Transmigrating into the Villain’s Demon-Revealing Mirror

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Feng Chi was right, and the wound on Ji Huan's finger was obviously not too big, but he felt a bit of pain when he touched it. Ji Huan lowered his head and looked at his finger, a little embarrassed: "No, don't you?"

"determine?"

Ji Huan raised his chest and then thought of something, then shrank back. He looked at Feng Chi suspiciously, his eyes full of temptation. He didn't have any thoughts about not washing his hair for two days. It was just a bad smell during special periods. But Feng Chi is different. Feng Chi's minor cleanliness should not allow his tenants to be in a state of being irritated and unwashed. Maybe to keep the pillows and the bed clean, he wouldn't even let him sleep.

Ji Huan suddenly missed himself in the period of the little mirror. At least when he was in the mirror, he was like a real mirror, like a dead object, eating and drinking Lasa without worrying about anything.

He scratched his face and asked quietly, "Will you wash my hair after I finish the shower?"

When he got the answer he wanted, Feng Chi blinked, and soon he yelled. He straightened his body and pushed the person forward, said lightly: "After washing it, call me and I will be outside."

Feng Chi leaned against the wall, near the door, and he could hear the movement in the bathroom. Ji Huan turned on the shower again and shut it off after a while. After a few seconds, a soft towel wiped every part of the body. He seemed to accidentally touch his finger, making a shallow cry, and muttering softly, ‘how does it hurt so much.’

Feng Chi converged his eyes, covering his deep and ink eyes and eyes with a little aggressiveness. He licked his thin lips, the desire in his heart enlarged completely at this moment.

After waiting for a while, a soft voice finally came from the bathroom, "Feng Chi I'm done."

Feng Mo dumb his throat, straightened up and walked to the door to open the door. The bathroom was misty, but he caught Ji Huan's position at a glance. Walking to the teenager, he watched Ji Huan wrinkle his nose and complained in a low voice, "It just seemed to have been washed by water, I don't know if it got wet."

He gently held Ji Huan's injured finger, looked at it carefully, and whispered: "It should not be wet. After washing your head, I will bandage you again."

"Oh. Then, shampoo now?"

There is no small stool at home, Ji Huan can only feel aggrieved and kneel in front of the bath. His pyjamas were very thin, and in a little while the cold hardness of the floor tiles penetrated the pyjamas and hit his knee. He quietly rubbed his knees with his intact hands, but the minute movements were immediately noticed by Feng Chi. The man glanced down at his posture and suddenly picked up the man.

The hair was soaked in the shower. As soon as she stood up, the drops of water fell along the neck and fell into the back of the heart. Feng Chi embraced him with one hand and knelt on the ground on one knee, allowing him to lie on his lap.

Ji Huan was a little ignorant when he was forcibly pressed down. He looked at Feng Chi and couldn't help saying: "Your pants will get wet?"

His two hands rested on Feng Chi's lap, and his eyes could only be fixed on the white tiles.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, it's all about washing." Feng Chi patted his thin waist and hugged the man around his arms, "close your eyes."

Ji Huan's waist was thin and soft, and Feng Chi's hand fell on it for only a few seconds. The idea of ​​unwilling to let go, even ... wanted to pinch his waist to do other things.

Feng Chihui looked at the teenager with his head behind. Probably because of the action, Ji Huan's clothes were rubbed, revealing a delicate white waist.

Feng Chi's eyes darkened, but he quickly gathered all his thoughts and washed his head for Ji Huan.

The temperature was just right for the soft hair, Feng Chi's fingers lightly pressed his scalp, and then squeezed his hair, Ji Huan was so comfortable that he couldn't help squinting and sleeping. Confused, he whispered: "Have you ever practiced before. How to wash your hair is better than the teacher Tony of the barbershop ..."

"Born." Feng Chi's voice was mute. "Who should I wash my hair with when I'm idle?"

"Give me." Ji Huan laughed, and moved his hands on the man's lap to move forward. "But the neck is about to break. You pinch it."

Under normal circumstances, Ji Huan ’s request for Feng Chi will not be refused. Rinse the foam on his hand, he gently squeezed Ji Huan's back neck. Listening to Ji Huan humming a comfortable sigh, Feng Chi gently pulled his lips, revealing an unusual smile.

Wash Ji Huan's hair and wrap it with a large towel. Feng Chi threw the shower and hugged him directly. Unexpectedly, Fang Jihuan screamed softly, and he hugged Feng Chi's neck subconsciously. He dangled his legs. "I can walk by myself."

Feng Chi's eyes fell silently on Ji Huan's face.

After being smoked by the heat for a while, Ji Huan's face was powdery, which seemed inexplicably delicious. Those beautiful eyes stared at him brightly, making him a little unbearable with just one glance. Feng Chi swiftly walked out of the bathroom with his lips and threw the man on his bed. "Wait for a while. I will blow your hair."

"It's okay to get wet, and it will dry after a while."

"It will catch a cold." He finished, without giving Ji Huan the opportunity to refuse, quickly walked back to the bathroom and took a shower.

The running water rushed across the well-defined chest and lower abdomen, Feng Chi closed his eyes, and a sudden and unexpected figure of Ji Huan appeared in his mind. He recalled that Ji Huan smiled at him, wrinkled his eyebrows and complained to him in a low voice, and there was a soft "Feng Chi".

Feng Chi opened his eyes.

This bath really gets hotter and hotter.

Ji Huan sat on Feng Chi's bed and waited for a long time. The sound of the water flowing in the bathroom was still there. He twisted his eyebrows and walked to the door with bare feet, and asked next to the door: "Feng Chi?"

