Chapter 84 Hot Spring

"Why are you here? Didn't you say you were going to take a hot spring bath?" Ji Zhongzi asked quickly, changing the subject.

"Yes, hot springs." Ji Hean nodded, "But it's still early and the scenery here is nice, so let's go out for a walk."

Ji Zhongzi said "oh", and the situation suddenly became a little awkward.

"Do you want us to go together?" Ji Hean invited.

Ji Zhongzi glanced at Ji Zheng who was silent, then glanced at Xiao Ming who was leading two horses with his head down, and shook his head, "Forget it, we won't bother you two."

As soon as these words came out, two people present breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"Well, you..." Ji Hean held Ji Zhongzi's hand and looked at Xiao Ming again, "Be careful when riding."

"Don't worry, when I learn it, I'll take you riding." Ji Zhongzi showed his two rows of white teeth and reached out to gently stroke Ji Hean's hair.

I was too nervous to notice it just now, but when I touched Ji Hean's hair, I found that he had a lot of small flowers on his head.

It was a mess without any aesthetic appeal. Ji Zhongzi burst out laughing and bent over, pointing at Ji Hean's head and saying, "Xiaoxiao, why do you put so many flowers in your hair? You haven't gotten over this habit from your childhood."

Ji Hean's face turned red all of a sudden, and he raised his hand to pick the flowers, but before he touched the flowers, a big hand gently pinched his wrist. He turned around and saw Ji Zheng who had come to his side without him knowing when.

He gently pulled down Ji Hean's slender wrist, looked at Ji Zhongzi with a smile and said, "It's getting late, we'll leave first. Please ride carefully and come back early in the evening."

The words were full of concern, but Ji Zhongzi felt something was wrong. He couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he could only say blankly, "Okay."

Ji Zheng smiled and nodded.

"Then Xiaoxiao, we'll leave first. See you in the evening."

Waving at Ji Hean, Ji Zhongzi turned around and climbed onto the horse with the help of Xiao Ming. His movements were so neat and tidy that Ji Hean exclaimed in surprise, "Zhongzhong, you are so handsome!"

Ji Zhongzi raised his eyebrows at him proudly, "I'll teach you some other day."

"Okay!" Ji Hean agreed immediately, with admiration and envy in his eyes for Ji Zhongzi's heroic figure riding a horse.

No one noticed that Ji Zheng was already filled with jealousy.

Xiao Ming, who had been silent the whole time, stepped forward and clasped his fists towards Ji Zheng and Ji Hean, "Then we'll leave first."

After saying that, he turned around and got on the horse. If Ji Zhongzi's getting on the horse just now was neat and tidy, then Xiao Ming had to add another word of perfection.

Seeing this, Ji Hean's eyes were filled with admiration and envy again.

If looks could kill, then the two people on the horse would have been killed by Ji Zheng countless times.

Ji Zhongzi raised his chin slightly towards Ji Hean, raised the whip in his right hand, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Xiaoxiao, let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was no one in front of Ji Hean, and only the dust raised by the horse's hooves was dancing in the air.

Looking at the young man in green clothes riding a horse in the distance, Ji Hean smiled. Zhong Zhong is really a man who is always full of energy no matter when and where.

"No one is there anymore, what are you still laughing about, Ji Xiaogou?"

There was a strong sour taste in his words, but Ji Hean didn't feel it at all. He even pulled Ji Zheng's hand and sighed, "Zhong Zhong is so handsome when riding a horse!"

Although Ji Zhongzi is a little bitch, and he knows that he is just a simple friend to Ji and An, people in love cannot be viewed with normal people's thinking.

"Really?" Ji Zheng replied with a fake smile, and then asked a childish question, "Who is more handsome, me or him?"

After hearing this, the slow-witted Ji Hean also realized that something was wrong, but he did not answer. Instead, he burst out laughing.

His beautiful eyes curved into two crescents, and the corners of his mouth curved as he looked at Ji Zheng and said, "Are you jealous, A-Lang?"

Ji Zheng felt a little uncomfortable with Ji Hean's straightforward questioning. He coughed lightly, as if to cough out the sourness, then turned his head away, his eyes still a little wandering, and said stubbornly: "I just said that casually, how can I be jealous?"

The look of pretending to be calm, like a big cat with its fur standing on end but refusing to admit that it was afraid, made Ji Hean happy and couldn't help laughing even more happily.

"Okay, okay, of course A-Lang is not jealous."

Ji Hean approached Ji Zheng lightly with a smile on his face, put his arms around her affectionately, and leaned his head on his shoulder like a coquettish little fox.

Ji Zheng felt the intimacy of the person next to him, and the jealousy in his heart was like the icy ice in spring, which was gradually melted by the sweet warmth.

Glancing at the wildflowers above Ji Hean's head, Ji Zheng suddenly remembered what Ji Zhongzi had just said, and asked, "What did Ji Zhongzi mean by your childhood habit?"

Then Ji Hean's body stiffened, his earlobes gradually changed color, and he quickened his pace as if trying to hide something, saying, "Let's go, I'm a little tired and want to sleep."

It looked like something was wrong, so Ji Zheng pulled the man back, held his chin and threatened him, "Either you tell me now, or I'll kiss you until you tell me."

