Xie Jingrun carried her directly into the clean room, then asked gently, "Do you need my help?"
Rong Qingqing stood with her feet on the ground, and looked at him with some curiosity upon hearing this, "What can you do to help me?"
Xie Jingrun: "..."
"Did you hit your head and hurt it?" Rong Qingqing thought of the sound just now and instinctively felt that he had hit it hard. After a moment of consideration, she couldn't help but ask.
Xie Jingrun glanced at her but didn't answer. "I'll go call Xiao Tao in."
"Wait a minute," Rong Qingqing called out to him.
"Um?"
Rong Qingqing awkwardly pointed to his clothes, "Should we change into something clean before going out?"
Xie Jingrun was taken aback. He looked down and saw a small, suspicious stain on his leg.
However, because his clothes were a dark color, it was impossible to tell what it was. Moreover, he had carried Rong Qingqing in, and her dress had hung down, covering that area.
He recalled the sudden warmth and wetness on his legs in the carriage, and his gaze deepened. "Hmm."
He raised his hand and took off his clothes.
Rong Qingqing went out to get him a clean robe, and also got her own, as well as the menstrual belt she needed.
Unexpectedly, when he came in, the other person was already sitting in the bathtub.
The misty steam blurred his face.
She put her things down and was about to leave when, with a "splash," he suddenly got up from the bathtub.
A casual glance sent a flush of heat through her face. She turned to leave, but Xie Jingrun, who had just emerged from the bath, grabbed her wrist and said with a half-smile, "Why are you running? Aren't you going to take a bath too?"
Rong Qingqing didn't know where to look, so she struggled with her wrist and said, "...I'll come in to wash later."
Xie Jingrun, his face still damp with moisture, leaned close to his ear and said, "So shy? Didn't you already see that?"
Rong Qingqing: "..."
She composed herself. Since the other person wasn't afraid of her looking at them, why should she be embarrassed?
Thinking this, she glanced at it, but still couldn't help feeling flustered. She quickly looked away and urged, "Now that you're done washing, hurry up and put on your clothes and go out."
Upon hearing this, Xie Jingrun placed a dry cloth in her hand.
"Wipe it."
Rong Qingqing held the cloth and looked at him with some hesitation.
Finally, she bit her lip and wiped the water droplets off his body, keeping her gaze fixed on him the whole time, not daring to look anywhere else.
Although the two are now practically husband and wife, she still feels somewhat uncomfortable and cannot be at ease with it.
After drying her body, she was about to turn around to get the clothes on the rack when she grabbed her wrist. A hint of mockery flashed in her deep eyes. "There's one spot you seem to have forgotten to wipe."
Rong Qingqing realized what he meant, her face flushed, and she stuffed the cloth in her hand into his hand, saying, "Wipe yourself."
Seeing the annoyance on her face, Xie Jingrun decided to stop while he was ahead and didn't press her any further. He took the clothes and put them on himself.
After she was dressed, he put his arm around her waist and asked, "It's my turn to serve you now."
Upon hearing this, Rong Qingqing's expression changed slightly. She quickly pressed down on his hand, which was about to untie her belt, and said urgently, "I don't need you. I can do it myself. You should leave now."
Hearing her coquettish tone, Xie Jingrun's heart fluttered. Ignoring her refusal, he pulled her hand away and tore off her belt.
Rong Qingqing: "..."
Taking advantage of her moment of distraction, Xie Jingrun lowered his head and kissed her lips.
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