His Adam's apple rolled subconsciously.
Jiang Jiang met his gaze and saw the undisguised plundering intent in his eyes. A smile appeared in his watery almond eyes. "No, Your Majesty seems to want it."
What are you thinking about?
The answer was obvious to both of them.
Fu Yao naturally wanted to, but he still had concerns. The Jiang family's affairs had not yet been resolved, and he couldn't just take her away like that. He closed his eyes, suppressed the desire that was surging in his heart, and reached out to take the dress that was ready to be put on.
She stared at his face directly and boldly, then suddenly reached out and gently massaged the acupuncture points on his forehead: "Does your head still hurt?"
Fu Yao shook his head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
She was like a good medicine to him. Once she got close to him, all the disasters seemed to leave him.
Of course Fu Yao knew that this was abnormal, and even suspected that she was the one who made the medicine for the Jiang family, but how could the love between the two be explained by reason?
He only wants her.
Even though it might be a trap, he still consciously fell into it.
She seemed to be aware of her special place in his heart and teased him, "I want Your Majesty to help me change my clothes."
Fu Yao let out a light sigh.
His slender fingertips grasped her delicate chin, his eyes narrowed slightly, with a hint of danger and warning: "Are you sure you want me to help you change clothes?"
He sneered again.
"Do you really think I'm some kind of gentleman?"
Jiang Jiang was not afraid at all. Instead, she raised her face to meet his gaze with a sly smile in her eyes: "Your Majesty, please hurry up, or I will catch a cold."
Fu Yao restrained his expression, looking more like an unkind emperor, but he untied her bathrobe amid her exclamations.
She was just putting on a piece of clothing, but Jiang Jiang felt that time had never passed so slowly. Every inch of her skin seemed to be caressed, but she maliciously ignored the place that needed comfort the most.
She angrily tried to kick his hand away, but was held in his palm again, and the scorching heat seemed to be contagious to her.
"Jiang Jiang, you're being a bit presumptuous."
His soft words lingered in my ears, just like his fingertips.
Jiang Jiang looked up and glared at him, not knowing who was pretending to be serious.
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After changing, Jiang Jiang looked at the wrinkled dress and said helplessly: "It's too shameful to wear it outside. It's a pity for the material."
This dress is made of the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau's new tribute silk, a very valuable and delicate silk. Once it has even a wrinkle, it will never be restored to its original state.
Jiang Jiang's fingertips gently stroked the wrinkled lotus pattern on the hem of the skirt, and the gold thread shimmered in the candlelight.
Even though the Jiang family was a famous and prestigious family in the capital, only the eldest daughter of the eldest house had a dress made of this material. Someone like her who was sent to the palace as a tool to win favor naturally had never worn it.
"I still have a few in my warehouse. I'll have someone deliver them to you later." Fu Yao wiped her fingers slowly with her handkerchief.
Jiang Jiang took a look and remembered what had just happened. He felt that this person must have done it on purpose.
"It's all your fault." Fu Yao placed her on a low couch covered with fox fur. "I'll have someone wring out that wrinkled horse to use as a hand towel for you one day."
Jiang Jiang chuckled: "What a waste of natural resources."
Fu Yao said nothing, put away her handkerchief, looked at the woman who was in the same room with him, and thought to himself that if he could make her smile, then it would be worth it and not a waste of talent.
Besides, she doesn't have to go out.
Will she hate herself?
Fu Yao didn't know, but he knew that he couldn't bear even the slightest possibility that she would leave him.
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