Chapter 123 Aunt Sister, Sister
Qing Wu was already wearing a thin nightgown, and was soon pushed up from below...
After a while, the rosewood wheelchair, which originally weighed dozens of kilograms, slowly moved and hit the bed frame again and again, causing the gauze curtains hanging on the bed to shake rhythmically.
The girl's hands were initially resting on the wheelchair armrests, but later they were placed weakly on the boy's broad shoulders, swaying up and down or left and right with the rhythm.
The young man just looked straight ahead, observing the girl's expression. At some point, he suddenly lowered his right leg, put his arm around the girl's waist, gave her strength, and leaned on her.
Xiao Ji's breath sprayed on the jade-white skin. He stared at the girl's blushing earlobe and suddenly said, "What should I call you?"
The girl slowly came back to her senses and let out a seductive and charming "hmm" from her throat.
Before she understood what the boy meant, his hot breath brought the sound to her ears.
"Aunt's sister?"
"Aunt?"
"I think my aunt is better."
The low, hoarse voice was full of teasing and mocking. After three consecutive words, the girl finally came back to her senses.
Qingwu's already flushed face instantly looked like it was covered with rouge. She had made such a joke during the day, but she never thought that it would be used on her at night.
“Shut…shut up!”
But the boy raised his legs again, and her words broke in her throat. She could only put her arms around his neck and grab the back of his chair for balance.
"What? Don't you like it? But didn't you say that yourself during the day?" The young man spoke very innocently, but the bed curtains swayed even more violently.
The girl was so embarrassed that she suddenly tightened her hands on the back of the wheelchair. The boy's voice also stopped for a moment and he groaned.
"It seems Qingqing doesn't like the name of aunt..."
Hearing this, Qingwu finally breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment, the young man's voice rang in her ears again.
"So...how is my sister?"
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When Qingwu got out of the wheelchair, her legs were already trembling. Looking at the boy still sitting in the wheelchair, she wet a handkerchief with water in the room, squeezed it dry and threw it at him in annoyance.
Xiao Ji was not annoyed. He picked it up with a smile and cleaned it for himself.
Qing Wu lowered her head and cleaned by herself. After finally calming down a little, she looked up and saw that Xiao Ji was not only wiping her legs, but also wiping the wheelchair carefully. Her cheeks suddenly became hot again.
After hesitating for a few breaths, she washed the handkerchief again and went over to clean it together. She even pulled Xiao Ji up and held the candlestick to wipe it repeatedly. Only when she saw that it was completely clean did she stop.
Xiao Ji laughed as he watched from the side and could not help but say, "If you feel embarrassed, I will use crutches for the next two days and ask the village carpenter to make one for me."
Hearing him say this name again, Qing Wu glared at him fiercely, but her eyes were still red and watery. This glare almost made Xiao Ji lose his soul. How could it be intimidating?
However, the young man knew better than to stop, so as not to really anger his wife and end up alone in the empty room.
Sister, there’s plenty of time to call me.
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The young couple here are very affectionate, but the couple from the Song family in the capital are cold as ice.
They returned to the Song family before dusk. Song Yunhe got off the carriage before it stopped, and Xi Qingtong staggered behind. She wanted to say a few more soft words, but she bit her lip and stopped under the prying eyes of the servants.
She is the noble lady of the Xi family and the mistress of the Song family. How could Song Yunhe humiliate her in front of the servants?
Xi Qingtong was a little proud, so she stopped trying to stop him and went to her bedroom. After all, they should calm down for a night. She was not sure if she could coax him to eat tomorrow. She was also very tired.
The whole scene fell into the eyes of the little maid Dong Ning. Looking at the cold and hard atmosphere between the master and the lady, her heart suddenly began to beat rapidly - her chance seemed to have come!
Dong Ning hid behind the pillars, watching Xi Qingtong's door slam shut. A smile rose unconsciously. She quickly returned to the small kitchen and took out the ingredients she had prepared long ago to cook porridge.
The husband has been traveling a lot today and has had a conflict with his wife. Now is a good opportunity. If he misses this opportunity, he doesn't know when the next one will come.
When the porridge was almost cooked, Dong Ning tidied herself up in front of the water tank. She deliberately loosened the tie of her collar to reveal a small piece of snow-white collarbone. She also picked three gardenias, wore two on her head and rubbed one between her wrists.
The light was on in the study, and Song Yunhe was writing with ink, his handwriting a bit more chaotic than usual. He wanted to use writing to distract himself from his boredom, but it only made him feel more annoyed.
Dong Ning took a deep breath outside the door and deliberately made the porcelain bowl on the tray touch each other to make a sound.
"My dear, I have made some calming porridge. Would you like to try it?" Her voice was three times softer than usual, with just the right tremor, like a willow branch brushing against the water in spring.
Inside the door, Song Yunhe paused at the sound of the maid's voice. He realized with a start that he had been jostling in the carriage since morning, having only scrambled for a few pastries to fill his stomach. This reminder of his feelings sent a sudden, burning, empty feeling through his stomach.
"Come in."
The maid deliberately slowed down her movements as she pushed the door open. Her eyelashes were half-closed, and a few strands of hair fell from her temples, making her look particularly quiet and gentle in the candlelight.
Somehow, Song Yunhe saw the shadow of Qingwu in her. It was she who brought him a bowl of soothing porridge when he was studying hard late at night.
"Put it down."
He lowered his eyes and couldn't help laughing at himself. He didn't cherish it at that time, but he remembered it now.
Just as Song Yunhe was about to ask her to put down the bowl of porridge and leave, he caught a whiff of the refreshing scent of gardenias. The scent made him pause, and the ink spread across the rice paper in a dark cloud.
He looked up again, this time looking more carefully. The little maid's hair was loose today, with two gardenias pinned diagonally on her temples. Her collar had loosened by an inch, revealing a section of her snow-white neck.
This outfit was too deliberate. Song Yunhe narrowed his eyes and glanced at her trembling eyelashes, and he understood in an instant.
He couldn't help but sneer and said, "You are really persistent."
The mockery in the laugh was so thick that Dong Ning's heart instantly sank. But at this point, she had no way out. If she failed, she would be sold out if the lady found out.
After two breaths of silence, Dong Ning slowly raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes, "This servant... This servant just wanted to show some concern for my lord..."
Seeing that Song Yunhe didn't interrupt, Dong Ning continued, "In the past, Madam was very caring towards my husband, so naturally there was no place for me to show my abilities. But recently, I've noticed that Madam's attitude has suddenly changed, and my husband has felt quite wronged..."
If it was anything else, Song Yunhe would just be dismissive, but Dong Ning's words reminded him of Qingwu. Could even a maid notice such a big gap?
Seeing the wavering look on his face, Dong Ning took the opportunity to grab his hand and pressed it against her chest: "This servant knows that I am of low status... but just now I saw my husband coming back from outside, and the lady didn't even pay any attention to me..."
This sentence was like a knife stabbing into Song Yunhe's heart. The scene of Qingwu tidying up Xiao Ji's clothes, the scene of the two of them chatting and laughing, appeared in front of him again, and his knuckles tightened unconsciously.
Dong Ning cried out in pain, but she moved closer to him: "This servant has admired you for a long time, and I just want to care about you... This servant does not want any status..."
I have to say, this is exactly the look Song Yunhe likes the most: gentle, docile, considerate and caring towards him.
Then I thought of Xi Qingtong during the day...
The candle crackled and burst into sparks. Song Yunhe stared at Dong Ning for a few breaths, moved his hand that was pressed on Dong Ning's chest, and suddenly smiled.
"Okay, then take it off."
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