At night, Xu Cuifen brought in a basin of bathwater:
"Jiaojiao, Mom will help you take a bath tonight, and I guarantee I'll scrub you clean out a lot of dirt."
Wen Jiaojiao sat up abruptly, suppressing the urge to jump up and down to show her, and waved her hand in refusal:
"Don't come any closer, I don't need it, and I'm not that dirty."
Ignoring her resistance, Xu Cuifen forcefully stepped forward and lifted her clothes, saying:
"Mom used to scrub your back at the public bathhouse a couple of years ago, so why are you so shy now? Once you're covered in mud, you'll feel like all those baths were a waste."
"Mom, actually I..." Wen Jiaojiao was about to tell her about faking illness to avoid work, since she was sure her mom would support her in being lazy.
But before she could finish speaking, Wen Zhaoye walked in. He glanced at Xu Cuifen's actions and said:
"If she doesn't want to, let her fix it herself. It's a foot injury, not a broken hand."
Wen Jiaojiao stopped abruptly, staring at him in a panic: Luckily I managed to shut my mouth quickly, otherwise he probably would have pinched my little mouth off.
Xu Cuifen: "No way, it's been so long since I've rubbed mud, I'm itching to get back to it."
Wen Jiaojiao changed her tone:
"Let my brother carry me to that little chair, I'll wash myself up."
"If you're itching to rub your legs, go rub my dad's. He's been bedridden for so many days, and he can't even wash them. I guarantee he'll satisfy your craving then."
"If you get the floor wet later, how will your brother sleep?"
Xu Cuifen was unaware that the two were currently sleeping in the same bed, and she used this wording because she was worried that something might happen to her again.
Wen Jiaojiao laughed awkwardly:
"It's alright, my brother is in great health. There's nothing for you to do now, you can go out."
With Xu Cuifen present, Wen Zhaoye didn't dare to hug her. His feelings were somewhat like a boyfriend visiting his girlfriend's home, constantly reminding him to keep his distance.
He leaned against the doorframe, waiting for Xu Cuifen to walk away before closing the door. His ears flushed red, he stepped forward, scooped her up in his arms, and said in an ambiguous tone:
Is this okay?
Wen Jiaojiao stared at him with a look of astonishment in her beautiful eyes:
"What? Is this alright? If you don't bring me a chair first, where are you going to put me?"
Wen Zhaoye's handsome face flushed slightly, and he glanced at her almost imperceptibly, as if he understood her thoughts.
He didn't put her down, but instead used one arm to support her hips while holding her.
To her stunned and astonished gaze, he opened the door with one hand, carried the chair in, and placed her on it.
Wen Jiaojiao was completely dazed until she heard the door close, at which point she snapped back to reality, took off her clothes, and muttered:
"He's actually going to all that trouble just to refute this? When it comes to being unwilling to admit defeat, you have to look to Wen Gouzi."
Suddenly, Wen Zhaoye opened the door again:
"I just realized I haven't gotten you your clothes yet..."
Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly noticed that Wen Jiaojiao was only wearing underwear on her upper body, and her exposed skin was as delicate and smooth as mutton fat jade.
Her face flushed crimson, and she desperately tried to cover her chest with her arms, but only managed to reveal an even more alluring cleavage. She said shyly and reproachfully:
"Hurry up and get out of here."
Wen Zhaoye's pupils trembled slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, and after a two-second pause, he remembered to close the door and said:
"I was just trying to get you some clothes, but I didn't expect you to be so quick."
Wen Jiaojiao took a breath, glanced down at her cleavage, her face flushing even more, and said in embarrassment and annoyance:
"Since we're all living in the same room, remember to knock next time you see the door closed."
Wen Zhaoye's heart was racing like a stampede of horses. He leaned against the door, his handsome face flushed red all the way to his long neck.
"Then how are you going to get your clothes later?"
Wen Jiaojiao stood up, taking off her last pair of underwear, and said:
"I can hop on one foot."
Just as Wen Zhaoye was about to warn him to be careful, the door suddenly creaked and fell backward.
His pupils widened in surprise, and he lost his footing while leaning against the door, falling backward.
Immediately, with a "bang," a thin layer of dust rose from the concrete floor.
The situation was so dramatic that Wen Jiaojiao's beautiful eyes widened as she stood there naked, momentarily forgetting to react.
Wen Zhaoye turned his head and saw that her long hair was draped behind her, and she was completely exposed in front of him.
And because of the close proximity, it was even clearer and more realistic than what I had seen by chance last time, providing an extreme visual stimulation.
Ah~
Wen Jiaojiao was the first to react, letting out a piercing scream. She panicked, unsure where to cover herself.
Under Wen Zhaoye's stunned and bewildered gaze, she strode forward, knelt down, covered his eyes, and looked shyly and fearfully towards the door:
Why did you do this to me?
Upon hearing the sound, Wen Xiaojian replied with concern:
"Jiaojiao, what's wrong?"
Wen Jiaojiao knew how much he loved her, and fearing he might crawl on the ground to come see her, her voice trembled as she said:
"Dad, I'm fine."
There was silence on the other end, but Wen Zhaoye suddenly snapped back to reality.
His vision was completely black. He instinctively reached out with one hand to pull at the slender hand that was covering his eyes, and said in an unnatural tone:
"I really didn't mean to, I don't know how the door suddenly fell down."
Wen Jiaojiao's gaze suddenly met one of his open eyes, and her mind went blank. She raised her other hand and slapped him hard across the cheek.
"You still have the nerve to peek?"
Wen Zhaoye's face stung with pain, but he felt no anger whatsoever. Instead, he felt that hitting him was a sign of affection, and scolding him was a sign of love.
He stood up, and amidst her frantic struggles and thrashing, he closed his eyes, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her to the bedside based on his memory.
"I'll carry you to bed. What if someone comes in? Will you even be able to face anyone?"
"If you open your eyes again, I'll hit you again." Wen Jiaojiao stopped struggling when she saw that his eyes were closed, but still warned him.
Before she could finish speaking, Wen Zhaoye tripped over the bamboo chair and fell forward.
As she felt the fall, Wen Jiaojiao's eyes widened, and she frantically raised her arms to hug his neck:
Isn't this worse than death?
At the same time, Wen Zhaoye's handsome eyes suddenly opened, and he quickly rolled over, falling onto his back. He groaned in pain, but asked:
Are you alright?
Wen Jiaojiao lay on top of him in an extremely shameful position, her cheeks puffed out, her whole body flushed as if bathed in the sunset, and she said weakly:
"I now have reason to suspect that you did this on purpose." Is this an insult? How can you say that?
Her body was soft and cool, pressing against him through her thin short-sleeved shirt and jeans.
Wen Zhaoye's chest was burning with desire, and his bare arm tightly embraced her slender waist.
He slightly raised his head, meeting her gaze. He was still too shocked by what had just happened to even consider the possibility of his feet running.
"I'll close my eyes now and carry you to bed."
Wen Jiaojiao suddenly didn't want to pretend anymore. She realized that fate seemed to be punishing her; whenever she slacked off or indulged in something sweet, dramatic things would inevitably happen.
Before she could even utter a sound, she was lifted and placed on the bed. She pulled a thin blanket over herself from head to toe.
That's all.
Anyway, this isn't the first or second time I've been embarrassed.
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