After I died, the male supporting characters all turned black and went crazy

"what are you doing!"

Su Ping was so frightened by the sudden feeling of being in the air that she hugged his neck and asked loudly.

It couldn't be what she thought...

Song Qi stopped in front of the bathtub, looked at Su Ping, who was terrified in his arms, and said with a smirk, "I'll help you wash off the dirt on your body."

"!!!"

Su Ping stared at him in disbelief, and found that his eyes were clear, as if he simply wanted to help her take a bath.

She finally understood that Song Qi's fever was like a decrease in intelligence. He had no regard for the differences between men and women, and his actions and words were all based on his original thoughts.

Just like when he saw the kiss marks on his body just now, he thought that she didn't wash them clean after taking a shower, so he subconsciously wanted to help her wash them.

Feeling cold under his body again, he actually bent down and put himself in the bathtub!

At the same time, turn on the shower head next to you.

The cool water sprayed on her body, and soon her bathrobe became wet, sticking tightly to her body, which was a bit uncomfortable.

Su Ping quickly sat up from the bathtub and tried to grab the shower head that was facing her.

Unexpectedly, Song Qi quickly pushed her back.

"Be good, senior sister. It doesn't hurt to take a bath. Don't be afraid."

He was so lost in his own emotions that he even squeezed the shower gel beside him.

As the water in the bathtub filled up, the bathrobe, which had its ties untied, floated loosely on the water.

Su Ping heard a buzzing in his brain and quickly pulled his fluttering bathrobe tighter.

But after tightening, there is another scene.

The wet bathrobe clung tightly to her body, outlining her charming curves perfectly and making them visible at a glance.

Song Qi looked at Su Ping's cheeks which were slightly flushed with embarrassment, and suppressed the urge to push her into the bathtub and kiss her hard.

After rubbing the shower gel evenly in the palm of his hand, he looked at Su Ping with clear eyes, who was looking at him warily.

Because of nervousness, Su Ping's lips and teeth began to tremble uncontrollably.

She looked at his pair of white, slender, bony hands. The milky white bath gel flowed out from between his fingers and dripped into the bathtub along the bottom of his palms.

Looking at the shower gel and water blending together, Su Ping's heart also trembled.

It seemed to be dripping on her body.

As she thought of this, she felt the water temperature in the bathtub rising little by little.

She swallowed and felt her hair stand on end.

He said loudly: "No, that can't be cleaned!"

Unexpectedly, Song Qi just tilted his head in confusion and asked, "Why can't you wash it clean? It must be because you were afraid of trouble and didn't wash it carefully."

"Dirty things can always be cleaned by washing them a few more times."

As if to verify what he said.

Song Qi reached out and tried to tear open the collar of her bathrobe.

But Su Ping was unwilling to do that. She held on tightly and refused to let go.

Although I don’t know why he suddenly had the urge to help me take a bath, the mark could not be washed away!

But she couldn't explain it, after all, she still had to save face.

After Song Qi pulled a few times and found that he couldn't pull it anymore, he gave up.

Hearing his sigh, Su Ping felt relieved. Unexpectedly, the next second, his palm was applying shower gel to her body through her bathrobe.

Su Ping was frightened by his action and quickly held down his hand.

But as soon as he pressed it, the collar of his bathrobe came loose.

In a place where she couldn't notice, Song Qi's mouth curled up slightly, with a feeling that his conspiracy had succeeded.

The next second, his other hand nimbly slipped into the wide-open collar.

Because the palms of my hands were stained with shower gel, I could say that the journey was smooth.

Because of his touch, Su Ping shivered and felt a strange feeling in her heart.

Feeling the delicate skin, Song Qi's eyes dimmed slightly. Just as he slid his hand a little, Su Ping reacted and quickly held his hand down.

Facing his puzzled look, Su Ping gasped and rejected him.

"I can wash it myself without your help."

Unexpectedly, after hearing her words, Song Qi just shook his head slightly.

"Senior sister, you didn't wash it clean just now, and you said you can wash it yourself. Believe me, I promise to help you wash it clean."

