Jiang Suizhou didn't even notice Huo Wujiu's reaction, he only felt that the leg covered under his hands was very cold.
He tentatively rubbed, then rubbed a few more times on the leg. The muscles under the palm of his hand were very hard, and it took a lot of effort to knead it, but it seemed that he gradually warmed up with his movements.
Jiang Suizhou's eyes lit up.
"Is this better?" He raised his head and asked Huo Wugui.
But seeing Huo Wujiu sitting there with a cold face, he didn't speak.
… Is this better or not
Jiang Suizhou had no idea for a while, and his subordinates rubbed Huo Wujiu a few times.
At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, and involuntarily pulled his hand out of the quilt.
Jiang Suizhou was startled, and saw those dark eyes, looking at him coldly.
"What's the mess?" Huo Wujiu frowned.
Jiang Suizhou was taken aback by him, and quickly withdrew his hand.
This... just rubbed his leg a few times, why did he get angry!
Jiang Suizhou was taken aback before he could react.
Forgot... He still has a disability on his leg, and if he doesn't like being touched by others, he must have scratched the tiger's beard.
For a while, Jiang Suizhou was at a loss.
Secretly annoyed, he didn't notice, Huo Wujiu on the bed supported his body strenuously and turned sideways slightly.
Next to him, Meng Qianshan had led a group of maids, and found Lady Tang for Huo Wujiu, stuffed it into his quilt eagerly, and then retreated together.
Jiang Suizhou also stood up.
"... I'm sorry." He paused and said. "I didn't mean to touch your leg just now."
Huo Wujiu on the bed opened his mouth when he heard this, as if to say something.
After a while, he lowered his eyes and whispered: "It's okay, go to sleep."
Jiang Suizhou breathed a sigh of relief when he said this.
Although the tone is still quite blunt... However, it should mean you don't care about it, right
He is not afraid of others being angry with him, he is afraid of this ancestor. After all, unlike others, this ancestor became angry, but it was fatal.
Thinking about this, Jiang Suizhou responded, and was about to return to his couch, then turned around and said, "This couch is a little closer to the window, shall you go to bed?"
Hearing this, Huo Wujiu only closed his eyes and did not respond to him.
This is what it means to be unwilling to change.
Although Jiang Suizhou was still a little worried, he couldn't force him to move to the bed. Seeing that the bedding on his body was thick and strong, it would be useful if he thought it would be, Jiang Suizhou didn't insist on it anymore.
He went back to the bed, changed his robe, and lay back under the quilt.
Before closing his eyes, he did not forget to remind Huo Wugui: "If it hurts again, just call me."
Huo Wujiu said nothing.
Jiang Suizhou had long been accustomed to a unilateral conversation with this Mu, and after speaking, he closed his eyes again.
Huo Wujiu, who was sitting on the couch, didn't move at all.
Huo Wujiu raised his hand and lifted the quilt covering his lap until the breathing on the bed calmed down, thinking that the person was asleep, and dragged out the hot soup ladies by the way.
It was thick and heavy, covering a few stove-like things, as if for fear that he might not be familiar with his legs.
Sure enough, that stupid thing from Meng Qianshan did it.
Huo Wujiu didn't want to admit that all the warmth brought by such a heavy bedding and a pile of hot soup ladies was actually comparable to the hand that was not above, rubbing awkwardly on his leg a few times.
It's just that the feeling brought by that hand is a bit complicated. In addition to warmth, something else was added, which made him feel a little flustered and wanted to run away immediately.
Even so scared King Jing.
Huo Wujiu's complexion was not very good-looking, and several Tang Pos were thrown out of the quilt.
Until he came across a fluffy thing.
Just now Jiang Suizhou stuffed it in.
He paused, let go of the little white rabbit, put the quilt back, and let the little thing snuggle against his legs, warming him softly.
But something seems to be missing.
After a while, Huo Wujiu tentatively put his hand in the bedding, put it on his leg, and rubbed it a few times.
…It's useless at all.