The National Male God is Ruthless and Strong: Lord Qin, I Spoil You!

Qin Zong put his hands on the edge of the bathtub and leaned his upper body down. With a strong sense of compulsion, he pinched the young man's chin with his well-jointed fingers and said with dark eyes, "Want to wash together?"

The water in the bathtub was a little cold, and where Yan Tao was sitting, his clothes were all wet.

The young man's handsome and demonic face exudes glamor, and his appearance is as tempting as the Queen Medusa in Western mythology.

Young Master Yan put his hand on the back of the man's hand and leaned towards him. In the hazy mist, she smiled as brightly as a peach and plum, and her brows shone brightly, "Okay."

Qin Zong's mind was shaken.

For a moment, he really wanted to hold the boy's chin and seal his mouth that was always flirtatious.

However, Qin Zong is Qin Zong after all.

Blood that heats up can cool down in an instant.

he can not.

At least not now.

This little bastard is still a kid.

A middle school adolescent who can regard impulsiveness as love and recklessness as loyalty.

Now, what will happen to this child in the future?

Qin Zong's eyes returned to lightness, he reached out his hand and rubbed the young man's messy hair.

It's good to keep it by your side first.

Wait until the time is right before taking the next bite.

Master Yan didn't know what Qin Zong was thinking. She was just licking the oil, restlessly stroking Master Qin's beautiful mermaid line with her claws.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed, feeling uncomfortable.

His hand followed the perfectly smooth lines and was caught by Mr. Qin.

Carrying the half-wet and half-dry cat cub to the bedroom, "Just stay peacefully. I'll be back soon."

Young Master Yan touched the soaked clothes, and while Qin Zong was taking a shower, he quickly pulled out a new one and put it on, then got under the quilt to occupy some space.

After running around New York City during the day, Master Yan still thought about teasing Qin Zong again when he came back, so he fell asleep in a daze.

When Qin Zong went to bed, Master Yan occupied two-thirds of the entire territory, huddled under the quilt, with only his furry little head exposed.

Like a kitten dominating the nest.

Master Qin gently pushed the child into the innermost room, his frosty brows turned a little colder, and said in a low voice, "He is not big, but he takes up a lot of space."

He pulled another quilt and put it on the bed.

The two of them share a bed, and Mr. Qin is afraid that he cannot control himself.

The night was getting darker, Yan Tao was sleeping deeply, and Xiaoqi started beeping.

"Master, master! Wake up!"

Yan Tao woke up with a start, her beautiful peach blossom eyes still covered with mist. She rubbed her eyes: What's wrong?

Xiaoqi: Master, something is wrong with the future young lady.

Body scan revealed hypothermia, poor blood circulation, and cold condensation in the blood vessels in the body.

Yan Tao suddenly woke up and turned sideways to look.

The moonlight shone like water on Qin Zong's face, and Yan Tao could clearly see a layer of frost condensing between the man's brows, which seemed to be crystallized.

She lifted up the quilt and pressed her slender white fingers on Qin Zong's right wrist to feel for his pulse, her eyes focused.

Last time in Aocheng, she helped Qin Zong dispel the cold.

That time consumed most of her cultivation, and Yan Tao also prepared medicine afterwards.

She originally thought that the cold energy in Qin Zong's body was accumulated over the years. After the last time it dissipated, and with the medicine she prescribed, his body would gradually return to normal.

There was a cold look on the handsome eyebrows of the young man. It seemed that she thought simply.

"Cold~"

A suppressed, very low voice escaped from Qin Zong's lips. The man's brows furrowed into the character "Sichuan", his perfect face almost turned into ice, and his whole body was filled with the air-conditioning that kept strangers away.