After saying that, he began to rub his hands under his bathrobe.

Because they were soaked in shower gel and were in the water, his hands were as nimble as a fish and he couldn't hold on at all.

Su Ping was so anxious that she wanted to cry but had no tears. She could only follow his hand all the way, trying to stop him from continuing to help her bathe.

"Wait, there..."

As she screamed, Song Qi suddenly exclaimed, put his hand there motionless, and stared at her curiously.

Su Ping bit her lip lightly, avoiding his gaze, and at the same time pulled at his hand, trying to get it away from her.

But his next move almost made her collapse in the bathtub.

Song Qi blinked his eyes, as if he was confused and studying it, and gently moved his hand.

Suddenly, she let out a moan, and the hand that was holding him tightened, and her whole body began to tremble almost uncontrollably.

It was hard for Su Ping to doubt that he didn't do it on purpose. That place was so sensitive, there was no way he didn't know about it!

She grabbed his hand and applied a little force, but he held on tight and refused to let go.

Feeling the lines on his fingertips, she felt like she was going crazy.

"You, let go first..."

After finally saying such a complete sentence, Su Ping's eyes were moist and he was hesitant to speak.

It's this look that makes people want to bully her for no reason.

not enough.

Song Qi loosened his grip a little, but didn't let go. Instead, he said with some self-blame: "Senior sister, are you feeling uncomfortable? I haven't cut my nails for a few days. I guess I hurt you..."

"???"

Su Ping was so angry that she couldn't speak after listening to his serious nonsense.

She was about to say that it wasn't his nails, when she suddenly felt his nails scratching her.

Suddenly she shrank back, trying to make herself less sensitive.

At this time, Song Qi seemed to remember that he was going to help her take a bath. He squeezed some shower gel with his other hand and rubbed it into foam through his bathrobe.

Amidst the waves of foam, Su Ping's hand holding him down gradually became less and less able to do so.

The water in the bathtub gradually reached the edge, but Song Qi was so focused on scrubbing her body that he didn't turn off the water.

As he moved, the water near the edge finally overflowed.

Su Ping's mind gradually went blank. She knew this wasn't the right thing to do, but she felt like she had no strength to stop him.

It was clearly warm water, but Su Ping felt mist gradually rising in front of his eyes.

The only sounds in the bathroom were her panting and the rippling sound of water.

The water at the edge of the bathtub swayed and spread out little by little like wind blowing across the sea surface.

The skin he rubbed became hotter and hotter. He used a little force, as if he wanted to rub off a layer of skin.

Her skin was already delicate, and Su Ping couldn't withstand his strength, so she grabbed his wrist.

Except for the slightly cool skin on the surface that was soaked with water, his body temperature was still a little hot.

Why does a person with a fever have so much strength?

Because of her actions, Song Qi came back to his senses from the wonderful touch and decided to stop while he was ahead.

"This side is clean now, let me help you wash that side."

After saying that, the hand squeezed the shower gel again and slid to the other side using the same trick.

Because of his actions just now, Su Ping now felt that every cell in her body had become sensitive and fragile, and could not withstand any provocation at all.

As soon as his hand touched her skin, she shook her head frantically to refuse, and said in a trembling voice, "No need to wash it, it's clean."

But Song Qi insisted, holding her hand, looking at her seriously, and said, "Not yet."

Su Ping couldn't move and could only endure it and let him rub her again.

Feeling his fingers scraping across her skin intentionally or unintentionally, her body trembled slightly.

Song Qi looked at the shape of his hands under his bathrobe, his eyes gradually becoming darker.

He knew she couldn't bear it any longer and he wanted to stop, but the smooth touch made him unable to let go.

He didn't want it to end so soon.

Finally, after who knows how many minutes, Su Ping felt his hand finally stop.

And left her bathrobe.

Because she was already used to his touch, she was still a little uncomfortable when he suddenly stopped.

She could only bite her lips tightly to suppress the strange feeling in her heart caused by his teasing just now.

