When Yu Jiao heard Yu Qizhe asking the servants outside for hot water, the heat spread across her face again. Jianjia and Bailu were waiting outside. She wondered if they would think too much and think that she and Yu Qizhe had sex.
When Yu Qizhe helped her clean the marks on her body, Yu Jiao's hands and feet were still weak and she had no strength at all. She could only close her eyes and pretend to be calm. After making such a fuss for such a long time, and not sleeping for half the night, she was really sleepy and tired. She closed her eyes and fell asleep unknowingly.
When Yu Qizhe was wiping her body, he saw the red marks on her snow-white skin, especially the purple mark on her waist. A trace of pity and regret flashed in his eyes. He had gone too far just now. He knew that she was still young and couldn't bear it, but he still lost his mind.
But as long as he lay in the same bed with her, Yu Qizhe knew that it would be difficult for him to hold back.
Looking up, he saw that Yu Jiao had fallen asleep. Yu Qizhe couldn't help but slow down his movements, thinking that she was tired. Yu Qizhe had also heard about what happened in the palace last night.
Yu Qizhe bent down and took Yu Jiao out of the bathtub. After wiping the water marks on her body with a towel, he carried her back to the bed.
Seeing that Yu Jiao was sleeping soundly, Yu Qizhe got out of bed quietly, took out a box of scar-removing and bruise-dissolving ointment from the dressing table, and carefully wiped off the marks left on Yu Jiao's body one by one.
When the massage reached the base of her legs, Yu Jiao, who was sleeping, might have felt a stinging pain. Her face wrinkled slightly and she struggled unconsciously.
Yu Qizhe was reluctant to use too much force and held her down.
Her skin was delicate, especially the red, swollen and broken skin between her legs. If she didn't apply the medicine, she would feel pain when she walked tomorrow. Yu Qizhe felt distressed and thought he was a little reckless tonight. He dipped some ointment with his fingertips and applied it carefully. He lowered his head and restrainedly pecked her ankle lightly, covered Yu Jiao with a blanket, and then got up to go to the bathroom.
Although he had already showered when he was washing Yu Jiao, he felt hot again after applying the medicine to Yu Jiao. He took a shower with cold water in the bathroom before he calmed down.
Yu Qizhe turned off the lights and returned to the bed. He lay on his side and looked at Yu Jiao's sleeping face quietly for a long time without feeling sleepy. Perhaps he finally got what he wanted and coaxed her to his side. He was so happy that it seemed unreal, and he even felt a little anxious.
In the dim light, Yu Qizhe couldn't help himself and reached out to hold the person in his arms.
Only when holding her like this, with their skin touching, did Yu Qizhe feel at ease.
He closed his eyes, but in his mind was the scene of Yu Jiao sitting obediently in the room, with her veil lifted by the wedding scale in his hand. His face was reflected in her dark, round, clear almond-shaped eyes.
She was finally married into the family as a legitimate wife.
There was no one in the world who could be closer to them than they were, no one could take her away from him, and no one would always distract her attention.
The night was dark, filled with the scent of autumn, and the wind was damp and chilly.
In the dark prison of Nianqu Tower, it was abnormally bright as day tonight. Cheng Ying sat on the armchair, staring at Zhang Daoling in the iron prison with her almond-shaped eyes, and her sinister and evil face was particularly gloomy.
Zhang Daoling stood still as a mountain. Although his hands were tied with iron chains, it did not affect his meditation.
But he was as dirty as a beggar, with disheveled white hair stuck to his beard, and he looked like a savage who ate raw meat and drank blood. He did not have any of the Taoist spirit.
"Don't you want to know who is the one who robbed you tonight?" Maybe because she was in a bad mood after leaving Yu's house, Cheng Ying was particularly impatient tonight. She was not as well-mannered as usual, and she could not even smile when she was about to kill someone.
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