Chapter 60 No Clothes
Seeing the girl's "wanton ridicule" like this, the boy naturally knew that his disguise had been seen through, and his chest, which had just bulged out a little, instantly deflated.
Xiao Ji pursed his lips and just stared at Qing Wu and smiled. His half-shy, half-annoyed look not only did not stop the girl in front of him, but made her laugh even more happily.
Seeing him laugh again, the young man was about to get angry and embarrassed, so Qing Wu hurriedly coaxed him, "Okay, okay, stop laughing and let's go to bed first."
Listening to these words that sounded like coaxing a child, Xiao Ji felt angry but also comforted. Before he could sort out his strange feelings, the wheelchair was pushed steadily to the bedside.
Seeing that he was still a little stunned, Qing Wu half-jokingly asked, "Liu Lang, do you want me to hold you?"
She had just looked at Xiao Ji for a few breaths, secretly thinking about this possibility, when he glared at her with his embarrassed and angry peach blossom eyes, "I can do it myself."
Although Xiao Ji had a broken calf, his other leg was fine and his arm was not broken either. He landed on one foot with the help of the handrail and then turned sideways. The shame and anger on his face faded in an instant and gradually returned to a calm expression.
Qingwu knew that this involved his injured leg, so she suppressed her smile and watched his every step with bated breath until he firmly supported himself on the bed frame, then she quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
She leaned over to move Xiao Ji's splinted leg, but he suddenly pressed the back of his hand. Meeting her puzzled eyes, Xiao Ji's Adam's apple rolled, and he turned away and coughed twice, "You need to take off your clothes first." As he finished speaking, his ears were already slightly red.
Speaking of taking off clothes, the boy couldn't help but think of his previous guess in his mind, but now looking at her, it seems that she has no intention in that regard. Xiao Ji's hand on the belt couldn't help but freeze.
In Qingwu's eyes, Xiao Ji's slow movements became an embarrassment of being unable to take care of himself.
She didn't think much about it, and her bare hands had already lightly pushed his hand away, her fingertips touching his waist: "Don't move, I'll do it."
The laces loosened in her hands in just a few seconds, and the speed was so fast that Xiao Ji resumed her reverie.
Sure enough, I still thought about it.
So when Qingwu took off Xiao Ji's outer robe and asked him if he wanted to take off his trousers, the young man nodded with a red face.
Qing Wu still didn't think much of it. After all, he had slept in just his underwear last night, so she just thought it was his habit. She undressed him, leaving him in only his shirt and underwear, then helped him lie down and covered him with the quilt before she went out to wash up.
But she never expected that as soon as she left the palace, Zhao Tong came in stealthily.
Seeing him, Xiao Ji smiled unhappily. Although his self-willed action just now turned out to be what he wanted, this man still deserved a lecture. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Zhao Tong coming towards him with a wink.
"My dear ancestors!" Zhao Tong lowered his voice, his smile almost reaching his ears. "Please stop scolding me. Just now, Madam washed your feet and rubbed your legs. Don't you understand what she meant?"
He rubbed his hands and chuckled, "Think about it carefully. These rough jobs should be done by us servants, but Madam insists on doing them herself—isn't it obvious that this is a marital affair? To be with you…"
Zhao Tong blinked ambiguously, and that expression made Xiao Ji want to punch him, but now it was obvious that he was relying on his master's injured leg and was fearless. Seeing his master's face darken, Zhao Tong immediately coaxed: "Do you know the way the lady looked at you? Oh, it was like that date paste cake, so sweet!"
Hearing this, Xiao Ji was very pleased and his expression eased a little, but he still gave Zhao Tong a sharp look: "Do you want me to say this? I know my limits."
As soon as the words fell, Xiao Ji saw a look of silence on Zhao Tong's face. His face suddenly became hot, but he still said stubbornly: "What's wrong? Is there any problem?"
Zhao Tong really didn't want to undermine his master's self-confidence. His master might be smarter in learning literature and martial arts, but he was obviously not as good as him, a eunuch, in getting along with girls.
He sighed and made a gesture to turn around and leave, "Since the master doesn't want to listen, then fine, I'll leave..."
I was counting in my mind, and sure enough, after taking two steps, I heard a voice behind me, "Wait."
Zhao Tong suppressed his laughter and slowly turned around, pretending to be puzzled and asked, "Master, do you have any other instructions?"
The next moment, a piece of clothing was thrown onto the bed. The owner of the bed said with a hint of anger, "Hurry up and tell me, don't waste time."
Oh, he didn't want to hear it just now, but he was afraid that it would really anger the master and delay the important work, so Zhao Tong stopped teasing him and said quickly like pouring beans: "Although it was the lady who took the initiative, the girl is thin-skinned, and you didn't win the lady's favor yesterday..."
Wait, something's wrong. Before Xiao Ji could interrupt, Zhao Tong had already finished the second half of his sentence, "Why don't you take the initiative tonight? Consummate your marriage with your wife soon?"
Xiao Ji was so absorbed in this sentence that he couldn't help but forget the inconsistency of the previous sentence—"How can I be so proactive? My legs are broken..."
Seeing that the master still didn't understand after talking about this, Zhao Tong was so anxious that he sighed deeply, clapped his hands, gritted his teeth, and came close to Xiao Ji, "Master..."
Hearing Zhao Tong's suggestion, Xiao Ji refused without a second thought: "How can a man do such a thing?"
Seeing that his master was so determined to save face, Zhao Tong remained silent for a moment and gave no more advice. Since his idea had already been made, he said, "It was my fault. This matter won't be too late once your leg is healed. As long as Madam isn't anxious, it'll be fine. Master, you can rest. I'll be waiting outside."
Zhao Tong left the inner room. No one tried to persuade Xiao Ji anymore, but Zhao Tong's unreasonable idea kept circling in Xiao Ji's mind...
As long as Madam is not in a hurry...
But the lady is anxious...
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Qingwu was already washing up over there. She didn't do any work today. She only washed her body but didn't wash her hair. After she quickly finished cleaning up, she was already filled with sleepiness.
She yawned and pushed open the wooden door of the dormitory. The candlelight flickered in the night breeze that sneaked in.
She rubbed her eyes and climbed onto the bed. Just like yesterday, she carefully stepped over Xiao Ji, casually lifted the quilt and was about to get in. Suddenly, she felt something was wrong in her peripheral vision. She raised her eyes and saw a large area of jade-white skin?
Qingwu thought she must be dazzled. She rubbed her eyes and looked carefully, and she really saw a thin but powerful body.
She subconsciously observed the deep concave collarbone, the two pink spots on the slightly heaving chest, the smooth and tough muscles, like pebbles polished by running water, and then looked down at the waist and abdomen...
!
"Ah!" Qing Wu's sleepiness disappeared instantly. She stared at Xiao Ji's uncovered body, her ears burning, "You, what are you..."
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