The waiting time of three days without eating or drinking was too long. Huarong looked like a drowning person, looking to Jiang Yunzhuo as a life-saving straw.
The cold rebuke brought her back to reality.
She was stunned for a moment, then let go of her hand and whispered: "I have overstepped my bounds, please forgive me, Third Young Master."
Her voice was hoarse and she hadn't gone out for three days. She was stabbed by the sun and burst into tears, feeling aggrieved and pitiful.
Seeing these tear-filled eyes, Jiang Yunzhuo's expression paused slightly, and his tone softened: "Why are you crying, are you hurt?"
The swollen face that was slapped has returned to normal. Huarong shook her head, lowered her eyes and said, "No, it's because the sun is too dazzling."
Jiang Yunzhuo took Huarong back to Zhixingyuan.
The courtyard had long prepared meat porridge that was ready for digestion. Hua Rong ate a large bowl of it. When she was taking a bath, Jiang Yunzhuo pressed her against the edge of the tub.
After not seeing each other for three days, Jiang Yunzhuo showed traces of gloom and irritability.
Huarong felt a little strange, and even forgot to resist, only stiffness remained.
In the end, most of the water in the tub spilled out, and the floor became very wet.
After sleeping all night, Hua Rong felt better. After getting up, Jiang Yunzhuo gave her a set of apricot-colored long skirts and said calmly: "Change into it and follow me out later."
This dress is made of excellent materials, with exquisite Chengyun embroidery on it. It is gorgeous and noble. It is not the dress I bought in a clothing store before.
Hua Rong felt curious and couldn't help but ask: "I already have enough clothes for you, why did the third young master buy more clothes for me?"
This dress is so luxurious, let alone others, even Huarong herself will feel deeply loved. But if Jiang Yunzhui really liked her, why would he let her be locked up in the woodshed for three full days?
Jiang Yunzhuo didn't answer. Huarong changed her clothes and put on all the accessories she bought before.
She was naturally good-looking, and she looked dazzling with just a little dressing up. If she hadn't been accustomed to lowering her head, she wouldn't have been able to tell that she was just an ordinary maid.
Jiang Yunzhuo shook his head, his eyes fell on Huarong's lips, and asked critically: "Why does your complexion look so bad?"
He was busy for a long time yesterday, and Hua Rong didn't sleep for long, so his complexion naturally didn't fully recover.
Huarong lowered her head and said, "This slave has no lipstick."
Whether she is a maid or an embroiderer, she has to work most of the time, and Huarong doesn't have spare money to buy rouge and gouache.
Jiang Yunzhuo said nothing more and went out with Huarong.
When passing through the hanging flower gate, a nurse came forward to stop him: "Madam has an order, the third young master cannot go out today!"
"Step aside!"
Jiang Yunzhuo ordered.
The nurse refused to let him go, so both sides started to fight.
Jiang Yunzhuo had a distinguished status, and the nursing staff did not dare to really hurt him. After half a stick of incense, Jiang Yunzhuo pulled Huarong onto the carriage.
Passing by a cosmetics shop, Jiang Yunzhuo bought a box of lipstick.
The lipstick is cherry-flavored and the color is as red and beautiful as a ripe cherry.
Huarong had never used this kind of thing before, and there was no mirror in the carriage. She carefully applied a little on her lips with her hands.
Just a little, her whole body became colored.
Jiang Yunzhuo felt that it was not enough, so he applied some with his hands. Before Huarong could escape, he held her chin and applied it to her lips.
Jiang Yunzhuo's fingertips were a little rough, but his smearing movements were very gentle, with some numbing itchiness.
Huarong froze, her eyelashes trembled, and she even stopped breathing.
The glossy lipstick coated Huarong's lips with luster, bright and moist, and the sweetness of cherries. Jiang Yunzhuo unconsciously got closer and closer.
Seeing that the two were about to kiss, Huarong reminded softly: "Third Young Master, your lipstick will be rubbed off."
