Chapter 1691: Praise the Ancestors

Rong'er nodded obediently, and sat down on Long Yutian's lap.

In the barracks, there are no girls' clothes. Just now Rong'er was only wearing Long Yutian's robe.

Now being scratched and scratched by her, it slipped loosely to her waist.

Then, as a matter of course, her delicate skin like a boiled egg was exposed to Long Yutian's eyes at a glance.

Long Yutian swallowed his saliva, his hands were stained with light blue transparent ointment, he raised his hands several times, but trembling, he dared not touch her skin.

It wasn't until Rong'er's whimpering sound came that he regained his thoughts.

"Father—what are you doing, hurry up and scratch for me, I'm itching to death."

Rong'er sat on his lap, twisted twice in dissatisfaction, her little buttocks were still bouncing up and down, and it was pressed between his legs indiscriminately——

Long Yutian quickly gasped: "Hey, don't move, Father will apply the ointment for you!"

He froze suddenly, held Rong'er's waist, and moved her body to his knees.

Her limp body was pressed against his chest, and she was grinding between his legs so painfully.

If it continues like this, she didn't itch to death, but she would burn herself first and die!

Long Yutian tried his best to keep a certain distance from her, and carefully circled her back with his hands.

I was afraid that if I accidentally applied a little force, it would scratch her soft skin.

"Is it still itchy?"

Xiao Rong'er shook her head: "It's not itchy anymore, it's icy cold, so comfortable."

She moved her body, leaned into Long Yutian's arms, pouted her buttocks, and made her back arch into a beautiful arc.

"Father, wipe some more on the waist—"

Long Yutian's handsome face also turned dark red due to the turbulence of Qi and blood in his body, and bean-big cold sweat hung on his forehead.

He tried his best to restrain the overwhelming desire/desire, gritted his teeth, stretched his hand to Rong'er's waist, and applied it a few times.

"Well - it's so comfortable!"

Rong'er sighed softly, and tilted his head in great enjoyment!

Long Yutian's body was tortured, and now even his ears were poisoned, and he was distressed: This is not raising a child, it is simply praising the ancestors!

Unexpectedly, as soon as he had this idea, Xiaorong'er turned his head directly, stretched out his hand to hook Long Yutian's neck, raised his head playfully, and bit his chin with a click.

Then——she moved her body, wanting to turn around and face Long Yutian.

However, when his butt was touching his thigh, Rong'er suddenly exclaimed: "Father——Father, that hard thing has appeared again!"

Long Yutian's chrysanthemum tightened, and the ointment in his hand fell off with a snap.

Oh my god, it's still a joy to kill him with one knife. He is suffering from both mental and physical torture, and life is simply worse than death!

Xiao Rong'er finally turned over, one was raw and the other was familiar, she didn't focus on the 'hard' thing, but bent down, stretched out her claws, and hooked the ointment from the ground.

"Father—are you not feeling well? Why is your body so hot? Let me apply it for you, okay?"

As she spoke, she stretched out a hand, like a limp and boneless snake, and slid into Long Yutian's chest.