No vocals could be heard in the bathroom, Ji Huan's eyebrows became tighter and wrinkled, and he pressed the door handle when he was worried that Feng would be late. However, at this very moment, Feng Chi's low voice passed into his ear: "It's okay. I'll be fine soon."

After Ji Huan screamed, he scratched his head and went back to bed, cross-legged, and pulled the quilt up to cover his legs.

Moments later, Feng Chi wrapped the bathrobe and pushed open the door. The belt was loose and tied, revealing a large fair-skinned waist and chest. Ji Huan glanced back and looked back as if he was burning his eyes. His eyes fluttered wildly, and his mind was a little confused.

This is the first time he has seen Feng Chi dressed so casually after becoming a human. Seeing the cold abstinence that used to be buttoned on the top of a man's button, at this moment, as long as a glance at his chest, he felt undesirable.

Feng Chi watched the head hang down, recalling the sudden return of the young boy's eyes for a few seconds, he pursed his lips. Picking up the hair dryer, he started blowing hair to Ji Huan.

Feng Chi, a big man, blows his hair out of his mind, and his movements are not very careful. His movements are very light and gentle. Ji Huan subconsciously rubbed his arms, his head a little dizzy. At the next moment, his cheek was pressed against the man's chest. He seemed to react suddenly, his body stiffened.

He quietly raised his eyes, Feng Chizheng looked down at him. Ji Huan immediately pulled out an awkward smile and moved the man's chest back. Feng Chi pretended not to see it and only asked: "What do you want to eat tomorrow morning?"

When Feng Chi was so disturbed, Ji Huan's thoughts immediately followed Feng Chi. I can't even take care of the movements at this time, and think about breakfast tomorrow morning. He glanced at the seal late, "Are you doing it?"

Feng Chi: "Look what you want to eat. Go buy it if you have it ready."

Ji Huan: "When I came back today, I saw a pancake fruit outside the community. I wanted to eat that."

After drying his hair and confirming tomorrow's breakfast, Ji Huan's sleepiness swept away. Feng Chi treated his wound again, and then he picked up the man, "Go to bed, it's not too late."

Ji Huan obediently left the bedroom and opened a slit again when closing the door, revealing most of his face, bending his eyes and laughing: "Good night."

"OK, good night."

Closing the door gently, Ji Huan skillfully walked to the next door to open the door of the guest room. At a glance he saw the little rabbit that was placed on the pillow. The ears of lop-eared rabbits are particularly large, pinching soft and furry. Sitting on the bed, Ji Huan ravaged the little rabbit, took off his little suit and put it on again. After playing enough, he took out his phone and took a photo.

He just got his phone, and there is only one seal in the address book. He created a new WeChat account with the new number and used the little rabbit as his head. When I wanted to show Feng Chi to Fengxi, I remembered that he had n’t added Wechat. He ran to the next door and opened the door. When he headed in, he shrank back in a second.

I am fucking! Feng Chi didn't wear clothes!

"I ... I didn't mean it! I just wanted to come over and ask you about WeChat. Forget it, I'll say it tomorrow, good night!"

The door clattered, and the sound of footsteps outside was hurriedly chaotic. Feng Chi just glanced at the bedroom door lightly, re-emerged on his nightgown, and lifted the quilt into it. To be honest, when Ji Huan opened the door, he heard the voice.

Ji Huan got into the quilt and buried his face on the soft lop-eared rabbit, rubbing hard. The short hair that he had just blown turned into a messy appearance in no time, and he ignored it, holding the lop-eared rabbit and staring blankly at the ceiling. Feng Chi's figure ... really.

He looked down at himself and lifted the corner of his pajamas to pinch his stomach, so soft.

Forget it, no match. Sleep well.

The next morning, Feng Chi got up and washed up, looked at the time, and listened to the movement of the next room. Very quiet. Feng Chi could almost imagine Ji Huan's appearance at this time. Ji Huan especially likes to put the whole person into the quilt when he sleeps. At a glance, it looks like there is a little bump on the bed. A little cute.

Feng Chi didn't bother him, so he got dressed and opened the door. The pancake fruit Ji Ji said is far away from the villa area. These small carts are not allowed to appear near the villa area. Feng Chi looked for a long time before he saw the uncle who made pancakes. There is a long line in front of the cart, and there are all kinds of people in the team.

There are elites in suits like Feng Chi, as well as uncles and young students who go out to school.

It was half an hour after Feng Chi ’s turn, and the uncle looked at him and asked with a smile: "What do you want to add?"

Feng Chi swept the cart, recalling Ji Huan's usual food intake and his favorite snacks and snacks, thinking for a few seconds before saying: "Add everything."

Twenty minutes later, Feng Chi returned home. Pushing the door open, the living room is quiet. Feng Chi put the pancake fruit on the table, took off his coat and pushed open the door of the room. Similar to what was imagined, the bulging unidentified object on the bed slept soundly, completely unaware of the need to work as a demon control bureau employee. Feng Chi stepped forward, swept his eyes on the pillow, and failed to see the lop-eared rabbit.

He frowned, subconsciously thinking that the lop-eared rabbit had been slapped to the ground by Ji Huan who was not sleeping well, perhaps between the bed and the window. Feng Chi lifted the quilt, Ji Huan hugged the lop-eared rabbit in one hand and pulled the quilt in one hand, opening his eyes in confusion, "Well ... what's wrong?"

Feng Chi shook his hand and glanced over the lop rabbit. After pursing his lips, his wrist moved, and he put the quilt on his pocket again, "It's alright."