Chapter 37 Chapter 37 "Brother."
The girl's porcelain-white cheeks were slightly reddened by the hot steam from the bathtub. Her black hair hung down softly, resting in front of her neck, covering some of her fair skin.
She was very close to him, oblivious to the gloomy air, and continued to rehearse his words, as if she was dutifully playing the role of a female ghost, and whispered softly:
"Why aren't you talking, sir?"
Zhang Jingxuan held her wrist, but he was too strong, making her feel uncomfortable. She smiled and said,
"Let go of my hand first, okay?"
Zhang Jingxuan slowly let go of her hand, with a warning in his eyes.
Xue Yuanyin retracted her wrist and took a glance. Her slender wrist had turned red from being gripped by him, leaving a red mark on her fair skin.
Tsk, he really is willing to use force.
Xue Yuanyin didn't dare touch his face again, but that didn't mean she didn't dare do anything else. She had ulterior motives for dressing up like this. She was going to Xiaocang Valley soon, and after figuring out what was going on in Xiaocang Valley, they would both return to Beijing. She didn't know how many opportunities she would have to be alone with him.
She had to do something to him, or make him do something for her.
Xue Yuanyin bent down and whispered in his ear. Zhang Jingxuan frowned and immediately tried to move away. However, before he could do so, she whispered a soft and teasing word:
"What are you doing with your hand there, sir?"
She glanced at his pants, with a cunning look in her eyes, and said:
"Why don't you dare let me see it?"
Zhang Jingxuan's eyes darkened slightly, he took his hand away and said calmly:
"Why not?"
Just now, when she looked up at him, he was indeed a little moved, but for a moment he had restrained himself and put his mind at ease, so there was nothing he dared not let her see.
Xue Yuanyin thought to herself what a pity, now that she had missed the chance, it would be difficult to control him again.
She sat down obediently beside him, returned to the play, continued with the original plot, and added charm to the scholar.
Zhang Jingxuan was quite cooperative with the plot, but his attitude was much colder. It seemed that he was only helping her complete the rehearsal and would drive her away after this part of the plot.
Xue Yuanyin put down his pen and hissed softly.
Zhang Jingxuan glanced over with a questioning look.
She smoothed her slightly damp hair, hugged her snow-white undergarment tightly, and said with her head down, "I'm so cold."
Zhang Jingxuan glanced at his almost transparent inner garment and said coldly:
"You haven't said anything for so long since you came into the house. I thought you weren't afraid of the cold."
Xue Yuanyin curled her lips and said, "I'm wrong, isn't it? Bring me the clothes and we'll finish this scene."
Zhang Jingxuan looked at her for a few times, but in the end said nothing and stood up to get his outer robe.
Just as he turned around, Xue Yuanyin suddenly stood up and followed him. Before she could figure out how to knock this person down, he reacted quickly and turned around to twist her wrist.
She ducked down and tripped him, and before he could steady himself, she reached out quickly and pushed him, causing him to stagger back a few steps and sit on the edge of the bed.
Zhang Jingxuan frowned, his face turned cold, and he spoke as if he was about to get angry:
"Xue Yuanyin! I'm warning you, don't..."
Xue Yuanyin suddenly squatted down, grabbed his ankles with both hands, raised her head, looked at him and said:
"If you're mean to me again, I'll pull your pants down."
Zhang Jingxuan frowned tightly.
Because it was night, he had already washed and bathed, and was casual in his room, not wearing a waist belt. If she used force, it was hard to say whether she could pull it off.
He said coldly: "What do you want to do?"
Xue Yuanyin glanced up at the young man who was waving and said with a smile:
"Zhang Jingxuan, you're so dishonest. You obviously like me like this."
Her words seemed a little naive, her black hair scattered on her cheeks, making her face look plain, but her lips were red and rosy, showing a brightness that was rarely seen in ordinary times, like a female ghost who had just fallen in love, making people feel itchy.
If a female ghost wants to eat people, she will not miss this rare opportunity. She will first grab the ankle, then slowly move upwards, facing the prey's indifferent and calm gaze, covering the edge of the thigh and shin, rubbing it gently, watching her prey reveal a moment of dark desire under her claws.
