Tomb Robbery: Go Through This Pen-Stealing World!

Wu Xian's palms were soaked in hot water, and there were a little calluses on the palms and fingertips, and there was a burst of warm and numb when he rubbed his scalp.

The sound of shampooing sounded in his ears, and Wu Ling comfortably enjoyed his brother's scalp massage, and he was about to fall asleep.

As the sound of the water gradually stopped, Wu Ling's wet blonde hair was tied with a small yellow towel printed with a small yellow duck pattern.

Wu Xian's fingertips were on the towel, gently wiping the water droplets from Wu Ling's hair.

The texture of the towel is very soft, and the touch is a little different from the touch produced when Wu obliquely rubs his fingertips across his scalp, but both are very comfortable.

Wu Ling was like a kitten that had been comfortably stroked, and his whole body stretched out all over his body, almost overflowing with a few comfortable purrs in his throat.

He unconsciously leaned back, but his feet suddenly slipped.

He was a thorn, and his head leaned on Wu Xie's bare chest, and his pink and tender earlobes directly rubbed against a plum fruit with a little droplet.

The tingling touch on his hair suddenly stopped, and Wu Ling blinked a few times in confusion because of the sudden fall, and his big wet eyes were a little sluggish and startled.

As a result, he happened to meet Wu Xian's face looking down.

Truth be told, the angle of looking up is really dead.

However, Wu Ling felt that his brother was still handsome from this angle!

This small mouth, this small face, this big eyes, and double eyelids.

Tsk, it's just handsome, okay.

It's the same nose and two eyes, and I don't know how my brother grows.

It looks like a person.

At this time, Wu Xian, who looked quite like a person, slowly moved.

He gently pinched a child lying on his chest with an unknown liquid dripping from the corner of his mouth with his fingertips, and asked with a slight smile

in his voice: "Are you hungry or

sleepy?" Wu Ling sucked his own snort, because his face was pinched, his voice was a little indistinct, but his expression was very serious and said:

"Hungry and sleepy, brother, I feel that the word "beautiful and delicious" is not very real.

Wu Xian raised his eyebrows: "What do you say?" Wu

Ling's little face quacked seriously: "Because I am looking at you now, not only am I not full, but I am even hungry, my stomach is twitching, I feel that I can now swallow a roasted sweet potato in one bite."

Wu Xian tapped his head with his fingertips, and his tone was helpless and doting: "I look like a roasted sweet potato?"

Wu Ling bent his eyes, and he rubbed his head against Wu Xi's chest: "Brother, you don't look like a roasted sweet potato, you look much more handsome than it, don't be too inferior, although you don't look as good as me, but you are still very handsome." Wu

Xian

: "......" He shook his head a little crying and laughing, and pinched Wu Ling's face lightly:

"Then do I have to thank you for complimenting me? Okay, the little rascal quickly got up from me, and after I finished taking a shower and giving you medicine, we will go down to eat."

Wu Xiaoling, who was called a little rascal, twitched the corners of his mouth.

He's not a rascal, it's just an accidental fall.

As for why he didn't stand up in time, it was because he felt that it was easier to talk to his brother like this.

But since they are all called little hooligans, if they don't play a hooligan, wouldn't they be a little sorry for these three words?

Thinking of this, Wu Ling's big eyes suddenly flashed, he bent his lips, and pinched his brother's chest muscles with his little paws at a very fast speed.

Then, before Wu Xian could react, his body was like a small loach, and he instantly distanced himself from his brother.

The arm quickly pulled up the bath towel next to him, and without even looking at it, he wrapped it directly around his body.

Then he took a step back with his calves, turned his body quickly, and ran directly towards the door of the bathroom, and said happily:

"Brother, you wash slowly, I promise not to peek, I will give you the wind at the door."

"Don't worry, except for me today, no one else wants to step into the bathroom, not even mosquitoes, you can rest assured and boldly wash! There will definitely be no one peeping, I will make four!" Wu

Xian, who was suddenly attacked on the chest and ridiculed in language: "......"

He looked at the child who ran away, and his eyes were not abrupt to be played hooligan, but full of unclear smiles.

The tip of his tongue arched slightly, and when his eyes fell on the child who suddenly turned around and grimaced at himself as he ran to the bathroom door, he scolded with a doting smile: "Little bastard."

Wu Ling, who was standing at the door, stuck out his tongue at him, and said in a bright voice: "Stinky brother, you are my own brother, if I am a little bastard, then you are a big bastard."

"Big bastard stinky brother, you wash it slowly, I won't accompany the little brother~ You let it go, I definitely won't peek, haha." After

saying that.

Wu Ling was in Wu Xian's eyes, "What did you stinky boy just call me?"

made a mischievous and flamboyant flying kiss at him.

This small action came suddenly and enthusiastically, and Wu Xian, who was about to come over, was stunned in an instant.

Wu Ling tilted his head when he saw Wu Xian's stunned appearance, feeling a little funny.

He rubbed his fingers, puffed out his mouth at Wu obliquely, and turned into an O-shaped little goldfish's mouth and kissed him in the air, making a pop.

Then he met Wu Xian's eyes, his eyes blinked innocently, but the corners of his mouth curved into a somewhat flamboyant smile, and his fingertips quickly closed the door of the bath,

accompanied by a "click" The sound of the bathroom door closing.

Wu Ling took two steps back, he stuck out his tongue at the person who was stunned through the laminated glass with a small proud face, and shouted with a small smile:

"Stinky brother has the ability, you come out and beat me now, slightly, can't get out, haha, I'm going to bed, you wash it slowly!

After saying this, Wu Ling directly wrapped the gray towel on his body that was a little incompatible with the small yellow towel on his head, and ran towards the bed with his legs.

in the bathroom.

Wu Xian looked at the closed door, and the expression on his face was unprecedented emotion.

He remembered the child's strange flying kiss just now, and stared straight at the glass in front of him, where no one was visible.

I don't know how long it took, he slowly covered his face with his hands, the expression on his face was masked, and the curvature of his lips became heavier and heavier.

Suddenly.

He still couldn't hold back after trying his best to control it, and suddenly laughed.

After this short laugh, as if a switch had been flipped on in some way, the laughter grew louder and louder, with a somewhat hoarse, magnetic laugh that seemed to overflow from the depths of his throat.

Gentle, restrained, scorching.

It may have been a minute, or it could have been ten minutes.

Wu Xian's fingers slipped from his face as if he were laughing weakly, revealing the smiling but forbearant dark eyes below.

He looked at the glass in front of him, and the light fell overhead.

From the countless dazzling and pure glass shards, he picked up his own light, but he saw his 'ugly' figure.

Does the Illuminati hate 'ugliness'?