Wen Qing looked at Wen Jing in disbelief, Kiss?
French kiss?!
Why would this clone let me kiss him? !
Wen Qing's mind began to become confused.
Wen Jing is his clone, and he wants to kiss her again...
Is this narcissism?
Meeting the shock in Wen Qing's eyes, Wen Jing chuckled.
He did not explain, but lowered his voice and continued: "Qingqing, please kiss me for a while longer."
"I want to kiss you until you can't breathe, until your eyes water, and until your mouth goes numb..."
Wen Jing's words were rough, but they seemed to have turned into real things.
The restlessness in Wen Qing's body was aroused again. His breathing became a little rapid, a layer of mist formed in his eyes, the heat on his cheeks spread to his neck, and his whole face turned red.
Wen Jing stared at the flushed cheeks and curled the corners of his lips.
"Do you feel it lightly?"
"Why has your body temperature become so high? It's so hot. Qingqing hasn't even kissed me yet, why has it become like this..."
Wen Jing bent his fingers, and his fingertips slowly stroked Wen Qing's skin. His lips scraped across his lips lightly, entangling his breath.
Wen Qing's lips trembled, and she pinched her palms. Her body seemed to be out of control and was getting hotter and hotter.
Wen Jing tilted his head slightly and got closer to Wen Qing's face.
He blinked, hooked his eyelashes at Wen Qing's long eyelashes, looked into those dark eyes, and continued: "Qingqing, just kiss me and you can pass the level."
Wen Qing didn't want to be so close to him, but there was no way to avoid him. She could only feel Wen Jing's breath, and her whole face was tickled by him.
Wen Jing whispered, "This deal isn't a bad one, is it?"
Wen Qing turned his head with difficulty, barely avoiding some of Wen Jing's breath.
He lowered his eyes nervously, not looking directly at Wen Jing, thinking, if this is a real deal, then of course it's not a loss.
But judging from Wen Jing's behavior and attitude just now, there is a 99% chance that this deal is a scam.
There is no way Wen Jing could tell the truth.
Wen Jing looked at his trembling eyelashes and chuckled, "Qingqing should think about it quickly."
"If it's this slow, I'll raise the price."
"If you go any slower, it will be more than just a kiss."
"You want to touch me gently," he said, wanting to press his fingertips into Wen Qing's white and tender fingers. "Your hand is a little smaller than mine, so cute."
"I want your hand—"
The voice stopped abruptly, and suddenly, Wen Qing felt a cold wind blowing towards him, and then the restraints on his body disappeared.
Wen Jing suddenly let go of his hand, rolled sideways on the bed, and jumped off the bed.
The housekeeper stood at the door and looked at Wen Jing expressionlessly.
Wen Qing stared blankly at the butler who suddenly appeared.
The butler's eyes flickered with tiny blue lights as he glanced over Wen Qing's exposed legs.
He walked to the bed, put the tray in his hand on the bedside table, adjusted the quilt, and covered Wen Qing with it.
The next second, he walked straight towards Wen Jing.
Wen Jing looked at the housekeeper, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up: "The housekeeper came quite quickly."
The butler didn't waste any words with him. He strode up to Wen Jing and raised his hand to grab Wen Jing's collar.
Wen Jing's face changed slightly, and he dodged to the side, keeping some distance between himself and the housekeeper.
The butler stepped forward again, moving swiftly and approaching Wen Jing in the blink of an eye.
Wen Qing sat on the bed, staring blankly at the housekeeper approaching Wen Jing, who avoided him again.
The two did not fight, and there was not even any physical contact.
A few minutes later, Wen Jing sneered, "How dare you touch me?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment and saw the hint of anger between Wen Jing's brows.
Wen Jing didn't want to be touched by the housekeeper, but he took the initiative to touch him.
This... is indeed narcissism.
Wen Qing was dazed.
The housekeeper looked at Wen Jing and said calmly, "No."
"I think it's dirty."
Wen Jing's expression changed, as if he wanted to say something, and then his expression became even worse.
Under the dim light, Wen Qing could clearly see that his face changed drastically and his movements became a little stiff.
Wen Jing sneered: "Very good."
After saying that, he turned around, walked towards the mirror hanging on the wall, and said to Wen Qing: "Qingqing, you should think about it carefully..."
Wen Jing's voice became lower and lower. Wen Qing was slightly startled. She didn't know if it was her illusion, but Wen Jing's voice suddenly sounded a little weak.
Wen Jing didn't do anything else, nor did he look at the housekeeper any more, and walked straight into the mirror.
The mirror became an ordinary mirror again.
Wen Qing did not see Wen Jing in the mirror. He only saw the bedroom reflected in the mirror, without any abnormality.
He looked at the butler blankly: "What's going on?"
The housekeeper walked to the bedside, lowered his eyes and said calmly: "I'll go get you some water."
"If you take a break at this time, you will wake up thirsty in the middle of the night."
"No," Wen Qing paused, glanced at the mirror, and asked, "I'm asking what happened between you and Wen Jing just now?"
Thinking that the housekeeper didn't know who Wen Jing was, he added, "It's me in the mirror."