If he knew that she had developed desires because of his unconscious actions, she didn't know what he would think.

Thinking of this, Su Ping gritted his teeth even more, not allowing himself to reveal any emotion.

The scenes just now were too absurd, so absurd that she didn't want to recall them.

Just as she was struggling to sit up from the bathtub, Song Qi's hand suddenly reached into the bathtub and accurately grasped her fair and slender calf.

She was already extremely nervous, and when he grabbed her calf ankle, she reacted with stress and kicked him.

But Song Qi seemed to be prepared and had expected her to do this, so he reached forward and grabbed her popliteal fossa.

A little further up is her thigh.

Su Ping didn't dare to breathe, and held on to the edge of the bathtub with both hands, trying to pull her legs out.

But Song Qi's hand was like a pair of pliers, and she couldn't move it at all.

As she moved, the hem of her bathrobe was lifted up, revealing a large area of fair skin.

Song Qi's eyes fell on her legs without blinking, where his hands formed a strong contrast with her skin.

Her calves were so thin that she could almost hold them with one hand.

Because of the actions just now, he has already had some reactions.

At this time, I had to change my posture and continue squatting.

Now, after seeing her smooth and flawless legs, I felt a little dry in the mouth and swallowed unconsciously.

"Senior sister..."

Hearing his obviously hoarse voice, Su Ping was startled and looked up at him.

I noticed that the corners of his eyes had turned red again, and there was a hint of conflict on his face, as if he was suppressing something.

Seeing that she didn't respond to him, Song Qi glued his gaze to her face, met her eyes, and called out again.

"Senior sister..."

His voice seemed to have some kind of bewitching power, even though his usual voice was full of youthfulness.

Because of the fever, his voice was a little hoarse, but it had the flavor of a mature man.

It is also more tense.

Su Ping couldn't stand just hearing his voice and quickly looked away.

"Can you please let go of my feet first?"

Because one of her legs was held by him, Su Ping had to lean her body's center of gravity into the bathtub.

The hem of her bathrobe had almost fallen to her thighs, and she felt that if she moved even a little she would be completely exposed.

I could only speak while pulling the hem of her skirt.

Song Qi lowered his gaze with some amusement, and landed on her collar which she had left open because she was trying to pull up the hem of her skirt.

Because of the force and buoyancy of the water, the collar floated up again, revealing the fair skin faintly.

He looked at the white and subconsciously held his breath.

It wasn't until he saw the red and swollen skin from his deliberate scraping that he felt something explode in his mind.

Because of the water droplets, it looks like a freshly picked strawberry is placed on the cake, making people want to take a bite to see if it is sweet.

Su Ping felt that his gaze was becoming more and more dangerous. He thought to himself that something was wrong and followed her gaze, then exploded on the spot.

She was so busy pulling up the hem of her skirt that she forgot to tie the belt around her waist!

And there is no need to think about the look in his eyes just now, he must have seen everything!

Su Ping was both embarrassed and annoyed. She tried to pull her legs twice again, but found that he was still holding them tightly and she couldn't move.

His shameless behavior made her want to cry, and she was so angry that she poured the water in the bathtub on his face, hoping that he would wake up.

Didn't she give him medicine? Why was he still so confused? Could it be that the fever-reducing medicine had expired and was no longer effective?

Before she could figure out what was going on, Song Qi let go of her calves and sat down on the edge of the bathtub, facing her.

The bathtub was neither big nor small, and as he looked down at her, Su Ping felt more like meat on a chopping board.

"Senior, I haven't washed down there yet."

His face had just been splashed with water, and water droplets were now dripping down his chin.

When the water droplets fell back into the bathtub, the splashes were barely visible.

What down there? He wants to wash it?!

Su Ping was on guard. She sat up from the bathtub, looked at him with a wary and resistant expression, and refused: "I can clean myself down there. You don't need to wash it."

After saying that, she was about to turn sideways to avoid bumping into him and leave the bathtub, but as soon as she moved, he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back.

Song Qi still had a smile on his face, shook his head and said, "No, let me see if it's really clean."