Chapter 59 This is too naive

Qing Wu could even see his wet eyelashes. The boy looked at her with wet eyes, candlelight dancing in his pupils, as if time had stopped for a moment.

Looking at the beauty under the lamp, now it is Qingwu's turn to look at him.

Inevitably, she was stunned for a moment by such beauty, and even the movement of wiping her feet slowed down. She held the foot for a long time.

Xiao Ji on the opposite side saw Qing Wu in a daze, thinking that she was pretending to be stupid and reserved. He couldn't help but sigh again, then bent down.

Qingwu didn't react for a moment, and just watched the handsome face leaning over.

The closer she got to those moist peach blossom eyes, the more grace she could see. The blush at the corners of his eyes made his originally handsome face even more beautiful and particularly attractive.

When the face was only a fist away from her, Qingwu's eyelashes fluttered and she closed her eyes subconsciously.

Xiao Ji, who was bending down to take the cotton cloth from her hand to wipe his feet, had his pupils dilated suddenly when he almost passed by her.

What does this mean?

Is that what you mean?

Are you so... anxious?

The slight blush on the boy's face instantly rose to the tips of his ears, but it was only a short pause before he honestly turned his face and kissed the girl's fair cheek.

The kiss was so quick that before Qingwu realized what was happening, the cloth in her hand was pulled away. When the confusion in her eyes faded away, the boy was already wiping his own feet.

His head was lowered, with only the top of his dark head showing, as if he was even more shy and embarrassed than her.

The surprise and shyness that had just risen in Qingwu's heart instantly turned into a smile, and he was both angry and amused. How could a kiss on the cheek turn out like this? Wasn't what he thought last night more powerful than this?

Xiao Ji didn't dare to look Qing Wu in the eye. Although he had long since convinced himself that he had to fulfill his husband and wife's obligations, which were more profound than kissing, he still felt that kissing was different...

Thinking of this, Xiao Ji's eyes showed a little more shame.

In fact, for a man born in a royal family, having three wives and four concubines is normal, and being together for a lifetime with only one partner is rare. However, Xiao Ji was greatly influenced by his mother. Queen Yang's parents, Mr. Yang and Madam Yang, were together for life without anyone else interfering.

"I envy my parents so much." As a child, he often nestled in Empress Yang's lap, listening to her whispers. Back then, the Pepper Room was bathed in sunlight. His mother stroked the top of his head, her tone filled with longing, "Your grandfather only married your grandmother in his entire life. They would admire the crabapple blossoms together in spring, gather fallen leaves together in autumn, and even eat their cakes together..."

She had a smile on her face, but she smiled until she said dejectedly, "If I hadn't entered the palace, I would probably be like this..."

When his mother said these words, he felt strange and even a little unhappy, and then he retorted: "But they all said that my father doted on my mother."

Empress Yang's smile froze, but she finally patted his head and whispered, "You are still young now, you will understand in the future..."

Later, as he grew up, he witnessed with his own eyes the change in his father's attitude towards his mother. The two of them became increasingly alienated due to trivial matters, and he could see the gap between them. Only then did he realize that love and pampering are different.

The love of the Emperor and the Empress is completely different from the love of my grandparents. True love cannot tolerate the interference of other people.

After witnessing all this, the young Xiao Ji secretly vowed that if he was not moved, he would treat all his wives and concubines equally, and if he was moved, he would be loyal to the person he was attracted to.

But the current situation has exceeded his expectations. He thought he would only be attracted to one person, but in fact he falls in love with every woman he meets. He is a complete playboy.

If he were still the noble prince, he could naturally make up for it with wealth and glory, but now he is just a disabled person with a broken leg, and he still has such thoughts. It is really... really contrary to his original intention.

The poor boy was taught too well and too purely by his mother and teacher, so things that seemed harmless to others were enough to make him feel uneasy.

Especially since the two people who attracted him were twin sisters, Xiao Ji felt even more guilty.

Xiao Ji felt ashamed, but at the same time he couldn't help being attracted to Qing Wu.

Seeing him lower his head again and about to crawl into the crack of the ground, Qing Wu finally smiled, and the sadness just now was swept away. She stood up and held the boy's cheek, saying mischievously: "What? You dare not take responsibility for what you did?"

Their cheeks were now completely touching, their eyes met, and Xiao Ji had no way to hide. He was forced to look directly into Qing Wu's eyes. Looking at her clear eyes with a smile, Xiao Ji felt even more ashamed.

The two emotions overlapped, and her blood rushed to her head. Qingwu gradually realized that something was wrong. The temperature she felt in her palms was getting higher and higher, almost enough to cook an egg. She suddenly let go of her hand.

Now, without anyone reminding him, Xiao Ji knew how red his face must be. Almost the moment she let go of his hand, he took it and covered his hot face with it.

"You...I..."

Perhaps because he was really embarrassed, a light suddenly flashed in the young man's smoking head and he remembered what Qingwu said in the carriage that day.

"You're my wife, what's wrong with me kissing you?"

After saying this, Qingwu watched him quickly change from being embarrassed to being natural, almost to the point of being justified.

He raised his chin, thinking he had the upper hand and wanted to get back at the opponent, but he took a long time to think about what was on his lips before he said it. "Qingqing, isn't that right?"

Qingwu thought that he must be trying to appear domineering and calm.

Like in the storybooks she had read, the gentlemen would force the girls to the trunk of a tree and then express their love forcefully. She thought that the gentleman in front of her should also want the same effect.

If his tone and expression could be more firm, without fluttering eyelashes and wandering eyes.

This is obviously too tender...

The strange shock made Qingwu feel that she, a girl, was the playboy who wandered among the flowers.

Although it is a bit unbelievable, her "experience" is indeed much more than that of Xiao Ji, the former Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace.

The Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace, raised in the palace, might have had access to many beautiful women, but in reality, the number was limited. Most were his father's concubines and his elders. Some palace maids also aspired to marry into higher-ups, but Empress Yang kept a tight rein on the throne. After Empress Yang's death, Xiao Ji was in deep mourning, so no palace maid wanted to risk her life. Two years later, when some relaxation finally took place, the palace maids were still itching to make a move, so the Emperor directly granted them two marriages. After so many marriages, no one got the chance.

Qingwu is different. She grew up away from home and was deeply influenced by her grandmother. Later, when she began to show her talent, she practiced medicine everywhere. She had no idea how many men she had met and how many young men had paid her attention. She had seen all kinds of them.

Seeing Xiao Ji pretending to be calm despite being so young, Qing Wu couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hahaha... Liu Lang is really... interesting."