The butler's eyes flashed blue, but he said nothing.
Wen Qing frowned slightly, knowing that the butler meant that he could not answer his question.
He lowered his eyes and recalled the conversation and actions between Wen Jing and the butler just now.
Wen Jing didn't want to be touched by the housekeeper, so he kept hiding.
Then Wen Jing seemed to be a little... powerless, and his movements slowed down...
Just as Wen Qing was thinking about it, a glass of water suddenly appeared under her eyes.
He was stunned for a moment, took the teacup, lowered his head and drank the water.
Just after taking a sip and before he could swallow it, the quilt on his legs was lifted by the housekeeper, and Wen Qing almost spit out a mouthful of water.
He quickly put down the teacup and tried to stop the butler's actions.
After the housekeeper lifted the quilt, he did nothing but looked at his legs quietly.
Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and she reached out to pull the quilt: "What are you looking at?"
The housekeeper told the truth: "Look at your legs."
Hearing this, Wen Qing couldn't help but bend his legs, pulled the quilt over him, and said with a red face: "Why are you looking at my legs?"
"You, you have one too."
The housekeeper glanced around the bed, picked up the medicine bottle that had fallen on the corner of the bed, and slowly opened it: "There is a red mark on your leg."
Wen Qing blinked. He didn't notice it, but now that the housekeeper said that, his leg side felt a little painful, probably because Wen Jing was scratched by his clothes when he got out of bed just now.
The housekeeper opened the medicine jar, slowly leaned over, and said to Wen Qing: "I will help you apply the medicine."
Wen Qing immediately said: "No, it will be fine tomorrow."
The housekeeper looked at him and said lightly: “You were touched by something dirty. If you don’t take medicine, it may become more serious tomorrow.”
"Or do you want to wear a skirt tomorrow?"
Wen Qing pursed his lips. He didn't want to wear a skirt, nor did he want the housekeeper to apply medicine to him again.
After hesitating for a moment, he snatched the medicine bottle from the butler's hand: "I can apply it myself."
"Yes." The butler responded without any movement. He stood by the bed and looked at him quietly.
Wen Qing lifted the quilt and put a little ointment on his fingertips.
He glanced at the butler from the corner of his eye, and seeing that the butler was still staring at him, his cheeks involuntarily became slightly hot: "Don't look at me."
The housekeeper said calmly: "I need to supervise you to apply the medicine."
Wen Qing bent his fingers and didn't say much, thinking that it would be better to finish applying it sooner.
He slightly tilted his leg and quickly applied the ointment on the red mark.
Just as I was about to cover myself with the quilt, I heard the housekeeper say, "It needs to be wiped away, ma'am."
Wen Qing paused with her fingertips, worried that if she didn't spread it, the housekeeper would do it again, so she had to circulate the ointment on the red mark to spread it evenly.
The butler half closed his eyes and looked at Wen Qing.
She seemed to be very shy, and the tips of her ears turned red.
He lowered his head, his white fingers resting on his legs, his fingertips stained with a faint red, the soft flesh on his legs was pressed slightly, and the paste turned into sticky water due to body temperature and the heat from his fingers, glowing with a yellowish luster under the light.
When Wen Qing was about to withdraw his hand, the housekeeper said, "Madam, we need to wait for the medicine to be absorbed."
"Got it." Wen Qing replied with a blushing face.
He didn't dare to cross his legs or cover himself with a quilt. He always felt that the butler was looking at him, so he had to turn slightly to avoid the butler's sight.
Little did he know that this action made the housekeeper focus on his waist. The corner of his clothes lifted slightly, revealing a part of his white waist and the part below his waist...
The butler did not warn anyone and just watched quietly.
Different perspectives give you different feelings when watching.
The speed at which the butler's eyes flashed blue increased.
This time the red marks were not large and the medicine was absorbed within a few minutes.
Wen Qing quickly covered herself with the quilt and put on her pajamas under the covers.
He slowly asked the housekeeper: "Have you found Xiao Jiyu?"
Butler: “No.”
"Okay." Wen Qing responded and shrank into the quilt, leaving only his head exposed.
The butler glanced at him, picked up the tea tray on the bedside table, and turned away.
Wen Qing opened his eyes wide and asked quickly, "Where are you going?"
The butler paused for a moment, walked to the tea table, put down the tray, and said calmly, "Not going anywhere."
Wen let out a breath. He thought the butler was going to leave.
He blinked and asked knowingly, "You don't have to sleep at night, right?"
The butler responded, "Yes."
Wen Qing lowered his eyes, regretting very much that he had not allowed the housekeeper to stay in the room a few days ago.
The butler couldn't tell him about Wen Jing, and Wen Qing was not sure if Wen Jing could hear their conversation now.
Wen Qing looked at the quilt on his body and suddenly had an idea: "I kick the quilt when I sleep at night."
The butler looked at him quietly without saying anything.
Wen Qing was afraid that the housekeeper would not understand his hint, so he added, "It will be cold."
The butler still didn't speak.
Wen Qing hinted wildly: "Besides, sleeping without a blanket can easily lead to illness."
The housekeeper half closed his eyes, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and said softly: "I will take good care of you, ma'am."
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