Chapter 41 I draw eyebrows for my wife
When Shen Wangshu woke up the next day, her hands hurt so much that she almost thought someone had beaten her up while she was sleeping.
The big stove that had kept her warm all night finally showed up—it was indeed the man in front of her who was holding her tightly!
Her hand was still pressing on Chen Ting's arms. Shen Wangshu pulled it out and took a look. Her palm was red as if it was about to bleed. Fortunately, the skin was not broken, which made her feel relieved.
Last night, while she was drowsy, Shen Wangshu remembered that she woke up once in a daze. She didn't sleep very well, mainly because her hands were tired, as if they had been used all the time.
She seemed to still hear Chen Ting calling something sticky in her ear, sometimes "Anian", sometimes "Madam", sometimes "my darling", and all sorts of other things. It was embarrassing to think about it now.
No, what she wanted to find out was what was wrong with her hands. Although there was a layer of lustrous stuff on the palms of her hands, she still felt a slight discomfort, and her arms were so sore that she couldn't lift them.
"Chen Ting."
These two words were almost bitten out from the back teeth.
It's already this late, and usually he should have gotten up to go on duty, but today he is still snoring... So how long did he play last night?
Shen Wangshu wanted to slap this face, but he had the desire but not the courage, so he gave up.
She lay there angrily for a while, and then the man grabbed her by the waist and held her back in his arms, as if he was holding a beloved large doll, and he coaxed her in a low voice: "Be good, I won't leave."
Damn it, she seemed to have heard these three words many times last night.
Shen Wangshu remembered that he had never slept well at night. Last night was really strange. He didn't wake up at all, so when he woke up in the morning he didn't remember what happened at all.
She was sweating a little. Although it was cool in the morning, it was not very comfortable to be hugged by such a hot person.
It was already getting light outside, and she wanted to get up and call for water, but the man wouldn't let her.
Shen Wangshu couldn't bear it any longer, so he turned around and kicked the man in the stomach, pushing himself into the corner.
Now it was finally cooler. Chen Ting's belly was not soft anymore. His muscle lines were very obvious when he relaxed, and it was a bit painful to step on it.
This kick finally woke Chen Ting up.
He opened his eyes and when he looked down he saw the little feet that had not been retracted in time. The jade-like toes looked small and cute.
The man was not angry at all for being kicked awake for no reason in the early morning. He subconsciously reached out and held her ankle, and said in a hoarse voice: "What's wrong?"
Shen Wangshu put his hand on his face: "What's wrong? What's wrong? I still want to ask you what's wrong, why do my hands hurt so much when I wake up?"
I couldn't exert any strength at all, and I felt so weak and sore as if the tendons in my hands were cut.
Shen Wangshu stared at him, asking him to give him an explanation.
Chen Ting's ears slowly turned red under her gaze. He took advantage of the darkness last night to act recklessly, and now that it was bright, all his thoughts were exposed, and he felt particularly embarrassed.
He didn't say what was wrong, but just pinched her wrist and rubbed it distressedly, and asked carefully: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
Shen Wangshu glared at him and snorted, “You can’t use your hands all day today. You have to take responsibility.”
Chen Ting did not say anything about the maid, but apologized humbly: "I was wrong, I served you personally all day today."
Shen Wangshu was just talking casually, but he didn't expect him to really agree. He felt a little embarrassed: "Forget it, I was just talking nonsense. You have serious things to do every day. Don't delay me."
"How can I delay accompanying my wife? I am willing to be ordered by you." Chen Ting said seriously.
After all, it was he who caused Anian to be inconvenienced.
The person outside heard the couple talking in a low voice and quickly pushed the door open and came in with warm water.
When Taohong wanted to help Madam clean her face as usual, Chen Ting said, "We don't need you today. Let me do it."
Taohong showed some surprise on her face, but she still handed him the clean handkerchief as she was told, bowed and stepped back.
There were two people left in the room.
Since he had nothing to do today, Shen Wangshu watched Chen Ting clumsily wash his face and hands, and then applied a thick layer of transparent ointment.
Facing the row of bottles and cans on the table, the general was confused and asked humbly: "What are these? What are they used for?"
"This is vanishing cream. Apply it on my face after washing. It will make me smell good." The little beauty raised her chin and ordered arrogantly: "Apply it evenly. Don't leak any part of my face."
When Chen Ting was preparing to wipe it, he was in trouble - his black iron gauntlet was easy to use to kill people, but it was useless for this kind of thing.
But the lady had already closed her eyes and waited. He thought about it and took off the gauntlet with one hand.
The pitch-black claws that flashed by last night have now turned into normal human hands, with thick joints, long fingers, broad and rough.
Shen Wangshu didn’t react at first, the fingertips that gently touched his face were round and full, and his nails were trimmed neatly, not at all like the sloppy looks of other generals, and he felt a little comfortable when he carefully dipped the ointment and rubbed it in circles.
After she finished wiping, she opened her eyes and looked: "Husband? Your hand..."
Chen Ting paused while studying Luozidai: "Hmm?"
Nanny Zhang had said before that the general's hands were taboo, but now he had taken the initiative to show them to her, so it shouldn't be a big deal to ask, right?
Shen Wangshu boldly asked, “Can my husband’s gauntlets be removed?”
"Of course." When Chen Ting said this, he had already dressed again in front of her and didn't seem to want to talk about it any more.
Shen Wangshu observed his words and expressions and stopped asking questions about hands: "My husband wants to draw my eyebrows for me?"
Chen Ting held the small piece of Luozidai in his big hands. He was not very sure but was willing to learn: "Try it."
Drawing eyebrows is one of the common boudoir pleasures for couples, and he also wanted to try drawing eyebrows for his wife.
Shen Wangshu thought, okay, just give it a try, and if you are not satisfied, just wipe it off.
So Chen Ting held his breath, concentrated, and carefully began to draw along his wife's original eyebrow shape.
Her face, which had been rubbed with perfume, smelled really good. When you looked closer, it was as smooth as jade, white and delicate, making you want to take a bite.
Chen Ting was distracted for only a brief moment—and soon focused his attention back on the action of drawing his eyebrows.
The lady's eyebrows are naturally very nice, so you can't go wrong by tracing them lightly.
But such a simple action still made Chen Ting sweat slightly.
After a moment he said, "Okay."
Shen Wangshu looked at the bronze mirror—and met a pair of nervous eyes that were seeking praise.
"I think it's pretty good." She looked around and pretended to be satisfied: "My husband's craftsmanship is even better than mine."
Of course, before traveling through time, Dr. Shen was a makeup idiot who wore no makeup at all and only put on lipstick when going out.
But Chen Ting didn't know that he was very happy to hear the compliment, and even modestly reflected on himself: "I think this needs to be revised, and it will be better after I draw more."
Shen Wangshu nodded politely, affirming his skills.
Chen Ting was happy. Before he took his hand away from her chin, he turned the little beauty around to face him and breathed in her naturally.
Shen Wangshu: “Hmm?”
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