"We have some snacks at home, how could I let myself starve?" Yu Jiao asked someone to bring in a basin of hot water so that Yu Qizhe could wash his hands.
Yu Qizhe went to the inner room to change his clothes. When he came out and washed his hands, the maids had already prepared the meal.
During the meal, Yu Qizhe asked her, "What did you do in the afternoon?"
Yu Jiao said truthfully: "I read some medical books."
Yu Qizhe paused for a moment while holding his chopsticks, and said to her, "I wanted to accompany you, but some urgent business happened at the Dali Temple..."
Yu Jiao didn't wait for him to finish and said, "I don't need to worry about that. You can do your thing. I'm not alone at home. Jianjia and the others are with me."
Yu Qizhe served her a bowl of pigeon soup, looking a little melancholy: "In the future... I'm afraid it will be like this often. If you feel bored at home alone, why don't I write a letter and ask my sister and brother-in-law to bring the children to Beijing to live for a while." The Jinyiwei has already found out the whereabouts of Zhou Li, and they will bring him to justice soon. But then there was a news that Ji Wudao was smuggling arms to the Tatars. That's why Emperor Mingzheng was eager to summon him to the palace today. In the next period of time, he is afraid that he will not have the time to stay at home with Yu Jiao.
Yu Jiao hurriedly shook her head, "No need. Sister Fuling just gave birth to a child, so she should stay at home and take good care of herself. The clinic will be opening soon, and I won't stay at home all day. You just focus on your own things." Although she missed Yu Fuling a little, she couldn't ask her family to come all the way to Beijing just because she was bored.
Yu Qizhe responded with a silent smile. Now that his wish had come true and Yu Jiao had finally become his wife, he just wanted to stay with her every day so that he could see her whenever he raised his eyes. He really didn't want to go back to the Dali Temple to work.
After dinner, Jianjia helped Yu Jiao to take a bath and wash up. Yu Jiao's hair was wet and scattered behind her, so she leaned back on the soft couch and Jianjia wiped her with a dry towel.
Warm yellow candlelight sprinkled in the room. Yu Jiao flipped through a medical book for a while, listening to the sound of water splashing in the bathroom. Her trimmed and rounded nails left marks on the book. Thinking of what happened last night, her heart tightened a little.
After staring at the candlelight for a while, Yu Jiao heard footsteps behind her and suddenly realized that the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped.
She looked up and saw Yu Qizhe walking towards her in a plain white inner garment. Jianjia had gone out at some point. He stood behind Yu Jiao with a dry towel in his hand, taking over Jianjia's job and continuing to help her wipe her black hair.
Yu Jiao touched the hair hanging on her chest and found it was half dry, so she said, "No need to wipe it."
"If you don't wipe it dry, you'll have a headache when you wake up tomorrow." Yu Qizhe's voice was low and his movements were gentle. His tall and slender figure loomed over Yu Jiao, almost covering her entire body in his shadow.
Yu Jiao felt his warm fingers running through her hair, fiddling with it. Her scalp couldn't help but feel numb and itchy. She tried to hide, but Yu Qizhe stretched out his hand and pressed it on her shoulder. He leaned over and asked with a smile, "Why are you hiding?"
Yu Jiao bit her lip and said nothing.
The warm fingertips rubbed her earlobes along her hair. Yu Jiao's pretty face suddenly became hot and she turned away: "I'll wipe it myself."
Yu Qizhe flicked her earlobe, pinched her thin shoulder bone with his big hand, and said a little forcefully: "No, I am your husband. If you don't let me help you with your hair, who else do you want to find?"
Yu Jiao found it a little funny. She inexplicably heard some stubbornness from this man's words.
"Then don't tease me."
Yu Qizhe hummed and really stopped teasing her. He carefully helped her dry her long hair, threw the dry towel aside, bent down and picked her up from the couch.
Yu Jiao was startled and subconsciously raised her hands to hug his neck.
Yu Qizhe smiled and whispered, "Rest."
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