Ji Hean's face flushed instantly. He avoided Ji Zheng's eyes and stammered, "Actually...it's nothing. When I was a kid, I liked to pick wild flowers on the roadside and wear them on my head."

After saying that, she secretly looked up at Ji Zheng, feeling extremely embarrassed.

Seven-year-old Ji Hean had reached the age of craving beauty, but she didn't have any accessories, so she always picked some wild flowers by the river where she went to wash clothes and put them on her head. She always asked Ji Zhongzi in a baby voice whether she looked good.

If Ji Zhongzi said it was not good-looking, he would get angry.

This happened until he was in his teens, and when he grew up, he was often ridiculed by Ji Zhongzi.

“I see.”

Ji Zheng smiled and nodded, and the image of little Ji Hean wearing little flowers on his head emerged in his mind. "Tsk, little Ji, you have been so cute since you were a child."

His face and neck turned red. After being teased by Ji Zheng like that, Ji Hean felt so embarrassed.

"It would be such a shame if I didn't kiss such a cute boy."

After saying that, he held Ji Hean's chin and kissed her. However, considering that they were outside, Ji Zheng only gave her a light kiss.

He pinched Ji Zheng's arm hard, and Ji and An ran away with red faces, while they were left standing there with smiles on their faces and doting expressions.

....

Mist was swirling, hot steam was rising, a slender, white arm was gently resting on the side of the pool, eyelashes were gently trembling, Ji Hean slowly opened his clear eyes, yawned lazily, and closed his eyes again.

"Go back to bed."

A gentle male voice interrupted, and then a pair of strong and powerful hands were seen pulling Ji Hean out of the pool.

With his eyes still closed, Ji Hean used the strength of his hands and climbed up the man's shoulders with his thin arms as nimbly as a snake.

She rubbed her soft, moist face against the man's chest and let out a comfortable moan.

Seeing the person so sleepy, Ji Zheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He carried the person to the small couch, picked up the soft cloth beside him and gently wiped the water droplets off the person's body.

Although Ji Hean looked thin, it was all soft flesh when touched. It felt extremely comfortable, which caused Ji Zheng to become distracted while wiping.

If he had not just eaten and Ji Hean was so sleepy at the moment, Ji Zheng might have lost his temper again.

They had already played for the whole day, and Ji Zheng dragged them to exercise while soaking in the hot spring. Ji Hean was really tired and sleepy at this moment, and let Ji Zheng move him around like a soft noodle.

Ji Zheng kissed Ji He'an's long eyelashes tenderly, then carried them to Zhuangzi's bedroom.

Just as I was about to stand up after covering the man with the quilt, someone grabbed my clothes.

"I want Alang to sleep with me." The soft and hoarse voice made Ji Zheng's heart soften. He bent down and kissed his relative's smooth forehead. His voice was gentle and lingering. "I'll just go out for a while and will be back to accompany the baby soon."

Hearing this, Ji Hean loosened the corner of Ji Zheng's clothes and said softly, "Then you have to come back soon."

"Yeah, very quickly."

After answering, Ji Zheng covered the man with a quilt and went out. He was going to instruct the servants in the manor to make some nourishing soup for Ji He'an to drink when he woke up.

The thin eyelids trembled slightly, and a ray of dim light shone into Ji Hean's eyes, which were not yet fully awake.

His throat was a little dry and he wanted to drink some water. His head was also a little dizzy and he didn't know how long he had slept. His waist and hips were very sore.

I reached for the bed subconsciously, and immediately a pair of familiar hands gently grasped my hands, "Are you awake?"

It was Ji Zheng's gentle and smiling voice.

"I've prepared some sweet soup for you. Would you like to have some?"

Turning his head slowly to look at Ji Zheng, Ji Hean nodded, stretched out his hands, and said coquettishly, "Hold me for a while."

His body suddenly lightened and he flew into the air. His forehead was touched by soft lips. Ji Hean climbed onto Ji Zheng's back with both hands, and his eyes gradually became clear.

Reaching out and taking two soft pillows to put on the chair, Ji Zheng put the person down and opened the lid of the casserole on the table, and a sweet fragrance wafted out.

He scooped out a bowl and placed it in front of Ji Hean. "The temperature is just right. Drink one bowl first. I'll have someone bring the food over."

Different from his previous hands that were rough and covered with scars, Ji Hean's hands, after being carefully taken care of by Ji Zheng for so long, are now completely free of scars. Except for some indelible scars, they are now white and tender.

She nodded obediently, and with her slender fingers, she took a spoonful of sweet soup from the porcelain spoon and put it into her mouth. Her small throat slid, and she looked up at Ji Zheng, with a smile on her fair face, "So sweet, so delicious."

Ji Zheng smiled and touched Ji Hean's smooth face, "If it tastes good, drink more."

Nodding, Ji Hean lowered his head and began to drink the soup attentively.

Seeing this, Ji Zheng turned around and went out to ask someone to bring in the meal.

After dinner, Ji Hean took a storybook and read it with great interest in Ji Zhenghuai's room.

Ji Zheng's hand stroked the hair of the person in his arms slowly and rhythmically, while the other hand was looking at the banker's account book.

The bright candlelight cast the shadows of the two people onto the screen, and the moonlight outside the window crept in and fell at Ji Hean's feet.