Cheng Qianye washed her hands in the basin, her face felt slightly hot.
The person on the bed, with tears on his face, fell into a coma. Cheng Qianye filled a basin with warm water, brought it to the bedside, and cleaned him up.
I didn't want to bully him, but his reaction was too cute and I couldn't help it and made him cry.
Cheng Qianye felt guilty for the bad things he had done secretly, so he became more gentle.
Mo Qiaosheng was awakened by the warm touch. He opened his eyes and saw what Cheng Qianye had done. His face instantly turned red and he reached out to struggle for the pure white towel in Cheng Qianye's hand.
Cheng Qianye grabbed his wrist and said, "What are you doing? You can't even use your strength. Just lie down and don't move."
She used the clean, soft towel to clean him carefully, then pulled the red quilt over him.
Have I gone too far
Cheng Qianye held up Mo Qiaosheng's face, took out a handkerchief from his arms, and wiped away the tears from his face.
"It's my fault. Don't cry. I won't bully you again."
Mo Qiaosheng held his head high and closed his eyes. For the first time in his life, he experienced the feeling of being carefully coaxed by someone.
I was treated so gently, but my master was obviously very excited, but he kept holding back.
Mo Qiaosheng stretched out his arm, which was weak from the effects of the drug, and pulled the quilt to his waist.
"Master, do you... do you need it?"
"What do you need?" Cheng Qianye didn't react for a moment.
Mo Qiaosheng's whole body turned red.
"Ah, no no no, it's okay, I don't need it."
Cheng Qianye pulled up the quilt and wrapped him tightly.
"I told you, never force yourself."
The head that emerged from the edge of the quilt had a red face: "Master, I volunteer, really."
Cheng Qianye lay down sideways next to Mo Qiaosheng, pulled another quilt and covered herself with it. She stretched out an arm and gently patted Mo Qiaosheng's back.
"I know you're willing to do anything for me, but deep down you don't like having sex with men, right?"
Mo Qiaosheng's head drooped into the quilt.
"It's okay, Qiao Sheng, I don't need you to do this deliberately. It's good for us to get along just like the way we do now." Cheng Qianye still patted him gently.
A muffled voice came from under the quilt: "When I was young, I saw a man bullying my brother in front of me."
Cheng Qianye sighed. She couldn't imagine what kind of childhood Mo Qiaosheng had. She could only pat his back gently and listen to his rare confession in silence.
"I killed the man myself, smashing his head with a rock."
"From then on, whenever a man did this in front of me, it would always make me sick and make me think of that time involuntarily. That scene seemed to be engraved in my heart and could never be erased."
Mo Qiaosheng didn't know why he could suddenly say so much, expressing the pain that he had always buried deep in his heart and never expressed out loud.
The hand that patted his back slowly soothed his heart. The man's voice slowly sounded, slowly diluting his darkest memories.
"From now on, I won't let you encounter this kind of thing again."
"You are tired. Don't think about anything. Just have a good sleep."
The occasional pats made Mo Qiaosheng relax slowly.
But Master, when you just... I didn't have time to think about anything.
The master may be a different being.
Mo Qiaosheng's eyelids gradually became heavy.
Just before he fell asleep, he vaguely heard a sentence.
"If I were a woman, would you like me?"
woman
If the owner is a woman...
Mo Qiaosheng had a bizarre dream.
In that dream, he was in a garden filled with thick fog. The owner's back always appeared not far in front of him, but he chased him desperately but could never catch up.
Master, master, wait for me.
He was extremely anxious.
Suddenly, the figure in front stopped and turned around. It was clearly the owner's face, but it was a woman's face. The beautiful woman smiled softly, stretched out her soft hand, touched his cheek, and called him gently.
"Qiaosheng."
…
Mo Qiaosheng rolled over from the bed, and found no one beside him. He gasped in panic, lowered his head and lifted the quilt to take a look, and found that he had actually had an unforgivable dream.
Fortunately, there was no one in the house. He quickly got up, found his clothes, and put them on, destroying the evidence of his treason.
When he walked out of the hall behind the screen, Cheng Qianye was already sitting at the table waiting for him.
Mo Qiaosheng thought of what happened last night and that absurd dream, and a suspicious red cloud flew across his face.
"Come, let's eat together." Cheng Qianye pointed to the round stool beside him.
Mo Qiaosheng hesitated.
"Sit down." Cheng Qianye said firmly.
