92 Chapter 92 (solved)
◎ “Why do you always like to do these things during the day…”◎
“…Forget it.” When the breaths were entangled, Wei Che suddenly sighed.
This girl's hands were for painting and were very precious. He only allowed her to touch him through her clothes, but he didn't dare to go any deeper.
"The person who came from Nanyi Kingdom to escort the princess to marry is indeed Nan Mingzhao." He let her go, restrained himself from kissing her lips again, just touched her neck, and then forced himself to get up.
Xu Qinghe blinked her watery eyes and watched him get out of bed and put on his outer robe, as if he was going out.
"Aren't you going to sleep?"
Wei Che gritted his teeth, looked down, then looked at the girl on the bed, and said with a smile: "How can I sleep like this?"
Xu Qinghe followed his gaze, but after just one glance, she quickly turned her head away, the blush on her face deepening.
"...I understand." She replied in a low voice.
After Wei Che lifted the curtain and left, Xu Qinghe hugged the quilt. Although she felt very sleepy, she couldn't fall asleep.
As soon as I closed my eyes, all I could think of was Wei Che.
Silent, unruly, undisciplined, angry.
Either he would save her from the sword of others, or he would come to her on the moon to ask for her hand in marriage, or he would cling tightly to her in the sticky air of the bed curtains.
She would be grateful to him for successfully taking her out of the palace, would secretly care about this man's whereabouts, and would also become spoiled and presumptuous because of his step-by-step concessions.
How come this person is so good?
It was so good that she forgot her current situation and it was as if she had returned to the past, being a pampered and carefree princess.
She wrapped herself in the quilt, leaving only her head open for air, and curled up into a ball.
There was a curve at the corner of his mouth that couldn't be suppressed no matter what, and at the same time, two villains fighting appeared in his mind.
One of them said to her shyly, "Look, Wei Che is such a nice guy, he likes you so much."
The other one said with a stern face: "What's so good about him? He's a playboy and has accomplished nothing. At his age, he hasn't made any achievements. How can he compare to Xie Qi, who became famous at a young age?"
Xu Qinghe suddenly knocked the stern-faced little man and said fiercely, "Don't mention Xie Qi at this time!"
The stern-faced little man stopped talking.
But Xu Qinghe calmed down again.
Wei Che is indeed not that good.
He would glare at her, get angry with her, argue with her loudly, and do some outrageous things that would annoy her at inappropriate times.
But compared to his good points, these bad points... don't seem that important.
The joy on her lips became increasingly difficult to conceal, and she began to involuntarily think of his good points again.
When Wei Che came back from the bathroom, his body was still covered in dampness. When he lifted the curtain, he saw that the girl had curled up into a ball again, clinging to the bed like a silkworm cocoon.
He suddenly remembered that she had curled up like this when she ate peanuts on their wedding night and had a high fever after they had a quarrel.
Could it be that he had just been fooling around and caused the girl to catch a cold again?
"Qinghe?" Wei Che's heart tightened, and he quickly got on the bed, pulled back the quilt, and reached out to touch her forehead.
But he saw that the girl had a red face, her originally fair cheeks were tinged with pink, her dark eyes were watery, and even reflected his stunned face.
His action was so sudden that the girl didn't even have time to retract the curve of her lips before she looked at him with a smile.
Wei Che's heart seemed to skip a beat. The restlessness he had just washed away with cold water suddenly came back again because of this look from this girl.
Damn it.
He closed his eyes tightly, put the quilt back and covered her head again.
After calming down for a few breaths, he finally opened his eyes, gritted his teeth, lifted the quilt and lay down, and hugged the girl in his arms without saying a word.
Xu Qinghe didn't refuse or struggle, but she felt annoyed because she had just seen her happy expression.
It's so embarrassing.
How did he see it?
How come this person doesn't make any sound when he walks!
The person in his arms was so obedient, but Wei Che stared at the ceiling of the tent for a long time and couldn't fall asleep. As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw the girl's watery eyes and swollen red lips.
I simply can’t think about it anymore.
Just thinking about it makes me feel really uncomfortable.
It’s true, it’s very uncomfortable.
"...When will your body be healed?"
He raised his hands to cover his eyes and sighed helplessly.
**
It is said that illness comes like a mountain falling and goes like a thread being pulled.
However, Xu Qinghe had always been strong since childhood, and Wei Che kept a close eye on him and made sure he took medicine at every meal, so the illness only lasted for three or five days.
But Wei Che was worried that she had not fully recovered and might get heatstroke again in the hottest days of summer, so he restrained her and did not let her go out.
Inside the bedroom, crushed ice was placed everywhere, but there was no longer any ignorant little maidservant fanning herself with her head down.
The girl who had just taken the medicine was carried onto the soft couch. Her body seemed to have melted into a pool of water. The bun she had tied up when she woke up in the morning was easily pushed aside. Her black hair piled up behind her head, making her small face look even whiter.
But now, this fair face is still covered with layers of pink.
Xu Qinghe leaned on the couch with her slender neck tilted back, her hands tightly clutching the cushion. The mist in her clear eyes grew thicker, and was about to turn into tears.
