Come against the wind, exchange your glory

Chapter 330 Changing clothes

Complacent, Han Wu said arrogantly, "It's not for nothing that they look good, you have to pay for it."

Bingci smiled, followed his words and asked, "How much will it cost?"

"Separate people, if it's you, it's free."

As Han Wu spoke, he sat beside Bingci and looked at it carefully. He was dazzled by anger just now, and he didn't have time to take a good look at someone, Zhilan Yushu, Mr. Qingjun.

The more you look at it, the more surprised you are, and you don’t forget to take pictures.

Bingci shook his head helplessly, and unbuttoned his clothes bit by bit. The ancient costumes were cumbersome, and it was not easy to change them out.

A large part of the white neck was exposed, Han Wu was taken aback for a moment, and looked away unnaturally, wait, what's the matter with being a man?

"Little brother sometimes looks like a girl."

Han Wu was caught off guard by saying this, Bing Ci paused, but she quickly covered it up, "Someone said it before, but I convinced everyone who said that."

"So, are you reminding me?" Han Wu's tone was displeased.

"No, boys probably don't like being called like girls, right?"

"It's like someone said that the captain is prettier than girls."

"Isn't that the truth?" Han Wu said with peace of mind.

Bingci looked at his face and suddenly didn't know how to answer the words. If he was heard by the black fans of the great god, he would definitely laugh at him for being narcissistic, but this is indeed the truth.

"Why are you changing clothes so slowly?"

The silver ornaments on this dress are hung on the embroidery, you have to be careful, the outer robe is hard to take off, and there is trouble with the belt again, the silver ornaments on it catch the silver thread, if you pull the belt hard, it will cost you .

Han Wu couldn't stand it anymore and squatted down to help her unbuckle.

I don't know when the door opened a crack, and a pair of eyes stared at them tightly.

Han Wu seemed to be aware of it, and gave the man a sharp look, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, he bit Bing Ci's waist in front of him.

The male lead outside the room covered his mouth in panic to prevent himself from making a sound, and he was a little annoyed, you... how could you do such a thing in my dressing room.

Bingci didn't notice it, but there was a sudden itch in the waist, so he moved.

"Don't move around, the silver thread was finally pulled out, and now it's back."

"Well," Bingci only felt his hands sore, and kept raising his hands in order not to touch him.

"You won't let go of the sore hands? Or do you despise me?"

"No, I'm afraid you'll chop off my hand," Bingci sighed slightly, and was very worried about Han Wu's face that had been darkened all day because someone touched him last time, and he was still talking about cutting off his hand.

"It's as if you've never touched him, and besides, that's an outsider, and you're not," the voice behind was very small, but Bing Ci still heard it, and hesitantly put his hand on his shoulder.

From the back, it looks more like hugging his neck.

"This dress is useless," Han Wu yanked off his belt angrily, because the costume itself is too big, Bingci is thin, and has a small frame. With his force, the collars on both sides naturally slipped off.

The lonely man and the widow are in a room together, and their postures are ambiguous, which makes people imagine.

"It's okay, I'll ask later," Bing Ci forgot to put her hand down, it looked more like she was hugging his neck.

Han Wu has been hugging her waist since just now, and has no intention of letting go at all, the more he touches the palm of his hand, the more heat will be transmitted, and there is a real and ethereal softness, and there is something strange in his heart.

"Little brother, even his waist is different from mine, so soft."

Bingci could feel his hands wandering over his body, and sneered, taking advantage of his unpreparedness, he pushed his knee hard, "It's really different, the captain is much harder, with an iron belly."

"Hiss...you really dare to strike..." Han Wu gasped, clutching his stomach tightly, and looked at her with resentful eyes.

(End of this chapter)