Chapter 26: Beauty Trap 4 “Little Immortal Officer, you are so kind.”…
Zhu Lingye moved quickly. Before a quarter of an hour had passed, he was already shouting at the door, "Brother, the hot water is ready. Shall I bring it in for you?"
Su Li looked towards Zhu Song, who walked towards the door while replying, "No need."
Zhu Song brought his own water into the house. The steam was thick and it was comfortable to look at. Su Li looked at Zhu Song and asked worriedly, "Do you know what to do?"
Zhu Song wasn't that clueless, so he nodded. Su Li then warned him, "Be gentle." She then handed him a small white jar and said, "After washing, apply the medicine. Apply it inside and out."
Zhu Song listened to his words, and some inappropriate memories flashed through his mind. His face flushed red, and he reached out to take it. "Hmm"
Su Li looked at the tip of his ear which was gradually dyed red, and couldn't help rolling her eyes, "I'm talking about serious matters."
Zhu Song looked at him in surprise, "I know."
Why are you blushing? Su Li didn't say this in the end. She turned around and walked out.
Only Zhu Song and Wen Fengxuan were left in the room. Zhu Song looked at Wen Fengxuan and realized that his face was no better than Wen Fengxuan's. He took a long breath, prepared himself mentally, and then went over to undress Wen Fengxuan.
Zhu Song could not remember much about last night. The drug was too strong and his eyes were always blood red. He was only conscious when he was dressing Wen Fengxuan. Although the effect of the drug had worn off, it was still different from when he was completely sober and rational.
But now Wen Fengxuan is asleep, and although Zhu Song is embarrassed, it is still within the controllable range.
The delicate and smooth skin was of an alluring pink, without any defense, making people want to look but not dare to look. Zhu Song was steamed by the heat from Wen Fengxuan's body and felt warm all over. He kept breathing out and was fully prepared to pick up Wen Fengxuan.
Wen Fengxuan rested her neck softly on his shoulder, and Zhu Song held the back of his head.
"Little Immortal Officer, is that you?"
The sudden mumbling made Zhu Song tremble all over. He stammered, "No... yes, it was me."
Wen Fengxuan tilted his head on his shoulder and asked, "Did my mother ask you to come?"
The two of them were so close that Wen Fengxuan's lips brushed Zhu Song's chin as he spoke, making it tingle. Zhu Song didn't dare show it, forcing himself to endure it so hard that his voice trembled as he spoke. "Yeah. You have a fever. I'm going to give you a bath. Be good and don't move."
Wen Fengxuan responded obediently, "Yeah."
Zhu Song carried Wen Fengxuan into the bathtub. Ripples appeared on the water surface and his soft black hair spread out along the ripples. Zhu Song lowered his head and could see Wen Fengxuan's perky buttocks through the gaps in his hair.
Zhu Song bit the soft flesh on his cheek unconsciously. If he wanted to take a shower, should he tell Wen Fengxuan?
How do you say this?
Zhu Song's face was not only hot now, it was about to explode.
Wen Fengxuan seems to be confused now. I wonder if he still remembers what happened last night?
"Your Highness, do you remember what happened last night?"
Zhu Song held Wen Fengxuan's arm and hugged him, so the two of them were now in a position of hugging each other with their upper bodies. Zhu Song could not see Wen Fengxuan's face, but could only hear his voice.
"Don't you all sleep at night?"
"Who are you sleeping with?"
"Of course I sleep alone."
Oh no, I can’t remember.
Zhu Song was so anxious that sweat broke out on his face and he almost pushed Wen Fengxuan into the water. The moment his hand touched the water, he suddenly realized that no, no, he had misunderstood. This was a serious matter, not something messy.
“Huh~”
Zhu Song let out a long breath, and managed to calm himself down. "Your Highness, I'm going to give you a bath. Be good."
"Yeah." Wen Fengxuan nodded as he spoke, as if it was a very sincere promise.
Zhu Song reached down and pushed aside the floating hair on the water. Only then did Zhu Song see that Wen Fengxuan was actually kneeling. His eyes widened instantly. It was no wonder that he couldn't keep his balance. This was too exciting.
No, there will be something more exciting soon.
Zhu Song swallowed unconsciously, "Um...can you lift it up a little bit? It's not easy to wash like this."
Just as he finished speaking, he heard Wen Fengxuan's questioning voice next to his ear, "What do you mean by tilted a little?"
"Just..." This question stumped Zhu Song. It was too rude, so he pointed with his hand and said, "Here?"
"Hmm?" But it was obvious that Wen Fengxuan didn't understand his hint.
"Right here." Zhu Song could only press a little harder. The heavier the pressure, the fair skin turned pink, which mixed with the mottled marks next to it, making Zhu Song unable to take his eyes off it.
After waiting for a long time without receiving a response from Wen Fengxuan, Zhu Song didn't know what was wrong with him, so he asked again, "What's wrong?"
"It hurts." Wen Fengxuan lowered his head and buried it in Zhu Song's shoulder, with a hint of grievance in his tone.
Zhu Song blushed and said to him, "Because you are sick, I will clean you and apply medicine so that you won't feel any pain."
"good."
Finally making it clear, Zhu Song breathed a sigh of relief. "Then... can you lift it higher?"
"Um."
The water was surging faster, and Zhu Song stretched out his hand, but it was still not enough. "Can you, at a higher point?"
"Ugh, that hurts."
Wen Fengxuan's painful voice made Zhu Song's heart tighten. He subconsciously tilted his head to look at him, and happened to meet Wen Fengxuan's pitiful eyes, "Little Immortal Official, I'm in so much pain."
"That...is for curing an illness, can you please be patient?" Zhu Song frowned and spoke in a soft tone like coaxing a child.