Mo Qiaosheng sat down on a chair and felt at a loss when faced with the exquisite utensils in front of him.
"Eat, we'll eat together from now on. You have to get used to it as soon as possible."
Mo Qiaosheng pursed his lips, then finally reached out and picked up the bowl and chopsticks.
This was the first time he sat at the table and ate on an equal footing with others.
He lowered his head and ate rice without saying a word.
Cheng Qianye kept putting food into his bowl, "Eat more. You've been suffering recently, so make up for it quickly."
Mo Qiaosheng stopped eating rice, lowered his head and swallowed the food.
He said softly, "Why?"
"what why?"
Mo Qiaosheng stopped talking.
"Why am I nice to you?" Cheng Qianye touched his head, "Of course it's because I like you. You're so cute, where can I find someone as cute as you?"
Cheng Qianye put down his bowl and chopsticks: "I'm going to Princess Tianxiang, you eat slowly and have a good rest after dinner, your injuries are not healed yet."
"I will go with the master." Mo Qiaosheng stood up. "This place is full of dangers. How can the master be left alone?"
Afraid that Cheng Qianye would disagree, he added: "I have been recuperating for many days, and I am no longer restricted in my movements."
He used the days he was tied to the stable as a period of recuperation.
Cheng Qianye looked at his anxious expression, and thought of the bloody bandage when he changed his dressing last night. He sighed silently.
"Okay, let's go slowly. Even if something happens, don't be impulsive. Just follow my arrangements."
Inside Yao Tianxiang's house at this moment.
Yao Tianxiang was dressing herself in front of the mirror while listening to the maid's report.
"Soon after my son-in-law entered the house last night, he extinguished the candles. At midnight, he came out twice to ask for water, some medicine and bandages. He also ordered some food and drink. Now he is sitting face to face with the slave and having breakfast."
Yao Tianxiang pursed her lips and smiled: "It seems that he didn't coax me."
"She is but a lowly slave. You are too kind to her, sir."
"What do you know?" Yao Tianxiang picked out jewelry from her makeup box. "Only when you have feelings in your heart can you not care about the other person's identity."
She held up a ruby earring, looked at it in the light, and hung it on her jade-white earlobe. "If this man is a heartless and ungrateful person, I would not dare to trust him so much. I just want him to be more soft-hearted."
Cheng Qianye brought Mo Qiaosheng to the main room where Yao Tianxiang lived alone.
Yao Tianxiang had already washed and dressed, and was sitting in the house waiting for her in a radiant manner.
"Have you had breakfast?" Yao Tianxiang asked with a smile.
Cheng Qianye nodded, sat down beside her, and took the fragrant tea offered by the maid.
"How was last night?" Yao Tianxiang leaned over and nudged Cheng Qianye with her elbow, revealing a teasing expression, "I arranged it pretty well, didn't I?"
Cheng Qianye saluted with his hands crossed: "Thank you, Princess, for your concern for me, but please don't do this in the future."
She added solemnly: "Please don't do that to him."
"You are such a hypocrite. You are so rude after getting an advantage." Yao Tianxiang glanced at Mo Qiaosheng behind Cheng Qianye and whispered in his ear, "Look, he can't even walk steadily. It's all your fault."
Cheng Qianye choked on her tea. She found that she was unable to subdue Yao Tianxiang.
This person likes to wear red clothes, and even his soul is bright red.
Like the morning glow, like a blazing flame, it is gorgeous and unrestrained.
After the two men had finished their preparations, they led their attendants to pay their respects to Madam Ji.
One is as handsome as jade, the other is as beautiful as a fairy.
They walked hand in hand, touching each other's heads and whispering sweetly.
Everyone in the mansion was amazed when they saw them. They were truly a perfect match made in heaven. They made people envy them instead of envying the immortals.
Unexpectedly, Yao Tianxiang was standing next to Cheng Qianye and whispered, "I see this man is taller than you and his martial arts are obviously better than yours. You are not the one down there, are you?"
Cheng Qianye looked at Yao Tianxiang, who was dressed dignified and steady, but was unscrupulously telling dirty jokes.
The face that had been trying so hard to maintain its composure almost collapsed and broke into an uncontrollable smile.
Yao Tianxiang raised her little finger, which was as moist as green onions, and turned it, "So this is what you are?"
Cheng Qianye defended her dignity as a "husband," "Nonsense, I made him cry several times last night."
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