After helping Meng Zhao wash his body, Qingying called Meng Wu in and carried Meng Zhao out of the bathtub.

She helped him dry his inky long hair and put on clean and refreshing clothes for him.

At night, Meng Zhao slept on the soft and comfortable big bed, while Qingying lay on the small soft couch.

Before going to bed, she would tuck in the corners of his quilt before going to sleep.

This was Mrs. Meng's order, asking Qingying to pay more attention at night and not let Meng Zhao get cold and freeze his disabled legs.

No matter how unwilling Meng Zhao was, Qingying gradually integrated into his life.

Another night.

When Qingying was half asleep, she heard the sound of clothes and bedding rubbing against each other.

The sound lasted for quite a while and woke her up from her sleep.

Qingying opened her sleepy eyes and looked towards the place where the noise came from.

She saw Meng Zhao lying on the bed, his legs crossed, twisting and turning. He had a frown on his face and looked forbearing, and seemed to be in pain.

Qingying had been in Meng Zhao's room for quite a while and had figured out his habits. She knew what this noble and arrogant young master wanted to do now.

She got up, lit the candles, walked to Meng Zhao, and took off his pants with her hands.

Meng Zhao was startled by the coldness in his lower body and hurriedly moved back. He looked at Qingying warily, with a look of alertness on his face: "What do you want to do, woman?"

Qingying squatted down and took out the night pot under the bed. She said to Meng Zhao: "Young Master, do you want to hold it yourself, or do you want me to hold it for you?"

Qingying was referring to the penis under Meng Zhao's crotch, which was swollen and hard because of holding back urine.

Meng Zhao was startled, and the alertness on his face disappeared. After a long silence, he whispered: "I will hold it myself, you hold the night pot, close your eyes, and don't peek."

"Okay." Qingying closed her eyes obediently.

Meng Zhao held his swollen penis and aimed it at the mouth of the pot. After trying several times, he dared to urinate slowly.

At first he was a little reluctant to let go, the sound of water was very small, gurgling, like the sound of raindrops.

After a while, he seemed to be unable to hold it in any longer, and as soon as the gate opened, a powerful stream of water brushed against the inner wall of the night pot, and the sound of water became urgent and loud.

A trace of embarrassment crossed Meng Zhaoqing's handsome and fair face.

This was the first time he urinated in front of a woman, and he felt a little embarrassed and awkward.

In the past, every night, if he felt like peeing, he would try his best to hold it in, and wait until the next day when Meng Wu came to take duty and called him in to serve.

Tonight, before going to bed, he felt a little thirsty and couldn't help but drink a few more glasses of water. He

was awakened by the urge to pee in the middle of the night.

He was really uncomfortable holding it in, but because of his face, he didn't want to take the initiative to open his mouth and wake Qingying.

Unexpectedly, Qingying came over on her own initiative and helped him solve his urgent problem.

After a while, Meng Zhao finished urinating, and Qingying took a piece of toilet paper to wipe his genitals, and then helped him put on his pants.

She put down the night pot, said nothing, washed her hands, walked back to the couch, and fell asleep.

In the dark night, Meng Zhao stared at the little woman sleeping soundly on the couch opposite with his dark phoenix eyes for a long time before he dozed off and fell asleep.

Meng Zhao thought Qingying was a reckless and lewd woman, and that she had ulterior motives when she married into the Meng family.

But it seems not to be the case.

He observed for a long time, but did not find out what tricks Qingying was playing in secret.

She was not like the maids who had served him in the past, who would fawn on him, be extremely flattering, expose their breasts, and think about seducing him all the time.

Except for the night of their wedding, when she drugged him, tied him up and forced him to have sex, she had not taken the initiative to ask him for sex for more than half a month after their marriage.

She even acted like an unmarried girl, and every time she helped him bathe, she would look evasive and shy when she saw his naked body.

This huge contrast almost made Meng Zhao think that the unrestrained woman in the wedding night had been replaced by someone else, and it was not the Aoying in front of him.

But it was indeed the Aoying in front of him, and Meng Zhao was sure that he was not wrong.

In short, he could not figure out what this woman was thinking.

*

After breakfast that day, Mrs. Meng called Aoying over.

She said that since Meng Zhao broke his leg, he had hardly gone out, and had been stuck in this deep house all day, and had never appreciated the beautiful scenery outside. He would sooner or later get sick from being bored.

The Meng family has a farm in the suburbs, where they grow some exotic flowers and plants, and the scenery is nice.

Madam Meng has already prepared a carriage, and asked Qingying to accompany Meng Zhao to the farm in the suburbs tomorrow to stay for a few days, enjoy the scenery, and relax.

Qingying did not dare to disobey the order, so she naturally agreed.

Before leaving, Madam Meng told Qingying to take good care of Meng Zhao and not let anything happen to him.

If Meng Zhao comes back from relaxing this time and is in a better mood and is no longer as taciturn as before, she will allow Qingying to go home to visit her relatives and reward her with double her monthly salary.

Author: Please give me one~