Chapter 6 Mr. Bath gives him a nice wash

When he said this, Pu Tingsong had already found clothes and led him inside.

Jiang Qiyan raised his head slightly and his eyes fell on the gentleman's fingers.

The gentleman's finger bones are evenly shaped and his nails are neatly trimmed, and it is obvious that he takes good care of them regularly.

The temperature of the gentleman's fingertips was a little cold, probably because it was cold and because I was holding his little hand, it was exposed to the air and cooled by the cold wind that sneaked in through the window gap.

Suddenly, the moment he realized this, Jiang Qiyan wanted to let go.

His little hands were wrapped, so they weren't cold, because the temperature of the master's palms was very warm.

But the back of my hand and fingertips are cold.

"Come here," Pu Tingsong sat beside the couch, looked at him and smiled, "Aren't you going to help me change it?"

"Here," Pu Tingsong picked up the belt and handed it to him, and even squeezed his fingers to let him hold it tightly, "The belt is yours."

"The belt has been given to him." These words seemed to be entrusting him with some important task, and Jiang Qiyan instantly felt a sense of mission.

"Sir, give me the belt," Jiang Qiyan repeated in her heart, clenched her hands, and moved closer solemnly, looking straight at Pu Tingsong's waist that looked very strong, and carefully untied the belt.

Pu Tingsong spread his legs, and the little rabbit, which was easily frightened, stood between his legs, and he laughed.

The little rabbit was dazed and had no idea of ​​the danger. If he closed his legs, his little Qiyan would be trapped inside, with no way to escape.

But he would not close his legs. Just like a good animal trainer who knows how to stretch and relax at the right time, Pu Tingsong would carve the right measure into every movement.

He would teach his little Qiyan little by little how to get close to him.

Jiang Qiyan carefully folded the master's belt and placed it beside the bed, then looked up at the master, waiting for the next instruction.

But when he raised his eyes, his look became flustered.

The gentleman sat back, keeping a little distance between him and himself.

Does the gentleman not like his approach? But the gentleman clearly has a smile in his eyes...

Jiang Qiyan suddenly wanted to, really wanted to touch his husband to see if he really didn't like it.

But he still didn't dare and was still hesitant.

The little hand trembled and raised it a little.

I really want to touch...

But the little hand only raised a finger's length and then quickly retracted.

No, the gentleman might get angry...

Jiang Qiyan felt that the teacher was looking at him, and his gaze moved from his hands to his head.

Soon, he heard a chuckle, "What?"

The big hand grasped his tiny wrist, "Want to touch it?"

His face quickly turned red, and the gentleman grabbed his hand and pressed it directly on his waist!

"how?"

A buzzing sound.

His mind went blank at first, and he stepped back subconsciously, wanting to escape.

Then he felt the scalding temperature from his palm, and he didn't know why, but he couldn't move his feet.

"Warming your hands on my waist, you really enjoy it?"

Jiang Qiyan's heart was beating like a drum, and he secretly looked into his husband's eyes.

The gentleman was laughing, and there was no intention of blaming him. Instead, he was looking at him as if he was watching a play.

The gentleman is making fun of me. The moment this thought came to his mind, Jiang Qiyan let go of Pu Tingsong's abdominal muscles and tried to leave between Pu Tingsong's legs in panic.

Pu Tingsong did not stop him, but stood up, took off his loose coat and put on a new one.

Jiang Qiyan stood not far away, and his eyes couldn't help but drift towards Pu Tingsong.

Mr.… looks so lonely.

Your father was executed when you were nine years old. You have been living alone for these years, right?

He lives alone, eats alone, and faces the bloody storm in the court alone.

Maybe... he shouldn't have run away. He shouldn't have left the gentleman alone.

Pu Tingsong turned his back and was adjusting his inner collar when he suddenly felt something soft touching his leg.

Pu Tingsong lowered his head slightly and glanced to the lower right.

The child held his new coat in one hand and had his other arm around his knee.

Her little face was still pressed against the outside of his leg. No wonder it felt so soft.

Pu Tingsong touched his head in a good mood, took the coat and put it on.

Jiang Qiyan stole a few glances and knew that the master was happy.

If this can make Mr. happy...

Jiang Qiyan was thinking secretly, and was so absorbed in thought that he didn't even know when he was picked up.

By the time I realized what was happening, I had already arrived at the dining room. Maybe it was because the servants were careless, but there was only one chair in front of the dining table.

Is it because he just arrived and was ignored?

It doesn't matter. I'm used to not being noticed anyway.

When his mother died, his father told him, "I thought you were gone with her."

From that day on, my father never asked him about anything again and truly treated him as a dead man.

He moved in with his new mother, thinking that if he behaved better, she would treat him well.

The new queen mother was very kind to him when she was still his aunt.

My aunt used to buy him a lot of little gadgets.

But why did the aunt become indifferent to him after she became the queen mother?

As soon as he got close, his aunt went crazy and beat him, and also forced him to be buried with her sister.

After that, my aunt stopped beating him.

But it was replaced by a cold voice, "I don't want to care about him."

