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After the rain drove down the herbal medicine, he was busy starting to prepare dinner.

After an hour, Ye Fan put a few dishes in front of him, except for a plate of bee stings, other wild vegetables such as bracken, houttuynia, horseshoe, and water parsley.

If Ye Fan is not picky eaters, eat anything, and most people may not have this appetite.

"Mr. Ye, we are not outside here, you may not be used to it, but in fact this bee is delicious.

After the wild bee fry, add the ginger, the pepper, the tea leaves and the fragrant roots, so that it is very refreshing," Xiao Yu enthusiastically introduced.

Ye Fan smiled and smacked a bee sting and ate it. He said: "I am not a picky eater. Don't worry, I don't think I can eat too much."

Xijia Luobu and Xiaoyu laughed and saw that the benefactor could eat. It seems that the big stone of the heart finally let go.

In fact, Ye Fan did not have any thoughts about eating at this time. Whether eating these wild vegetables and bee stings, or eating the sea of ​​seafood, they are already boring.

He was worried about how to find an antidote as soon as possible, just thinking that the night would pass as soon as possible.

After dinner, Xiao Yu said: "Mr. Ye, do you want to clean it, I can give you some hot water, in the next room, there is a tub of tub."

Ye Fan looked at his dirty clothes and shuttled through the rain forest. In fact, they were all wet and sticky, and they were really uncomfortable.

I was thinking about not going anywhere for a while, so I nodded and said, "That will trouble you, light rain."

"It's okay, you are a benefactor, this is what it should be," Xiao Yu rushed over to get the firewood to boil water.

The weather in the mountains is changing.

Not long after eating, there was a patter of rain in the sky.

In the bamboo building, listening to the rain and playing bananas, Ye Fan seems to be calm because of the worrying heart of Ning Zi Mo.

Ye Fan was obsessed at the door of the small village under the night, and did not know how long it took, the girl's voice came behind him.

"Mr. Ye, the bath water is ready, you can wash it."

Ye Fan turned back and found that the little rain was red and panting, and he was still holding a wooden barrel in his hand.

It seems that the girl is carrying a lot of buckets of water, going back and forth, tossing tired.

Ye Fan was moved and sorry. "I just thought about things, didn't pay attention, it was really hard for you."

Xiao Yu smiled and shook his head. "It's okay, I can see that Mr. Ye seems to be worried about who."

Ye Fan smiled helplessly and said: "I can only worry now... Unfortunately, it is useless to worry. At this time, it is useless to hate yourself..."

"Mr. Ye, don't think too much, manpower is sometimes done. Go to a hot bath. I put some herbs and flowers in my bath, which can help people calm down. You will feel comfortable after washing." A lot of it," Xiao Yu said.

Ye Fanle said: "It seems that the grandfather of the West will have a lot of things."

"Yes, my grandfather used to be a doctor in the village, but unfortunately I was too stupid. I didn't learn much about his medical skills," Xiao Yu said regretfully.

Ye Fandao: "In my eyes, you have done a good job with the light rain."

"Yes... thank you Mr. Ye can say that", the rain is red and red.

"I thank you for being right... well, I went to take a shower," Ye Fan took a deep breath and walked to the next door.

As soon as he entered the door, Ye Fan smelled the fragrance of a herb and flowers.

Ye Fan can't smell the specific medicines, but the taste is quite good.

This big tub also made Ye Fan somewhat surprised. Even like a big bathtub, it is no wonder that the rain was too tired.

Ye Fan took off the dirty clothes and pants, soaked into the tub, and felt a bit comfortable and relaxed.

Outside is the sound of the rain, and the cabin is full of hot water.

After the spirit of Ye Fan slacks, I don’t know if my blood flow rate is speeding up, or because of these herbs, Ye Fan actually feels a flame, slowly rising from the lower abdomen...

Ye Fan’s body began to get a little hot and his breathing was heavy.

Obviously this should be a bath for calming the nerves, but the more the bubble gets in his mind, there are some embarrassing thoughts...

Just then, the door of the cottage opened.

Xijia Xiaoyu 袅袅婷婷 went in and closed the door.

"Little rain?"

Ye Fan squatted, his head a little slow, watching the girl walk to the tub.

The girl actually wore a white silk nightdress, and the graceful figure was looming.

Through the mist of water, Ye Fan saw the corner of the rain, and there was a fascinating smile.

Yes, compared with the pure and charming smile before, there is a feminine charm.

"Mr. Ye... You are the benefactor of Xiao Yu, let the rain serve you to bathe..."

When the voice just fell, Xijia Xiaoyu had already untied a loose silk gown on his body...

"Light rain... you are..."

Ye Fan subconsciously perceives something wrong, but the body and brain, some uncontrollable, strong desire, let him not refuse everything that happened in front of him...

Xiao Yu took a slender, yet sleek jade leg into the tub.

Immediately, the girl soaked the whole person in a bathtub covered with petals.

When the girl got up again from the water and gently licked a black hair, Ye Fan’s gaze could not be moved straight away...

The girl had some dark complexion, which was washed away by hot water and directly faded out, revealing the skin inside the white as a suede.

A book like this green hills and green waters, beautiful and empty face, with a hint of ruddy, against the backdrop of a pair of stars, the beauty is suffocating.

It turns out that... her skin color is fake...

Ye Fan can only think of this here, but there is no way to think about why the girl has to make a fuss on her skin and dress up as a black girl.

Ye Fan feels that his head is like a strip of nerves that are paralyzed. Except for the original desire, which is constantly expanding, nothing else can be thought of...

"Mr. Ye? Ye Fan?"

The rain was slow, I don’t know when it was already in the arms of Ye Fan.

Her arms hooked on the neck of Ye Fan, a pair of talking spirits, looking at the man with a smile, biting the lips, with a hint of pride.

"Small...light rain...you are...what..." Ye Fan forcibly controlled his hands and did not do anything, but the body did not respond.

"I am not a light rain," the girl said softly in Ye Fan's ear.

“Isn't it rain?” Ye Fan asked in a hurry: “Who are you?” The girl swayed and flashed a sigh of relief. She said, “Stupid husband... I am your wife, light snow...”