Wei Cheng didn't lie to her, and the smell of steaming egg-fried rice filled her nostrils. Her stomach growled with hunger, and she stared at the porcelain bowl on the table with longing eyes. A pair of ivory bras rested peacefully on the edge of the bowl, which had just been fried. The owner of the meal was not in a hurry to eat. He threw the water-stained handkerchief to her and said, "Wipe your hands."
She wiped her hands with the warm and moist handkerchief. He took the handkerchief she had wiped and casually wiped the fumes from her hands. The handkerchief was thrown into the silver basin and splashed out. There was a splash of water.
The man lifted up his clothes and sat down behind the case. There was a volume of "Fang Hai Fang Zhi" in his hand. He opened a page casually, put his arms on the soft pillow, leaned against the desk and read casually.
It wasn't until she had a cup of tea that Shen Yinxiao almost felt like his days were like years, and his eyes were filled with stars. Then he seemed to remember that there was someone sitting next to him who was also hungry. Shi Shiran raised his head from the book and glanced at her leisurely. , half-smiling: "You eat first."
As soon as she finished speaking, she rudely picked up the rice and took a few mouthfuls with her chopsticks. After taking a few big mouthfuls, she didn't feel as hungry as before. Then she suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have eaten much all day. Holding the chopsticks, he said awkwardly: "Then I'll eat, what will you eat?"
"I'll leave some for you. You don't mind eating the rest." She licked her lips and said coquettishly.
Wei Cheng didn't answer and continued to read. Shen Yinxiao thought he agreed and finished almost half of the meal. Knowing that he had a big appetite, he left more than half for him. She also wiped the chopsticks and the rim of the bowl before giving it to him. Come to him.
Wei Cheng silently picked up the half bowl of rice in front of him and ate it all in three mouthfuls, without wasting any of it.
The bath water had been boiled in the kitchen a long time ago. Wei Cheng carried the hot water into the bathroom and poured the water.
Relatives, enemies, and unrelated people were endlessly involved in the light and shadow of swords. They came back and forth in his mind like a revolving lantern. He let his hair loose, took off his clothes, stepped into the bathtub, put his right arm on the edge, closed his eyes and leaned back.
The steaming water overflowed from the edge of the bathtub, and the rushing water waves washed away the white marble floor tiles on the ground layer by layer. The water was hot, but my heart was cold.
There was a voice at the door, and he opened his eyes. It was Shen Yinxiao.
"The wounds on your hands must not be exposed to water." She held a pile of clean men's clothes, knelt down by the pool, and said in a low voice, "I'll help you wash them."
Although this was not the first time that the two of them met sincerely, her face was still burning and she turned her head away from him. He stretched out a hand towards her. She was stunned and moved a few steps forward.
The wet hand reached forward and pulled her over.
The water made a splashing sound and water droplets splashed everywhere. She let out a low cry and fell into the pool, falling into his naked and muscular arms.
"Be careful with your hands!" She was so frightened that she did not forget to remind him that the wound should not be exposed to water.
He had already moved his right hand back without leaving a trace at the moment she fell into the water, avoiding the water curtain. She lay tightly on his shoulder, choked on her saliva, and started coughing with a red face.
He picked her up from his arms and patted her on the back: "How come you can choke in such deep water and not swim?"
There is little water in the north, unlike the big rivers in the south, and there are few people who know how to swim. She shook her head, panting slightly, and leaned on his shoulder.
"I'll teach you later." He couldn't help laughing.
Seeing him gloating about his misfortune, she bit her lip: "I'm so kind to help you take a bath, why are you dragging me into the water?"
The dragon living in the room was as warm as the spring in March, and the clothes were naturally thin. After being soaked in water, they became even thinner than cicada wings, clinging tightly to the jade-colored skin, making it uncomfortable.
The woman's fragrance mixed with water vapor came faintly, and his Adam's apple rolled. He lowered his head and bit her shoulder. He restrained his strength and licked gently, and his lips and tongue ran along her shoulder blades to the knot on her chest. Putting it on, the tip of the tongue nimbly bit open the knot, and took off all the clothes that had fallen off, like peeling an onion, exposing the tenderest white flesh layer by layer.
Shen Yinxiao stiffened, and the hand supporting him seemed to be frozen.
"What's wrong?" The man noticed her discomfort, raised his head and rubbed the tip of her nose. Their breaths intertwined. As they spoke, the muffled vibrations in their chests came from time to time. She curled up tighter and shook her head. :"nothing."
She has finished taking the anti-pregnancy medicine. If she does it again today and there is no medicine, she will not worry.
No matter what Wei Cheng said, she didn't want to take risks.
He looked at her features closely, his eyes were dark and unclear, as if he wanted to see through all her thoughts. After a while, he raised the corners of his lips and smacked her lips lightly.
"Didn't you just say that you would help me wash it? How can you help me wash it when you are so far away from me?" He supported her and let her sit on his lap, changing into a more comfortable position. "That middle coat It’s torn and stained with blood, so it can’t be worn anymore. You can make me two more sets, and I’ll use Soluo. The one you made is more comfortable.”
She lowered her eyes: "Okay, I will go back to buy fabrics tomorrow..."
"Just do it here. Someone will deliver it tomorrow. You don't have to go out and buy it." He brushed away the broken hair stuck to her forehead: "Your store is not in a hurry these days. It is important to make my clothes first."
She had almost forgotten that the man in front of her was still the upstart man in the court who would bow to his orders as soon as he gave them. Suddenly, such an unquestionable tone rang in her ears, and she suddenly woke up.
"But..." She was unwilling to be ordered like this. She clearly had a home but couldn't go back. Wasn't this a hint of being under house arrest? She stepped back a little, holding on to the pool wall to stand up, so as not to appear too passive when she was condescending: "I can do it at home. Maybe I can do better when I go home! I'm the only one here. Man, no one is talking to me yet, you are under house arrest!”
Wei Cheng raised his hand and pulled her down and sat back on his lap. He didn't know what he bumped into. He paused and moved her without leaving a trace. He grabbed her waist with his left hand and pulled her away. Confined in his arms: "If you don't mess with it again, you will eat three carrots tomorrow."
She hates eating carrots.
Seeing that she was really shocked, Wei Cheng pulled up her ironed and wet hair, took out a hairpin and fixed it on the back of her head, and said in a low voice: "Be good, I'll go do some things these two days, and I'll come back in two days. You go back."
People had to bow their heads under the eaves, so she nodded.
Seeing her staring blankly at the water, slightly lost in thought, he raised the corners of his lips in a funny way, "Didn't you say you want to make clothes for me? Don't you want to help me measure the size?"
Her face was hot, "What's the... size? It's not like I've never made your clothes before. I remember your size."
He squeezed his hand and put it on his body: "I've eaten a lot recently and it's very tight."
Her body became stiffer and stiffer: "Don't move, I'll measure it."