Wei Che saw it, leaned over and kissed her eyes, then complained with a smile: "You are not made of water, why are you crying again?"
Xu Qinghe wanted to glare at her, but her whole body was so weak that she didn't even have the strength to glare. She just glanced away coldly, but in Wei Che's eyes, it was more like a charming glance.
Why are you crying again?
Doesn’t this bastard know this!
The hand that she once praised as very beautiful now had a few knuckles extended out, doing embarrassing things in that private part.
Like a lost traveler who strayed into a narrow cave, he explored everywhere with great interest, trying to smooth out almost every wrinkle in the cave.
She had no choice but to bite her lips tightly and suppress those imaginative sounds in her throat.
"It took a lot of effort to heal it, stop biting it." Seeing the white teeth marks appearing on her lower lip again, Wei Che hurried over to rescue her.
Xu Qinghe quickly stopped him with his hands and eyes, and a light snort escaped his lips.
It was because this person's hand had instantly reached deep inside.
Wei Che quickly stretched out his arms to hold her, bringing the two of them closer together.
The girl in his arms tried to steady her breath and whispered softly, "Don't kiss me."
Wei Che loved the blush on the girl's eyes. He couldn't bear to see her cry before, but now in this situation, he felt that these tears really had a special charm.
He kissed the girl's palm and said with a smile, "It's not the first time."
Xu Qinghe pressed his lips together and pushed him back, "That won't do either. It's too dirty."
Wei Che pretended to be aggrieved: "You think I'm dirty, but I don't think I'm dirty at all."
"It's not me... um—"
I didn't finish my words.
This man threw her into the clouds with just his beautiful fingers.
She completely softened in his arms.
Wei Che had a happy smile on his face. Although he himself was fine, he was still happy to see this girl bloom because of him.
Grabbing a handkerchief to wipe his hands, Wei Che also got on the bed in his slippers and held the girl in his arms.
Her body was too soft, and she was breathing softly in his ear at this moment, which made him unable to resist touching her.
Xu Qinghe had no strength left, so she had to let him do whatever he wanted.
But this person still insisted on moving around while complaining: "When will you get better?"
Xu Qinghe held onto her clothes to prevent him from moving, and replied, "I should ask you this. When do you want me to be ready?"
It has been more than ten days since she fell ill, and no matter how severe the cold was, she should have recovered.
This man kept her away from going out, saying that he was afraid she would get a heat stroke, but in reality he wanted to take the opportunity to do those things with her!
Even though they weren't as thoroughly entangled as they were the first time, they did everything they should and shouldn't do. It was only now that she realized that there were so many things a couple could do...so many...
Just as I was thinking this, the dishonest hand on my body was about to reach into my clothes.
"Why...why do you always like to do this during the day..."
In the past, no one was allowed in their yard at night, but now no one is allowed to stay in their yard even during the day.
For several days, Xu Qinghe didn't have the courage to tell the maids to do anything, and Nanzhi was the one who conveyed the messages on his behalf.
If this continues, she won't even be able to face Nanzhi.
Wei Che lowered his head and held her in his mouth, but he said confidently, "It's time to go to bed at night. How dare I disturb the princess's sleep?"
Xu Qinghe had no choice but to raise her head and cover her sob with her hands.
"My lady, the princess and the prince are currently resting in the house. Please wait in the hall. I will be there to report."
While they were fooling around, they suddenly heard Nanzhi's deliberately raised voice in the yard.
Xu Qinghe's mind tensed up, and he quickly pushed Wei Che: "Get down quickly."
She absolutely cannot go out to entertain guests in her current state.
Wei Che glanced down and said, "I can't do it now either."
If there were a crack in the ground right now, Xu Qinghe could crawl into it immediately.
She tried hard to resist leaving a slap mark on the bastard's face, but she still pushed and kicked him off the couch, and called Nanzhi in to help her wash and change clothes.
**
Wei Fu waited in the side hall for a full quarter of an hour before her good brother walked in very casually.
He came in without greeting her, but sat down at the main seat, raised his eyelids slightly and looked over, saying softly, "Why are you here, big sister?"
The young man was wearing a scarlet brocade robe, which made his cold white skin look like white jade, but there was a faint layer of pink on his face.
Wei Fu took a look, lowered her head and took a sip of tea, hiding the emotions in her eyes.
Somehow, she seemed to hear some complaints in the tone.
"The princess has been ill for a long time and your injuries haven't healed yet. Mother asked me to bring you some more supplements."
After Wei Che was "injured", the wife of the Duke of Fuguo and Wei Fu often came to visit him. After Xu Qinghe fell ill, they also came a few times occasionally. They were always concerned about him and were very kind in general.
Wei Che felt a certain degree of guilt towards the wife of the Duke of Fuguo.
But facing Wei Fu, who had secretly attacked Xu Qinghe, he didn't really have a warm smile. He just replied calmly, "Thank you very much, big sister and mother. If there is nothing else, big sister, please go back. It's hot in the summer, don't get a heat stroke."
He ordered them to leave so ruthlessly.
Wei Fu gritted her teeth and forced a smile, saying, "Besides that, there's one more thing my mother asked me to convey."
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