Joke, come and write:

The bather lay quietly on the washboard, looking ahead, as if waiting for something! A pair of hands gently rested on his shoulders, and his solid and broad arms began to tremble slightly. This feeling seems to break the heart of the bather. He gently said to the bather, "Rub hard, I am willing to bear all the pain!" " "The washerwoman smiled with concern in her eyes. He didn't use any words to comfort him, just stroking his back hard.

The swimmer's eyes were red, and a few tears rolled down his face. He can't control it anymore. He turned around and grabbed the swimmer's hand. "Can't you be gentle?" ?

(Jin Yong Edition)

The swimmer's hands were slapped on the swimmer's back by the strong wind, and the swimmer suddenly felt an internal force on his back constantly breaking into his body, and could not help saying, "Good skill!" " , secretly exercise resistance. But those hands are like eyes, tightly attached to the bather's body, flying up and down, as fast as a palm, as tight as a palm, making it difficult for him to have a chance to breathe. People who take a bath can't help secretly complaining, their faces are dripping with sweat, and the soil on their bodies is splashed everywhere. Finally, the bather turned pale and blurted out, "master, can you be gentle?" The skin is going to fall off! " !

(Cologne Edition)

At noon on April 14.

Public bathhouse.

There is no wind or smoke.

Who can stand not taking a bath for two years?

He can!

But now he is lying in bed taking a bath.

The washerwoman moved!

No one can see clearly the movement and speed of his hand.

The bather didn't dodge, he knew it was all in vain.

Besides, he volunteered this time.

The bather's throat is a little salty and his stomach is rolling.

A liquid seems to gush from the body.

It's over. . . . . .

The bed is still that bed. . . . . .

People disappeared. . . . . .

In addition to some dirt, there are several pieces of human skin on the ground. . . . . .

The empty bathhouse echoed with the screams of swimmers. . . . . .