At noon, when Shangguan Wan'er slowly opened her eyes, two days and two nights had passed.
She felt sore all over, as if she had been run over by a truck.
She glanced to the side through gritted teeth and found the Duke watching her with a smile.
"You bastard!" Wan'er shouted angrily, "You promised it would be the last time, but you always lie to me!"
Wan'er turned her head to the side and gritted her teeth, "I'm hungry, I want to eat a delicious meal!"
Upon hearing Wan'er's words, the Duke smiled and kissed her forehead gently, saying tenderly:
"Uncle Zhao has already started preparing. Today he'll be making all your favorite dishes."
Wan'er's heart stirred. Although she hadn't just started dating Junjue, his constant care and attentiveness towards her, except for one thing, was remarkable.
"I'm going to get up and brush my teeth first!"
"Baby, let me carry you over!"
"No need, I can do it myself!"
At Wan'er's insistence, she struggled to sit up in bed, inadvertently revealing an expression of pain.
Junjue immediately noticed her discomfort, quickly walked to her side, gently put his arm around her waist, and gently massaged her with his hands.
"Take a rest and don't rush," Junjue said gently. "I'll call Uncle Zhao over and he can give you some massages to relieve your soreness later, okay?"
"It seems pretty good!"
Although she has healing abilities, she wants to experience the Lord's massage service.
Wan'er nodded, closed her eyes slightly, and waited quietly for Uncle Zhao to arrive, her heart already filled with anticipation.
Time flew by, and Zhao, a housekeeper in his thirties, entered the bedroom.
Because of his awakened supernatural abilities, he doesn't look like he's over sixty.
Wan'er opened her eyes and saw that Uncle Zhao was holding a bottle of red herbal ointment. She immediately realized that it was Chinese medicine and should be effective in treating her aches and pains.
Uncle Zhao smiled gently, put down the herbal ointment, and slowly left.
Junjue walked to Wan'er's side. "Baby, please relax, I'll give you a massage."
Wan'er gently smiled and nodded.
"You'll go crazy again without thinking! I'm really going to bite you!" Wan'er said through gritted teeth.
"I just ate and drank my fill, how could that be!"
After Junjue finished speaking, he applied some ointment to his slender hands and gently massaged Wan'er's waist with his hands.
His massage skills were quite good. Under Wan'er's gentle massage techniques, she felt the soreness in her whole body gradually lessen and her mood gradually relax.
"Lord Jun, I didn't know you knew how to massage. You must have given many massages to girls before, right?" Wan'er said sullenly.
Seeing the other's dejected look, the Duke smiled and replied, "My darling! You are my first woman, and my last. You're a maiden I've taken!"
Wan'er looked at Junjue with emotion. She understood deeply that this man's care and concern for her was not just superficial, but a genuine expression of his heart.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so persistent when she was disfigured.
After the massage, Wan'er lay comfortably on the bed when she suddenly remembered her hunger.
She bit her lip, her cheeks slightly flushed as she looked at Junjue.
"My lord, I'm so hungry," Wan'er said cutely, pouting.
The Duke looked at her with affection and gently stroked her forehead. "Don't worry, darling, your meal will be served soon."
"Really?"
Lord Junju: "..."
Wan'er couldn't help but laugh. "You're not saying anything again. Are you implying that I'll have to wait a while longer?"
Junjue gently pinched her nose, "You clever little fool."
Wan'er laughed heartily, her previous pain gone, replaced by anticipation for the future.
Not long after, a fragrant aroma wafted into the room. Wan'er immediately smelled the aroma and her appetite returned. She sat up abruptly and peered curiously into the doorway.
At the door, Butler Zhao, dressed in a white chef's uniform, pushed open the door and walked in, carrying plates of tempting food.
"Miss Shangguan, the meal is ready," Uncle Zhao said with a smile.
Wan'er's eyes widened as she saw the table laden with all sorts of delicious food, the dishes looking tempting and emitting a wonderful aroma.
"It smells so good! Uncle Zhao, you've worked hard."
From now on, you can just call me Wan'er. We're all family, no need to be so formal.
"Yes, Miss Wan'er!"
Actually, Butler Zhao wanted to call the other party "Young Mistress," but she refused.
They said that it's not used to calling her "young mistress" nowadays.
Wan'er looked annoyed. What's the difference between Miss Wan'er and Miss Shangguan?
Oh well, let him call me whatever he likes! A name is just a label.
She walked excitedly towards the table, with Junjue following closely behind, tugging at Wan'er's hand. "Wan'er, are you starving? Let me help you enjoy this delicious meal!"
"OK!"
Wan'er jumped up and sat down at the table impatiently. She looked up at Junjue and said, "You're so good at this. You always have a way of coaxing me. You're so mean."
Junjue chuckled softly, "That way you'll like me even more."
Wan'er squinted her eyes playfully, picking through the dishes on the table with her fingers, her eyes almost blinded by the light.
Wan'er picked up a piece of fish and put it in her mouth. The delicious taste quickly spread throughout her mouth.
"Mmm! It's delicious, so good!"
The Duke served Wan'er a lot of food and said gently:
"Eat more, it'll be more comfortable to hold you!"
"Pfft~ Uncle Zhao is still here! What nonsense are you talking about!" Wan'er glared at Junjue, a blush rising on her face.
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