At night, after the two returned to their room, Jun Moyi gave instructions to Qingshui.
"Just take my things to the couch."
After spending some time together, Qingshui was no longer as afraid of Jun Moyi as before. After hearing his words, she was stunned for a moment, and then wondered in her heart, did the prince make the princess angry? That's why the princess sent him to sleep on the soft couch.
But it doesn't look like it.
However, the master would certainly not let them, the servants, know too much about his thoughts.
Qingshui nodded and was about to help Jun Moyi tidy up the couch, but Sang Liwan, who was sitting in front of the dressing table and preparing to remove her makeup, suddenly spoke.
She bit her lip, turned sideways and paused to look at Jun Moyi, who was sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea because he was waiting for Qingshui.
"Forget it, there's no need to tidy up the couch. Qingshui, you can go out first."
Qingshui was stunned when he heard this, and even Jun Moyi's arm holding the teacup paused. Then, the expression on Jun Moyi's face became a little subtle.
Qingshui showed an expression of "I understand" and did not linger at all. When he walked out and closed the door, he couldn't help but chuckled twice.
Sure enough, after hearing that laughter, Jun Moyi's eyes became even darker.
When Qingshui's footsteps faded away and disappeared completely, Sang Liwan felt a little uncomfortable in the atmosphere of the room. She stroked her sleeves and looked at Jun Moyi who had been staring at her. She said fiercely, "Why are you looking at me?"
Jun Moyi ignored her waving claws.
After all, in his opinion, the princess's little claws were not much sharper than those of a newborn kitten.
It was obvious that someone could easily grab it by the scruff of the neck and carry it away, but it still waved its claws around fiercely, looking very ferocious.
He clenched a fist against his lips and chuckled, "If you let Qingshui go, who will help you take off those hairpins on your head?"
Sang Liwan's face froze.
She was just feeling embarrassed, so she didn't want Qingshui to stay here any longer, but now that they had really left, she began to worry about the ding-dongs on this side.
The hair accessories of this Liguo woman are really complicated, especially for a woman like her who married a nobleman.
Even though she had repeatedly asked Qingshui to make her a simple one, no matter how simple it was, there were still regulations.
Sang Liwan casually pulled off the rose gold hairpin on her head, but because she used too much force, it hurt her scalp, causing her to gasp.
Jun Moyi couldn't bear to watch it, and seeing that she was about to do something to her hair, he quickly stopped her, "Forget it, let me help you."
"You?" Sang Liwan raised his voice, obviously not believing it, and his face was full of suspicion.
Jun Moyi wanted to lend a helping hand, but was stung by the other party's gaze. He snorted and laughed, "What's that look in your eyes?"
He turned his wheelchair and came behind Sang Liwan.
"I just feel sorry for your dead black hair." As he spoke, he took out a few hairs from the hairpin, which were obviously pulled off by Sang Liwan with great force just now.
Sang Liwan, who always prided herself on her nimbleness, never imagined that one day she would suffer a Waterloo defeat over this ancient hairstyle. Her cheeks flushed, but she remained stubborn, "It was an accident."
"Okay, it was an accident." Jun Moyi's voice was very indulgent.
He helped Sang Liwan turn around and sit facing the bronze mirror. He looked at Sang Liwan's delicate and beautiful face in the bronze mirror, tilted his head slightly, and said in her ear: "I am here to serve the princess."
A tingling sensation instantly spread from Sang Liwan's ears to her whole body, and then the places where Jun Moyi's breath touched her began to feel hot, and it felt like a fire was burning fiercely in her heart.
What is he doing, flirting with me?
Sang Liwan was filled with shock and confusion. She looked up inadvertently and happened to meet Jun Moyi's eyes, which were as deep as Chen Tan, in the bronze mirror. She quickly looked away, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath.
[Damn it, why can't I get tired of looking at this man's face? We've been seeing him day and night for several months now.]
Jun Moyi's fingers were very soft and extremely flexible. They shuttled through Sang Liwan's hair without making her feel any discomfort at all.
Through the bronze mirror, Sang Liwan watched Jun Moyi's fingers moving through her black hair, the black and white intertwining, making her heart a little confused.
Her voice was light, "I didn't expect the prince to be so familiar with women's hairstyles."
But what I was thinking was, [I didn't expect the prince's fingers to be so flexible. If this were to happen...]
Sang Liwan's thoughts came to an abrupt halt. After all, if he came up with the rest, it might not pass the review.
Jun Moyi's eyes darkened, and he couldn't control the strength of his hands for a moment, and then he heard Sang Liwan gasp.
"Your Majesty."
She covered her scalp, turned her head, and looked at Jun Moyi with an accusing look on his face.
"Why can't the prince help but praise me?"
Jun Moyi quickly lowered his eyebrows, fearing that the dark color in his eyes would scare her, "I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention for a moment."
Sang Liwan didn't say much, but turned back and said softly, "Be gentle, it hurts."
Her voice was very soft and tender, and her tone sounded like both a complaint and a coquettishness, causing Jun Moyi's heart to tremble violently.
He gritted his teeth tightly and clenched his fists so tightly that even his knuckles turned slightly white.
"I understand." Sure enough, when he started again, Jun Moyi's movements were lighter, and he was as cautious as if he was holding a precious treasure.
He held his breath, but still felt a faint fragrance constantly hitting his nostrils, causing waves of itching in his chest.
By the time he let all her hair down, her underwear was almost soaked with sweat.
Jun Moyi lowered his head, not daring to look at this distracting little goblin again.
"alright."
Unfortunately, Sang Liwan didn't notice Jun Moyi's abnormal behavior at all. She looked left and right in the bronze mirror for a long time, and said with a raised corner of her mouth, "Your Highness's craftsmanship is really good."
Jun Moyi closed his eyes and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Princess."
[Since his skills are so good, why not let him do my haircut from now on? The thought of the great Prince An personally doing my haircut is exciting.]
Sang Liwan was thinking secretly in her heart, and she had no idea that Jun Moyi heard everything.
He paused as he was about to push the wheelchair away, turned his head, and looked at Sang Liwan with an ambiguous look.
Sang Liwan felt a little strange, "What's wrong?"
Jun Moyi narrowed his eyes, with a playful smile in his eyes, "The prince has been busy for so long, the princess should at least return the favor."
"so?"
"Since I've worked up a sweat because of you, it wouldn't be unreasonable for you to help me bathe, right?"
Sang Liwan’s eyes widened instantly.
Take a bath!
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