Chapter 467 This is how you treat me? Fine, fine.
Ji Qingwu could only find a waterproof tarpaulin to wrap around his ankle, and then resignedly helped him into the clean room.
The man's body was heavy; just by draping one of his arms over Ji Qingwu, she felt instantly shrank.
But this sense of weight gave her an extremely strong sense of security at this moment, and Ji Qingwu felt much more at ease.
After entering the clean room, adhering to the principle of "he who has received a gift is bound to do so," especially since it was such a valuable gift as the Tianshan Red Lotus, Ji Qingwu dutifully helped Zhao Mingyan undress.
Ji Qingwu stopped after taking off his undergarment.
She turned around and moved the shelf next to the bathtub closer, then neatly arranged the towels and bath soap she would need for bathing next to the tub.
After all that work, Ji Qingwu noticed that the emperor was still standing upright by the bathtub.
Ji Qingwu scooped up some hot water from the bathtub; the temperature was just right. She asked with a puzzled expression, "Why doesn't Your Majesty go in?"
Zhao Mingyan said with a half-smile, "Does A-Wu wear clothes when she takes a bath?"
Ji Qingwu glanced at his only remaining underwear and said with a dry laugh, "I don't need to take these off, do I?"
She was busy running around elsewhere just now, trying to avoid this.
Zhao Mingyan looked at her and teased, "Didn't Awu say before that she was going to pull down my pants? I'm saving this opportunity for you."
When was that?
It was when Li Chengxun became the top scholar in the imperial examination that Ji Qingwu accidentally learned about the past of Emperor Wusu. At that time, he spoke without restraint because he was anxious.
Ji Qingwu glanced at his waistband, then turned away with envy.
“I was just saying it; I didn’t mean any disrespect at the time.”
As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Mingyan's lips curled into a smile, and he asked in a clear voice, "Does Awu mean that you now harbor disrespect?"
Ji Qingwu looked embarrassed; he had been right.
She not only had ideas, but her mind was overflowing with nonsensical thoughts, especially with him standing naked from the waist up in front of her.
He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and prominent ribs and muscles, which made her feel dazed and her face flushed.
When Ji Qingwu applied medicine to the shirtless soldiers in the camp, he was like an old monk in deep meditation, unable to see anything but the wounds.
But as he stood in front of her, Ji Qingwu's eyes seemed to have their own ideas.
She never thought she was so attracted to men before...
Ji Qingwu bit his lip, trying to clear his head. He was still injured, and he couldn't understand why he was thinking such nonsense.
She began, "Couldn't Your Majesty wear trousers...?"
Zhao Mingyan had no idea what she was thinking and assumed she didn't want to help him bathe.
“When I served Awu last time, I wasn’t as careless as you are. I cleaned every inch of Awu’s skin thoroughly.”
Ji Qingwu thought to herself that it made sense; the two of them had already been so intimate before, so why was she still being coy?
However, at the moment she pulled up his belt, she still closed her eyes.
Fortunately, the emperor was wearing brocade trousers with a wide crotch, allowing Ji Qingwu to avoid touching areas he shouldn't.
For ease and comfort during marches, the trousers were fitted, and Ji Qingwu felt his hands were being obstructed, so he could only bend down to help him take them off.
The water-rippled brocade trousers with dark dragon patterns were finally taken off. Ji Qingwu breathed out a small breath, her cheeks puffing out.
But the legs in front of them did not move.
Zhao Mingyan's deep gaze fell on the top of her head. After looking at her for a while, his breathing became heavy.
Ji Qingwu stared at his knees, not daring to look up, and reminded him, "Your Majesty, the water will get cold soon."
Zhao Mingyan then took long strides and entered the bathtub.
Ji Qingwu rolled up his sleeves, wet the cotton cloth in hot water, and began to wash his back.
As the cotton cloth brushed against her shoulder blade, her fingertips suddenly touched a very tiny bump, and her hand paused.
Perhaps because the medicine in the palace was so effective, his injuries were not noticeable unless you looked closely.
But it still left faint marks, including a long scar that ran almost vertically from the shoulder down to the lower back, with the scar becoming more noticeable as it went down.
In other words, injuries to the lower back are the most severe.
Ji Qingwu's fingers unconsciously slid down his broad shoulders and back, but unfortunately his lower back was submerged in water.
Zhao Mingyan noticed her movement, his Adam's apple bobbed, and he asked, "What is A-Wu doing?"
Ji Qingwu quickly scooped up a ladle of hot water from behind his waist and poured it over him, the water droplets sliding down his spine.
Amidst the rising steam, Ji Qingwu placed a cotton cloth around his lower back and wiped it back and forth.
Zhao Mingyan suddenly grabbed her wrist and lifted her up. Water droplets rolled down Ji Qingwu's forearm and into her sleeve, making the sleeve wet and sticky to her arm.
Ji Qingwu looked at his reddened waist with a guilty conscience.
"W-what's wrong?"
Zhao Mingyan didn't turn to look at her, and said, "Awu should also find a different place to massage."
The steam from the bucket made his voice hoarse, and water droplets dripping from his hair hit the back of her hand.
Ji Qingwu said, "Oh, oh, I'll change it right away."
Her back was already washed; it was time for her chest. She walked around to the front of the tub and looked up to meet his gaze.
His dark gaze seemed to burn holes in her clothes.
Ji Qingwu quickly lowered her head, but when she saw his waist and abdomen hidden underwater, she immediately raised her head again.
Zhao Mingyan casually said, with his arms draped over the edge of the bathtub, "The water's getting cold."
Ji Qingwu dampened a cotton towel and used it to wipe the area below his neck and above his waist.
She was sweating profusely, not from exhaustion, but from nervousness; serving others was no easy task.
After wiping for a while, Ji Qingwu draped the handkerchief aside and said, "All done."
Zhao Mingyan stared at her and asked, "Is that all?"
Ji Qingwu nodded, glanced briefly at the curtain of the bathroom, and before she could figure out an escape route, he pulled her into the bathtub with his arm.
"It seems I still have to demonstrate to Awu how to bathe someone."
With one more person, half of the water in the bathtub overflowed.
Ji Qingwu was soaked to the bone, and her clothes were clinging to her body. Zhao Mingyan said, "Wearing wet clothes can easily make you catch a cold. It's better to take them off."
She's soaking wet. Who did this?
Ji Qingwu knew something was wrong with his gaze.
She was afraid of touching his left ankle, so she gripped the edge of the bathtub with her hand and dared not sit down properly.
Ji Qingwu politely declined, saying, "I already washed this morning, so there's no need to show it again."
Zhao Mingyan looked down at her soaked collar and said in a low voice, "Awu only cares about her own cleanliness, but treats me so perfunctorily."
He sighed softly, almost imperceptibly.
"Fine, you can go out now, I'll do it myself."
The hands that were wrapped around her waist loosened, and Ji Qingwu was initially delighted. She stood up from the bathtub and was about to step out.
He lowered his head, his long eyebrows furrowed, and his eyes were filled with disappointment at his unfulfilled expectations.
Ji Qingwu paused, then put her foot back down, a pang of sadness rising in her heart.
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