After a moment of surprise, he quickly returned to normal.

Feigning fear and bowing his head, he replied, "Please don't say such things again, sir. It's too much for me."

Ning Qing reached out and pinched his chin, lifting it upwards.

As their eyes met, Ning Qing gazed deeply into the depths of his eyes once more.

He spoke slowly and deliberately, enunciating each word clearly.

“I have said that we have no shortage of servants in the manor, so you do not need to refer to yourself as a slave.”

When Jialan saw how serious Ning Qing was, she was slightly taken aback, her eyes flickering.

Ning Qing lowered her head and whispered in his ear.

"If I hear you refer to yourself as a slave again, there will be punishment!"

After saying that, he let go of her hand and turned to walk towards the edge of the pool.

Ning Qing picked up a clean towel and slowly wiped the water droplets off her body.

Then he slowly and methodically put on his clothes.

Standing in the pool, Jialan looked up at Ning Qing and could only see the faint figure on the screen.

Jialan looked at the figure on the screen, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes.

This is getting more and more interesting!

He chuckled softly and slowly walked towards the edge of the pool, step by step.

Standing barefoot on the ground, Jialan looked down at his robes, which were already soaked through.

It clings tightly to the skin, outlining a perfect body proportion.

Just then, a clean, large towel was handed to them from the side.

Jialan looked up.

Ning Qing smiled slightly and said, "Wipe it off."

Garan remained standing, showing no intention of reaching out to take it.

Ning Qing took a step forward.

They covered his head with a large towel and gently wiped it.

Realizing what was happening, Jialan quickly took a few steps back.

"Master, no, slave...".

After seeing Ning Qing's glance, he quickly changed his words.

"I can do it myself."

Ning Qing nodded in satisfaction, turned around and took a set of her own clean robes, handing them to Jia Lan.

"Your robes are wet, change them."

Jialan quickly waved his hand and replied.

"I can go back and change, how can you wear an adult's clothes? No, no."

Ning Qing narrowed her eyes slightly and looked him up and down.

The voice that spoke carried a hint of danger.

"You're going back wearing this? Hmm..."

Jialan glanced at Ning Qing with surprise.

Confused, I went back home in my wet clothes.

What's with this attitude?

But he quickly lowered his head.

Ning Qing spoke again in a low voice.

"Will you change it yourself, or should I help you?"

Jialan was puzzled, but he heard the persistence in Ning Qing's voice.

In the end, he reached out and took the white robe from Ning Qing's hand.

He bowed his head and said, "Galan thanks Your Excellency for your kindness."

Ning Qing waved her hand, telling him to quickly go behind the screen and change into clean clothes.

Jialan carried the clothes and slowly walked towards the screen.

His eyes flickered, revealing a complex mix of emotions.

After Jialan changed his clothes, he walked out slowly.

Ning Qing looked up and shook her head.

My wife looks best in red.

Next time, we need to prepare some red robes suitable for Xiaotong.

She raised her hand and waved to him.

"come over".

Jialan concealed the complex emotions in his eyes.

He walked step by step to Ning Qing and stood still.

"What are your orders, sir?"

Ning Qing opened the small porcelain bottle in her hand, gently ran her fingertips across it, and applied some white ointment to her fingertips.

It was gently applied to the hideous whip mark on Jialan's collarbone.

Garan leaned back slightly.

Ning Qing spoke softly.

"Don't move, let me apply the medicine for you."

Such silky smooth skin shouldn't have it there.