The female ghost stared closely at her prey's expression, not missing a single change in its expression. Hearing this, she smiled.
"So you like this, I finally discovered it."
She obediently tilted up her fair face, which was slightly flushed after bathing, and smiled smugly at him with the corners of her lips slightly curved.
Zhang Jingxuan felt the force slowly moving on his muscles, his eyes suddenly darkened, he silently recited the Calming Heart Technique, restrained himself again and again, and finally clenched his fists, gently raised his head, and the prominent Adam's apple on his beautiful neck moved slightly.
He suddenly grabbed her hand on his leg. The veins on her arm hidden under her sleeves bulged out, entwining and intertwining, revealing something that was self-evident.
He lowered his eyes and looked at her deeply.
Xue Yuanyin was distracted for a moment, wondering, is Zhang Jingxuan still calm?
I'm afraid he's not calm anymore. If he was calm, why would he hold her so tightly, almost crushing her bones?
The girl's black hair was still slightly wet, with water droplets dripping down onto her translucent white inner garment.
Among them, the bright spring flowers were faintly visible, almost dazzling in his calm and restrained gaze.
The muscles between Zhang Jingxuan's legs tensed slightly. He hastily turned his head away and slowly closed his eyes. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said coldly and firmly:
"stand up."
He pointed at the door, suppressed the muteness in his throat, and said very calmly: "Now, immediately, get out."
Xue Yuanyin frowned unwillingly and was reluctant to go out. She was clearly about to catch her prey.
She was a little puzzled. His palm was half bent there to block her. She hadn't seen his condition clearly, but she felt that he was a little moved from the sound, and wanted to continue.
Just looking at Zhang Jingxuan's appearance, she was afraid that her idea would not work.
Zhang Jingxuan suddenly stood up, grabbed Xue Yuanyin and forced her out of the door.
She staggered a little due to the shoving, and after she stood up, she looked at him and saw him standing quietly behind the door, with half of his face exposed in the dark shadows, and he looked very cold.
Zhang Jingxuan turned sideways and said to her:
"Push me to the bed. My back is hurt. Please get out. I need to apply medicine."
Xue Yuanyin cried out in confusion. She clearly didn't use any force, so how could she have pushed him and hurt him?
But the wooden bed was indeed sturdy, so it was understandable that his back was bruised.
She felt guilty and wanted to offer to help him, but then she thought he would definitely not want to, so she touched her nose and said:
"Sorry, I miscalculated. Please apply the medicine. I'll wait outside the door until you're done."
Zhang Jingxuan glanced at her and said calmly, "It's up to you."
After saying that, he closed the door.
Xue Yuanyin thought that it was she who caused his injury. It seemed not good to just leave like that, so she stood at the door and waited, coughing lightly and saying:
"Do you want me to help you?"
There was a faint rustling sound behind the wooden door, as if he was taking off his clothes and preparing to apply medicine.
After a few seconds, he could hear his soft exhalation from behind the door, which seemed a little hoarse. He said:
"I can do it myself."
Xue Yuanyin frowned with some worry:
"Why do I hear you gasping for breath? Are you seriously injured?"
After a while, his voice came from behind the door. It was very hoarse, as if he was enduring pain. He said:
"It's not serious, but it hurts a little. I need you to stay with me for a few words."
Xue Yuanyin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and said:
"You're injured and in pain. What can I...say to help you feel better?"
Behind the wooden door, Zhang Jingxuan slowly exhaled, lowered his head, and looked at the young master's slightly red eyes.
He was ugly and dumb, and he stayed indoors all year round, so no one had ever seen his appearance. But now, after she left, he was still looking at her with a ferocious face, full of energy, as if he was very loyal to the girl outside the door.
He looked up with a ferocious look on his face and a shameless look, as if begging her to let him keep her.
I repeatedly told the young master to be patient for a while, but he was disobedient and too naughty. Tonight he finally couldn't give up his playful nature and came back again.
Zhang Jingxuan didn't like him doing this. He wagged his tail at his owner like a pet, begging for her love.
