a sensitive area. This subtle touch is more seductive than direct stimulation. After just a few wipes, my lower body started to react.

　　"No more." I grabbed his hand and tried to stay calm. In fact, I really wanted to hook his neck and kiss him deeply.

　　"Okay, you wash slowly, call me if you need anything." He stopped insisting, put the towel into my hand, turned and left.

　　What a bastard! I punched the water angrily and stretched my hand helplessly under the water.