If it weren't for Zhang Wuji's quick eyes and hands, poor sister Zhao Linger would have been in great disgrace.
What peerless cultivation, what successor of the Phantom Sword Sect, those useless things are completely useless at this time.
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Zhao Linger said a little embarrassedly: "Good brother, my legs are a little weak, you won't laugh at me, right?"
Zhang Wuji said quickly: "My dear sister, how dare I laugh at you? I love you so much, and now you blame me. I was too caring last night. I, I really asked too much from you."
Zhang Wuji quickly helped Zhao Linger back to the bed and carefully helped her put on her clothes.
He said with embarrassment: "Sister, I'm so damn stupid. I made you like this. How are you going to face people?"
Zhao Linger said indifferently: "Good brother, you are going to be the emperor. It is not your turn to worry about such trivial matters of your sister. You should go and handle government affairs. Your sister does not need you here."
Under Zhao Linger's urging, Zhang Wuji finally left the room reluctantly.
After Zhang Wuji left, Zhao Linger finally breathed a sigh of relief.
She raised her little fist, feeling somewhat disappointed with herself, and hit her legs hard several times.
"You useless thing. Thanks to my good brother, I called you sister all night. How should you behave as a sister? The next morning, you even asked your brother to put clothes on you. You are so incompetent."
Just when Zhao Linger was feeling disappointed with herself, her door was suddenly opened again.
Zhao Linger was still wondering, didn’t Zhang Wuji just leave?
But when she looked up, she found that the person who came in was not Zhang Wuji, but Zhou Zhiruo with a resentful look on her face.
Zhao Linger felt a little helpless, "Why are you here to settle the score with me so early in the morning?"
Zhao Linger could only force a smile, and she said nervously, "Good sister, you come to see me so early."
Zhou Zhiruo said with a resentful look on her face: "Old woman, didn't I tell you to take it easy? Look at you now, you've gone too far."
Zhao Linger said incoherently: "How did I go too far? I'm almost thirty years old. I, I, I didn't go too far."
Zhou Zhiruo sneered: "You don't think you have gone too far because you can't see what you look like now."
As she spoke, Zhou Zhiruo placed the bronze mirror in the room in front of Zhao Linger.
Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Zhao Linger was also horrified.
She said nervously: "Good sister, what's wrong with me, my neck, my chest..."
Zhou Zhiruo quickly said, it’s okay, you won’t die, it’s a pity that you are a thirty-year-old woman and have no experience at all.
Although Zhang Wuji helped Zhao Linger put on her clothes, Zhao Linger was still a little disheveled, with a large area of her chest still exposed.
What shocked Zhao Linger was that she saw more than ten red spots the size of fingernails from her chest to her neck.
Zhao Linger hurriedly asked Zhou Zhiruo: "Good sister, what's wrong with me? Am I sick? I was with Zhang Wuji last night. I, I don't want to die."
After Zhou Zhiruo sighed, she said helplessly: "Okay, stop crying. Didn't I tell you that you won't die?"
Zhao Linger still insisted, "Good sister, then tell me, what's going on with my chest and neck, and why is this happening?"
"If Zhang Wuji saw this, he would be disgusted with me to death."
Zhou Zhiruo said angrily: "If he disliked you, he wouldn't have done that to you. Those red spots on your body were all kissed by Zhang Wuji, but he used too much force. Within three days, your skin will return to its previous state."
Zhao Linger looked at Zhou Zhiruo in surprise: "My dear sister, are you telling the truth?"
Zhou Zhiruo rolled her eyes at Zhao Linger and said, "Of course it's true. You're not the only one who has experienced this."
After saying this, Zhou Zhiruo cursed Zhang Wuji in a low voice: "You damn enemy, just kiss me, why do you have to use so much force? When will you change those bad habits of yours?"
After listening to Zhou Zhiruo's explanation, Zhao Linger finally put her mind at ease, "It turns out that I am not sick. Those red spots on my neck were actually kissed by Zhang Wuji last night."
Zhao Linger closed her eyes and recalled every detail of last night.
She suddenly remembered that Zhang Wuji had indeed hugged her and kissed her for a long time.
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At this point, Zhou Zhiruo didn't want to say anything more. She could only remind Zhao Linger: "Hey, old woman, I don't want to say anything more between you and Zhang Wuji. I just want to remind you not to always let him do whatever he wants."
"You have to restrain him a little, otherwise, look at how you look now. Anyone who knows a little about matters between men and women will know what you did last night. How can you face people like this?"
Zhao Linger thought to herself, "I wanted to restrain myself, but last night Zhang Wuji kept calling me sister, and I almost forgot my last name. I couldn't even restrain myself, so how could I have the ability to restrain him?"
Zhou Zhiruo is a smart woman, and she is definitely not here to cause trouble for Zhao Linger today.
Now that things have come to this, the only way to prevent Zhang Wuji from being distracted is to get along well with each other.
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