Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

She raised her head slightly, and then aligned herself with the man with her eyes slightly dripping.

The other person's hair in the light seemed to faint in a thin light, and in the shadow he was a little softer and a little cooler than usual. Just that face is still indifferent, long eyelashes under the curtain a slight shadow, pupils seem to have something cool and icy, “Don't move. ”

The curvature of the thin lips is a bit sharp, and the cold voice is as cold as it is.

Shen Wood whispered, then sat very nicely in the bathtub.

Once Jiang retracted his gaze, he took a light brown comb from the place where the supplies were placed behind him. His gaze ranged from high to low, but it did not give a sense of arrogance. Instead, nothing really entered the alienation of his eyes.

Reaching out to hold the comb's right hand, the sharp fingers appeared unusually white and long. Jiang did not slow down to comb the hair of the cat sitting in the bathtub. When he saw a little stain on it, he could not help but gently frown.

Although the male master's technique was negligent, the strength was just right. Shen Mubai couldn't help but meow low, and his green eyes stared straight at the past.

Once Jiang combed for a while, he placed the comb behind him in a small pot of dirt and started putting warm water in the bathtub.

The good-looking elder's hands began to pour water on Shen Woo Bai's body, put a little bath fluid in the water, and then rubbed it on his hair. Jiang once and for all maintained the paralyzed color of his face. If it wasn't for his slightly raised eyebrows, no one could see his emotions at this moment.

After being gently caressed by those hands, Shum Wood White couldn't help but shrink. Although she was a cat's body now, she felt ashamed to help with the bath or something.

So she couldn't help but whisper, her emerald eyes staring closely at the rippled surface.

Eyes can escape, but feelings can't.

Shenwood White can clearly feel the elongated hands wash from her neck to her body, then from her legs to her soft stomach, she sat extremely stiff in the bathtub and did not dare to struggle, afraid that the male owner who easily accepted herself into the house would throw her out the window.

The other person rubbed the bath just right, but from this body's memory, it was always the mistress who showered it. And after following the young master's life, he disappeared from time to time, and didn't come home at the end of the day, so there was no such thing as Jiang once gave it a bath.

It's a blessing that the male lead is a raw hand, but it won't hurt her, and the cat will be hopeless.

But when the other hand slipped to the tail, Shum Wood White was still a little impulsive to bury herself, and her furry ears shrunk slightly.

The tail was a very sensitive area for the cat, and the crisp, numb feeling was all over her body, she couldn't help but squeeze and then curl up slightly.

Once Jiang seemed to have sensed her reaction, the motion slightly paused, but she continued the motion in her hand. For someone with a slight cleanliness habit, he has to wash until he thinks it's clean.

Finally, half an hour later, the sandwich was freed and the foam washed thoroughly before being wrapped in a soft bath towel.

Instead, the male owner separated her from herself for a while and did not treat her own cat as gently as the other shovelers.