NOVPUBChapter 333: 333, Don’t Despise Him (3)_1
Chapter 333: 333, Don’t Despise Him (3)_1
A warmth filled An Man’s heart. She nodded, “I know.”
She had always known that her mother cared for her more than she did for Rong’er.
“Don’t worry about Xiang Yuan. If he bothers you again, just tell me, and I’ll have your father deal with it,” Zhou Qi reminded her.
An Man nodded, “Thank you, Mom.”
Zhou Qi sighed, “Azhe’s come back, but now you’re leaving.”
“Mom, don’t worry, I’ll be back,” An Man assured her. She bent over and gently hugged Zhou Qi. A glimmer of darkness flashed in her eyes.
As soon as she confirmed Jian Qing’s death, she could quickly return to Beijing.
Zhou Qi patted her on the back and did not say more.
…
In the Quan family mansion
Because of Quan Jingwu’s admonition, no one else revealed the news about Jian Qing and him being in the old mansion.
After dinner, the two of them lingered in the living room for a while before returning to their room.
Jian Qing had just come out of the bathroom after cleaning up, and sitting on the sofa was a certain gentleman.
She suddenly remembered a very important problem.
How was he going to shower tonight?
Fu Heng had repeatedly warned him about his wound not being able to touch water.
But considering his cleanliness obsession, it was clearly impossible not to let him take a bath.
“What are you thinking about?” Quan Jingwu put down the book in his hand and walked over.
Jian Qing looked up at him, sounding somewhat desolate, “Why don’t you skip showering tonight?”
Anyway, she wasn’t going to be disgusted by him.
Sure enough, this gentleman was still picky.
He shook his head, “It’s ok as long as it doesn’t affect the wound.”
Jian Qing was at her wits’ end, “How is it possible to shower without touching the wound?”
Quan Jingwu’s thin lips curved. He raised her chin with a light pinch, “Would you like to go to a little trouble and give me a hand?”
Catching the undertone of his words, Jian Qing felt thunder rolling in her mind.
“How could I help?”
This was wrong.
If she bathed him, she’d probably set him on fire, wouldn’t she?
“Hmm.” He tried to suppress his amusement and nodded.
“How about I wet a towel and give you a quick wipe down?” She looked up at him, suggesting. 𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑝𝘶𝘣.𝑐𝘰𝘮
Quan Jingwu raised an eyebrow and pulled her into the bathroom.
“No, I have a cleanliness obsession.”
As he said this, he closed the bathroom door.
Jian Qing scratched her semi-dry hair, wondering how to wipe him down.
“Sweetheart, you should start running the water first,” he looked down at the person in front of him, his eyes flashing with a tempting smile.
Following his instructions, Jian Qing filled the tub, then fetched a towel over.
She tossed the towel in the water, then lifting her hand, she started to unbutton his shirt.
The two were very close, able to clearly hear each other’s breath.
Quan Jingwu looked down at her small hands, busily working on his shirt. His heart ached seeing her delicate fingers, even though they only had faint traces from the medicine Fu Heng given her.
“All done.”
Under the light, his muscles were clearly defined, reflecting an enchanting sheen.
Quan Jingwu lifted his hands in cooperation, allowing Jian Qing to easily slip off his shirt. Then she squeezed out the towel.
Avoiding his wound, she carefully wiped his body, admiring his impressive physique, Jian Qing couldn’t help but marvel.
No matter how many times she saw it, it was still stunningly good-looking.
“Sweetie, you’re drooling,” he jeered, amusement flitting across his eyes.
Jian Qing reflexively touched her chin, realizing that he had tricked her.
She glared at him, “Big fraud.”
After washing his upper body, Jian Qing was stumped.
How was she supposed to clean the rest?
“Why don’t you handle the rest yourself?” She thrust the towel into his hand, suggesting.
Quan Jingwu saw through her thoughts, and tossed the towel back into the water. Then, he held onto her hand firmly.
“Sweetie, when you send a Buddha, send him to the west,” he joked, reminding her to finish what she started.
Jian Qing coughed lightly; her hand, held by him, felt slightly hot.
Forget it, if she was going to die of embarrassment, so be it.
Empty your mind, it was just a simple wipe-down.
With this thought, Jian Qing closed her eyes, and quickly began to unbuckle his belt.
Oh heavens, please spare her!
It really was a challenging task.
Her cheeks flushed despite her composed exterior. Quietly, she stood up.
“Sweetie, you’ve forgotten something,” he pulled her back down, teasing her with a smile at the corner of his lips.
“You’re blushing so hard.”
The deep magnetic voice echoed in the bathroom, dripping with a little charm.
Jian Qing’s fingers traced over his perfect abs. Her lips twitched a little.
This man did it on purpose, right?
She would teach him a lesson.
Her eyes glinted; she giggled mischievously, “Xiaojing, are you sure you want me to help you wipe down?”
Quan Jingwu’s lips twitched, not denying it.
Jian Qing’s lips curled, no trace of shyness visible.
Being cowardly definitely wasn’t her style.
It wasn’t a big deal; she had seen it before.
Stay calm, stay calm…
Only the briefs remained. Her fingers took hold of them, moving neither too fast nor too slow.
Quan Jingwu’s eyes darkened. His Adam’s apple bobbed.
Noticing his breathing getting erratic, Jian Qing chuckled. Despite her calm facade, her eyes gave her away.
She made a point not to look anywhere inappropriate during this time.
Jian Qing picked up the towel, calmly wiping him down.
Her slender fingers occasionally brushed his skin, causing the man’s eyes to become even deeper and more captivating.
She glanced inadvertently at a certain part of his body, panic flashing across her eyes for an instant.
Oh, dear…
“Alright, I’ll get you some clothes now.”
She dropped the towel, deciding to escape the suffocating bathroom.
Quan Jingwu grabbed her hand and stretched out his long legs to block her path.
“Xiaojing, it’s getting cold. You might catch a cold if you don’t wear your clothes,” she looked him in the eyes, seriously advising him.
Quan Jingwu leaned over, his lips close to her ear, “Sweetie.”
The husky voice carried an alluring flavor.
“…”
Jian Qing’s face turned crimson. She took a step back, “If you’re hot, then don’t wear clothes-just wrap a towel around yourself.”
Having said that, she grabbed a towel and went to wrap it around his waist.
If the conversation continued, she felt she wouldn’t be able to withstand it.
Quan Jingwu grabbed her wrist, snatched the towel, and tossed it into the bathtub.
“Sweetie.”
By the time they emerged from the bathroom, it had been an hour.
Jian Qing curled up on the bed, her hand holding the tablet stinging a little.
Damn it, he was completely shameless!
Next to her, a certain gentleman, who looked quite content, leaned in.
He took her hand, gently massaging it for her.
Jian Qing cast a sidelong glance at him and grunted unhappily.
Now he remembered to be courteous? He was such a beast in the bathroom just now, wasn’t he?