Jiang Qiyan felt sad again. He didn't understand why he was so strong but became as weak as water when he got close to his master.

In short, he cried again, silently, and even his tears fell carefully, staying in his eyes until he could no longer hold them back before they overflowed.

When the tears accumulated a lot, they fell in a long string, and the person began to tremble, as if he was extremely sad and couldn't be sadder.

Pu Tingsong originally wanted to pick up the chopsticks, but after hearing him crying like that, he had no choice but to take his hand back and wipe his tears with his sleeve.

"Why are you crying again? Don't you like your husband hugging you?"

"Alright, alright, stop crying, dear Qiyan. You've cried enough today, you can't cry anymore," Pu Tingsong turned him over, held him on his lap and coaxed him, "The clothes I just changed into are going to get soaked in water again. If you keep crying like this, I will have no clothes to wear sooner or later..."

"Alas," it was a light sigh, Pu Tingsong rubbed his face, "I don't like the sir to hold me, sir, can you ask someone to add a chair?"

How could I not like it? Jiang Qiyan shook his head and looked at his teacher with tears in his eyes, "No. I like it..."

"Why are you crying so hard if you like me? You're not too moved." Pu Tingsong gently pinched his nose and said, "Let me make three rules. From now on until the end of the meal, you are not allowed to shed tears. Come on, pull the hook."

The gentleman's little finger was bent into a hook, right in front of him, waiting for him to hook his little finger onto it.

Actually, I want to cry for a while, but I want Mr.'s fingers more...

Jiang Qiyan's tears gradually stopped and she hooked her little hand up.

"Children should be honest and not cry if the hook is pulled," Pu Tingsong took chopsticks and a bowl and fed him.

He nestled in his husband's arms, trying hard to hold back his tears and eating his meal obediently.

When his stomach was full again, the husband tapped his head and said, "Okay, you can cry now."

Jiang Qiyan didn't cry, he smiled.

She smiles beautifully, revealing her pointed little teeth, which are very white and clean.

The master treated him very well. So the past is over.

If they don't want him, then he doesn't want them either. He just wants his husband.

He only wants sir.

It seemed that from this moment on, there was nothing else in Jiang Qiyan's eyes.

There was only the gentleman's face in his pupils, and his gaze was always on the gentleman, either on a piece of clothing or on one of his facial features.

After dinner, the husband carried him back to the room. There was a bathtub filled with hot water behind the screen, with white mist rising from it.

He opened his hands obediently and let the master strip him naked, leaving nothing on.

Pu Tingsong looked at him from head to toe with a scrutinizing gaze.

The baby is born soft and sticky, and the flesh on his body is like a sticky dumpling. It should be fun to pinch it.

The white body was completely exposed and was seen by the master.

Jiang Qi realized belatedly that he had said this and felt a little ashamed. His toes began to curl up unconsciously, and the cool air touched his skin, giving him goose bumps.

"Sir..." he called tremblingly.

Not only because of the cold, but also because of a little inexplicable fear.

——It’s so similar. The way the gentleman looked at him just now was so similar to the way he once looked at the doll given by his aunt.

At that time, he also took off the puppet's clothes with great interest, looked at it over and over again, caressed every inch of its skin, and then changed its clothes one after another without getting tired of it.

Until later, he got tired of playing with the doll and his aunt gave him a new one, and he never touched that doll again.

Now, he didn't even know whether the doll had been cleaned up or was left somewhere gathering dust.

Sir...you will get tired of him sooner or later, right?

Jiang Qiyan began to feel uneasy again and he grabbed his teacher's sleeve.

Pu Tingsong said nothing, but picked him up and put him into the bathtub.

The water was quite deep and he was too small to touch the bottom even if he stood on tiptoe.

He was so panicked that he grabbed the sleeve tightly. It was his only support now. If the master pulled away the sleeve, he would drown in the barrel.

"Are you that scared?" He asked in a joking tone.

So... everything just now was an illusion. The gentleman is still the gentle and thoughtful gentleman.

Jiang Qiyan breathed a sigh of relief and responded in a soft voice, "Well... sir, help me..."

"Okay," Pu Tingsong smiled even more deeply. He held his hips with one hand to support him and prevent him from sinking further. With the other hand, he held the soap nuts to make bubbles all over his body.

In fact, there is a bathtub specially for children in the house, and that bathtub is much shorter than this one.

Pu Tingsong's vision was obscured by the mist, and was dim and unclear.

But if I use that, how can Xiao Qiyan realize that I am his only support?

——You are in the water, drifting and ready to sink to the bottom at any time.

Pu Tingsong's smile was mixed with many unclear meanings.

——You can only have a chance to surface if you take the initiative to ask me for help or hold my hand tightly.

Jiang Qiyan was blinded by the mist and couldn't see how complicated the look in his husband's eyes was.

The gentleman's hands caressed him gently, washed off the bubbles, and rubbed his already clean body carefully.

The gentleman's hand was very light and he actually enjoyed it. He hugged the gentleman's left arm and fell asleep.