Wen Fengxuan bit his lips, and his already swollen lips immediately started bleeding. Bright red blood oozed out, and Zhu Song was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "Don't bite."
"Don't go in anymore, little fairy official, it hurts." Wen Fengxuan's voice was filled with tears. His already hoarse voice coupled with such a tone made Zhu Song wish he could feel the pain for him.
"Your Highness, it will be fine soon, just bear with it."
"Will you give me a blowjob?"
Zhu Song glanced at the water out of the corner of his eye. He wanted to blow, but how?
"Hmm." When Zhu Song was undecided, Wen Fengxuan's handsome eyebrows were wrinkled together, his face was full of pain, and he started biting his lips again.
Song really had no choice but to lean over and kiss him. Wen Fengxuan widened his eyes slightly, but still tilted his head back to cooperate with Zhu Song. However, he had no strength and was about to fall into the water. Zhu Song could only drag him by the back of his head.
Zhu Song's hands didn't stop moving. Wen Fengxuan's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. A broken sob escaped from the corner of his mouth, "Um..."
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Song felt that he had washed enough and finally let Wen Fengxuan go. He felt like he was being steamed inside and out, but Wen Fengxuan blinked and asked him, "Why don't you continue?"
Zhu Song looked at Wen Fengxuan's confused eyes and felt helpless. How could he ask such a question with such innocent thoughts?
"I'm done."
Wen Fengxuan looked a little disappointed. "Will you wash me again in the future?"
"Yes... maybe." Zhu Song thought, if the poison is not detoxified, it will happen once a month, right?
Hearing his words, Wen Fengxuan's frown relaxed and he raised his lips slightly, "Little Immortal Official, you are so kind."
Facing Wen Fengxuan's pure gaze, Zhu Song felt ashamed to death, "I'll pick you up."
"Um."
There was a splashing sound, and Zhu Song carried the wet Wen Fengxuan to the bed, carefully wiping off the water on his body, and then said to him: "I need to apply medicine. You need to lie down. Can you turn over by yourself?"
Wen Fengxuan looked up at him and shook his head slightly. Zhu Song looked at his slightly aggrieved expression and reached out to touch his forehead, intimately and easily. He couldn't explain why he did this, but he did it.
Wen Fengxuan looked at him without moving. Zhu Song smiled at him and turned him over.
The injury was quite serious, red and swollen, and some parts were rubbed and scarred. Zhu Song felt guilty when he saw it.
Even though his movements were gentle enough, Wen Fengxuan still cried out in pain. Zhu Song then bent down and blew on him. The gentle wind blew over Wen Fengxuan and bounced back onto Zhu Song's face, feeling hot.
After finally applying the medicine, Zhu Song stood up and found that Wen Fengxuan had fallen asleep again. His soft long hair hung on his cheek, wet, which made Zhu Song's heart soften like a ball of cotton.
Zhu Song reached out and gently lifted his hair, revealing his smooth and handsome face. Zhu Song's fingertips gently stroked his face, which was smooth and tender, and felt very good.
Zhu Song took a handkerchief to wipe his hair, but his eyes were always on Wen Fengxuan's face. He just looked at him like that, thinking nothing, but his heart was extremely calm.
It was a long time before he realized that his hair had dried. Zhu Song withdrew his gaze, put the handkerchief on his shoulder, opened the door, and looked at Zhu Lingye who was sitting in the corridor. "Where is Su Li?"
Zhu Lingye stood up and replied honestly, "He said you were just like a brat. He was too hard to wait for so he went to make medicine."
Zhu Song did not refute, so Zhu Lingye asked again: "Brother, what's wrong with the prince?"
Zhu Song replied: "Fever."
Zhu Lingye didn't understand, "You're taking a shower when you have a fever?"
Zhu Song didn't want to think about this at all now. "I already told you not to ask anymore. Go check if Su Li's medicine is ready."
"Oh." Zhu Lingye turned and left. Zhu Song returned to the house and changed the dirty bedding on the bed. He picked up his official uniform, which still had the scent of Wen Fengxuan on it, warm and fragrant.
Zhu Song pinched the official uniform and rubbed it, as if he was pinching Wen Fengxuan's skin.
"elder brother."
Zhu Lingye's voice pulled Zhu Song back to his senses. He went to open the door, and Zhu Lingye said to him, "Su Li said the medicine will take a while to take effect, so she asked you to stop bothering the prince and go back to doing what you need to do."
Zhu Song walked out of the house and closed the door quietly. Zhu Lingye asked curiously, "Brother, why did Su Li say that you were tormenting the prince?"
"have no idea."
Zhu Lingye naturally believed Zhu Song and started to complain about Su Li, "He has such a bad temper. If you don't know him, you'd think he's the prince's confidant because of his arrogant look."
Zhu Song didn't take his words to heart. Seeing that Zhu Song didn't respond, Zhu Lingye stopped talking after a few words and changed the subject, "Brother, I just passed by Song Shunran's room and heard Duan Zhenghong arguing with him."
When I said this blessing, I became interested. "What are you arguing about?"
"It seems that Duan Zhenghong asked Song Shunran for something, but Song Shunran refused to give it to him."
Zhu Song turned his head to look at Zhu Lingye, motioning him to continue, but Zhu Lingye shrugged and said, "Song Shunran's room is guarded like an iron barrel. I'm lucky I can hear a few words."
Zhu Song mercilessly exposed him, "That's because they are so loud."
"That's fine." Zhu Lingye didn't care about it. What he cared about was, "Could they be arguing about disaster relief funds?"
Zhu Song looked at him seriously. Although he didn't say anything, his meaning was very clear.
"Fuck." Zhu Lingye was shocked. "This is also..."
Zhu Song ignored him and walked towards the prison.
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