Sang Liwan couldn't believe his ears.
She stood there in a daze for a long time, until Jun Moyi and others became a little impatient.
Jun Moyi sat in a wheelchair, looking a little lonely.
"Wanwan, you're not willing to help me with such a small favor?"
Sang Liwan's mouth twitched. How could this person talk about taking a bath as if it were just eating or drinking water?
"Is your definition of 'a small favor' different from mine, Your Highness?"
Then, she saw Jun Moyi looking at her with a puzzled expression, "But Wanwan is my princess, so she's much closer to me than Liushang Yelan and the others, right?"
【That’s true.】
Sang Liwan nodded secretly in his heart.
"But are there any geese coming back to them?"
Jun Moyi's face darkened.
Yan Hui, who had been doing his job and working diligently in the dark, slipped when he heard these words and prayed silently in his heart.
"Princess, I have always respected you. Please don't harm me."
After hearing Sang Liwan's words, Jun Moyi snorted, "What can those big men with rough hands and feet do?"
This was a bit interesting. Sang Liwan turned around dimly and stared at Jun Moyi for a long time, until he felt a little uncomfortable. Then she asked in confusion, "How has the prince bathed all these years?"
As soon as these words came out, not only Jun Moyi, but even Yan Hui thought about it.
How did the prince bathe in the past?
Yan Hui felt that he seemed to have no memory of this incident in his mind.
Could it be that the prince has never bathed in the past twenty years?
As soon as this thought came out, he interrupted it with a "Pooh, Pooh, Pooh". He felt that he was completely crazy for having such a thought.
Yan Hui was stunned for a long time before he realized that he had no memory of this incident. That was because in the past, when Jun Moyi took a bath, people like them had to avoid him.
In other words, in the past, when Jun Moyi took a bath, he did not need anyone to serve him, whether it was a maid or a secret guard.
Sang Liwan was not a fool. She just turned Jun Moyi's words over in her mind and figured it out.
[I didn't expect Jun Moyi to be so self-disciplined.]
Jun Moyi's mouth twitched. Is there anyone who uses "this guy" to describe her husband?
It's getting more and more outrageous.
…
Sang Liwan sat on the couch, holding a round fan in her hand, trying to brush away the heat on her face.
But before she could calm down, she heard the sound of dripping water coming from behind the layers of gauze.
Sang Liwan raised his head hard, fearing that he would bleed from his nose if he continued to daydream.
That would be extremely embarrassing.
[Sang Liwan, are you someone who thinks with your lower body? You're such a loser!]
Sang Liwan secretly gave herself a hint in her heart, but just when she finally calmed her breathing, she heard Jun Moyi's lazy voice: "Wanwan come here."
Sang Liwan shuddered all over and subconsciously turned his head towards the direction of the voice, and saw Jun Moyi's looming figure behind the gauze curtain, looking even more sexy in the misty water vapor.
After just one glance, Sang Liwan quickly retracted his gaze, not daring to look again. He even took the Buddhist beads that Jun Moyi had casually placed aside and fiddled with them a few times, silently chanting in his heart: [Form is emptiness, emptiness is form]
Jun Moyi heard the movement coming from her heart, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and he deliberately urged, "Wanwan, did you hear it?"
Sang Liwan chanted two Buddhist mantras, but the more he chanted, the more confused he became. A thin layer of sweat even appeared on his forehead. When he heard Jun Moyi's voice at this time, he was really furious.
"What?"
"Come and help?" Jun Moyi's voice sounded a little embarrassed.
Hearing this, Sang Liwan temporarily put away the strange thoughts in her mind. She even felt that she was not a human being.
The person just wanted her to do him a favor, but she was greedy for his body.
Thinking of this, Sang Liwan reached out and patted his face twice, then took a deep breath, stood up and walked towards the bathtub.
Beyond the gauze curtain, Jun Moyi's figure became clearer and clearer in the misty water vapor.
Jun Moyi leaned against the edge of the bathtub with his back to Sang Liwan. All Sang Liwan saw was a large expanse of white, which even dazzled her eyes.
【Why would a grown man be so white? 】
Sang Liwan didn't say that she was jealous.
She found that although Jun Moyi was thin, his muscles were very smooth. His black hair cascaded down the wall of the pool and finally scattered in the water like a blooming black lotus.
Perhaps he heard footsteps, Jun Moyi turned his head, the hair accessories on his forehead were wet and stuck to his temples, and crystal clear water droplets slid across his neck along the outline of his handsome face.
Seeing this scene, Sang Liwan couldn't help swallowing his saliva.
[Oh my god, is this God's test for me?]
[I'm not a promising person. My character and determination are very limited.]
Her mind was in a mess, but her voice was very indifferent, "What do you want me to do?"
Jun Moyi raised the corner of his lip almost imperceptibly, "Wanwan, I can't reach here, can you help me?"
He swept the handkerchief in his hand across his back, then looked at Sang Liwan seriously, as if he really just wanted to ask her for help.
Hearing his words, Sang Liwan licked her dry lips and said in a hoarse voice, "You want me to help you wipe your back?"
Jun Moyi showed a bit of embarrassment on his face. He nodded first, then hesitated and looked at her with a pair of innocent eyes. "Will it be too much trouble for you?"
Sang Liwan clenched her fingers, and through the layers of mist, Jun Moyi's eyes appeared wet. In addition, he deliberately pretended to be good, which made Sang Liwan feel that if she really rejected him, tears would probably flow out of those peach blossom eyes in the next moment.
I wonder what he looks like when he cries.
Realizing what she was thinking, the expression on Jun Moyi's face suddenly became unpredictable.
He didn't expect that his princess had such big ambitions and even wanted to make him cry. He wanted to see if she had the ability to do so.
The two people looked at each other with their own thoughts.
Although Sang Liwan knew that Jun Moyi was pretending, just like when she first met him, she found that she couldn't refuse.
In the end, in this confrontation, it was Sang Liwan who was the first to be defeated.
She pursed her lips, lowered her head and walked over to take the handkerchief from Jun Moyi's hand, trying her best to keep her eyes straight.
Jun Moyi looked at the trembling hand reaching towards him with a smile in his eyes, until his eyes fell on the familiar Buddhist beads on the snow-white wrist.
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