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The bathroom was steaming, and the heat climbed to the top of his head. Zi Ning was busy inside and out, and his face was flushed from the smoke.
Yanji moved a bit, and raised her leg to signal for her to go out first. Zining glanced at him quietly, with wet hair hanging on his shoulders, he closed his eyes and said nothing.
But Zi Ning was neither afraid nor panicked.
She has seen him like this many times, a normal man, she understands it perfectly.
After taking a shower and calming down for a while, he will be fine. At most, he will wash his underwear one more time tomorrow.
Yan Ji is rarely a person with strong abstinence.
About a quarter of an hour later, Zi Ning went in tacitly, flushed him with water, rinsed off the foam from his body, wiped his hair and body, applied moisturizing balm, and put on soft white underwear for him.
Yanji was used to being pampered and dignified, so she stood there with her hands and legs up, allowing her to serve herself carefully.
Afterwards, Zi Ning took him to the table and let him dry his hair, and when he had time, he went back and took a wash with his water.
She washed very quickly, put on clean clothes and washed his underwear, Yanji's hair was still not dry when she came out.
His long hair was curly and slightly wet, and he sat under the lamp and slowly wiped his sword. His eyes were bright and gentle, like the surface of a lake flickering with fire.
His handsome face softened because of this.
Zi Ning thought for a moment.
People in Jianghu say that the wife of a swordsman is a sword. This may not be true.
Yan Ji put away his sword and put it back into its sheath, he went to bed and fell asleep with the sword on his head.
Qian Bi left a pot of tea on the table and left.
Zining slept on his footrest.
Serving tea, pouring water and putting it in the cage has nothing to do with her, only serving her personally, which has always been her. Perhaps Yan Ji arranged it this way because seeing her was the most pleasing to the eye.
But he didn't go beyond her, even if he couldn't sleep sometimes.
Like today.
He tossed and turned three or four times in bed, unable to fall asleep.
Zi Ning lay on the pedals wrapped in a quilt, silent.
Finally, he took a long breath, couldn't bear it anymore, and whispered a slightly hoarse word: "Bu."
Zining lifted the quilt and got up, wearing thin obscene clothes, put on slippers to get a towel.
Yanji closed her eyes and listened to her footsteps in the dark, feeling filthy. But he needs her by his side, and it can only be her.
He could still feel her hand, wrapped in foam, sliding across his body.
Wherever they pass, it is as hot as a fire.
She stumbled in the dark and took the cloth and ran back, breathing thinly, very quietly, and handed him the handkerchief.
He took it over without making a sound.
She was behind him, she was watching him, waiting for him.
Yanji's eyes were red, and he arched his back like a shrimp.
Zi Ning stood behind him, silently, and didn't know what she was thinking.
Yanji turned over again, lay on his back, propped up one leg, and whispered: "Go to sleep."
Zi Ning was very obedient, and she knew it would not be so fast, so she answered softly, lay down on the footrest under the bed again, and waited with her eyes open.
Yanji turned over, faced outside the bed and looked at her back, her eyes were red.
Zi Ning was lying on the connected carved footrests, as if aware of the torch-like gaze behind her, her whole body was numb, stiff and motionless.
Yanji opened her eyes, stared at the long black hair at the back of her head, and the small section of white neck slightly exposed under the placket, and swallowed.
After a long time, Zi Ning moved.
No matter how handsome the appearance, no matter how noble and indifferent the demeanor, he is a warrior after all.
Why has there been no movement, is the master asleep
Yanji saw that the tips of her ears were turning red.
Lying on the side of the bed and staring at her closely, suddenly his heart moved, he wiped the sweat from his forehead and threw it out, and it landed on Zi Ning's side face with a thud.
She turned her head in surprise and reached out to touch it.
She sat up: "Master"
Yanji was lying flat, her face narrowed, her eyes bright as if they were on fire.
His clothes were slightly open, his trousers were rolled up, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's too hot."
Zi Ning was dumbfounded.
It was the first time he cried out for heat at night.
Is it because the quilt she spread is too thick? Or the pajamas don't fit right? After serving the master for so long, I still can't do a little thing well
Zi Ning clenched his fists nervously, his cheeks were flushed, he didn't say any more, and wiped his face.At night, I got up and wiped him with water.
When wiping his stomach, Yan Ji hid for a while, put up a leg to block it, and took the wet cloth: "I'll do it."
I can't let her do it again
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