It made him angry, even annoyed, but there was nothing he could do.
Zhang Jingxuan wanted to teach him a lesson, even though he didn't know where he was wrong.
So he struck him hard, punishing him mechanically, as if to vent his anger.
The young master's body trembled slightly as he admitted his mistake to him, looking so pitiful.
Forget it… he thought.
Zhang Jingxuan helped the young master take off his clothes, piling them up on the ground. He looked at the purple marks on his face from the punishment and closed his eyes.
He called out, "Xue Yuanyin..."
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Xue Yuanyin hadn't heard any movement from inside the door for a long time. She didn't know how serious Zhang Jingxuan's injury was and was about to ask.
Suddenly she heard him calling her, and she turned toward the door and asked:
"What's wrong? Do you need me to get you some medicine?"
Zhang Jingxuan was probably seriously injured, and a muffled voice came out:
"No need. Just talk to me."
Xue Yuanyin's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she said, "Say...what?"
Through the wooden door, she had no idea what condition the young man was in. He was enduring the bruises on his body. Even though he tried his best to restrain himself, his voice was still slightly hoarse.
She heard him say, "Whatever, anything is fine. What did you call me before?"
Xue Yuanyin said hesitantly, "Zhang Jingxuan?"
He was probably applying medicine. After a while, he continued from the other side of the wooden door:
"What else?"
Xue Yuanyin swallowed and whispered, "Zhang... Qu?"
"Hmm." The voice from behind the wooden door was a little vague, very low, and a little intermittent. "Anything else?"
Xue Yuanyin pursed her lips, feeling a bit ashamed to call him that, but the young man inside the door asked again in a calm and slightly hoarse voice.
She made up her mind and said with a trembling voice, "Brother."
From the inside of the wooden door, a very low muffled hum was heard.
Zhang Jingxuan lowered his eyes to take a look, and accidentally smeared the white plaster on the young master's back on the ground, staining the messy corner of his robe.
He pulled the corner of his lips expressionlessly: "How careless."
After saying this, he helped the young master dress, bent down, carefully wiped the ointment with a handkerchief, and threw it away.
…
Xue Yuanyin finally asked about Zhang Jingxuan's injuries, but he didn't even look at her. He only opened the door after a long time and told her that it had been taken care of.
She was a little puzzled. She smelled the strong smell of medicine coming from the room. She glanced at him up and down and said suspiciously:
"The room smells so strongly of medicine, are you seriously injured? You don't look injured in your condition."
Xue Yuanyin saw that his white jade fingertips were still dripping with water, and she couldn't help but curl her lips:
"You need to wash your hands after applying medicine? You're so particular."
"Yeah." Zhang Jingxuan said calmly, "The ointment was smudged."
The play was not right, but Xue Yuanyin had found some tricks. She wanted to go back into the house to discuss it with him, but he was standing by the door, refusing her entry.
"It's getting late, you should rest."
Xue Yuanyin sighed and said, "But it was just the hour of Xu when I arrived."
Zhang Jingxuan glanced at the clepsydra and said calmly, "It's already midnight."
"So soon?"
She said regretfully, "Okay, I'll come discuss this with you tomorrow."
Zhang Jingxuan didn't answer, as if he didn't welcome her to come tomorrow, but before he could say anything, she left before he could refuse.
He stared at her back for a moment, his eyes darkening for a moment.
After she entered the room, he turned and closed the door.
Inside the wooden door, by his feet, stood a dustbin. Inside was the handkerchief he had just discarded without having time to deal with it.
…
Xue Yuanyin returned to the house. Her slightly damp hair had dried, but her hands and feet were still cold.
Worried about catching a cold, she put on an extra layer of clothing and soaked her hands and feet in hot water. She only breathed a sigh of relief when her whole body was warm.
Zhang Jingxuan was really careless tonight. The autumn wind was cold, and such a gentleman actually forgot to add more clothes for her.
Glancing at the carrot on the table again, Xue Yuanyin walked over thoughtfully, picked it up and took a look.
After a long moment, she sighed softly and flicked it with her fingertips.
The weather is getting cooler, so let Granny Chen cook some red radish tomorrow.
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