The frog soup that had been boiled for ten years was finally served, and Jiang Pengji naturally did not let Wei Ci go easily.
Wei Ci was also a young man, looking slender and weak, but after all, he was a man, so the situation was naturally not bad.
The two of them entangled with each other for a whole night, until the sky turned white, and the movement in the bedroom gradually stopped.
"I'm still taking a rest during the day. I want to sleep until I wake up naturally. Don't call me."
Jiang Pengji wrapped her arms around Wei Ci's neck, and let out a drowsy breath, two physiological tears squeezed out of the corners of her eyes.
"Would you like... Ci Huo people to buy hot water to wash?"
Jiang Pengji muttered, "Let's talk about it when you wake up, go to sleep now."
He was imprisoned in his arms like an octopus, closed his eyes and placed a pillow on his shoulder, finding a comfortable position.
Wei Ci tilted her head slightly, barely able to see her appearance through the tiny morning light that filtered through the window paper.
When he saw that the other party's lips were slightly red and swollen, and the shoulders exposed outside the quilt were dotted with hickeys and finger marks, he blushed suddenly.
Wei Ci raised her hand and pulled the quilt up, covering the traces of reverie.
When Jiang Pengji woke up, it was almost three quarters later, at one forty-five in the afternoon.
Wei Ci was still in a deep sleep, Jiang Pengji did not disturb him, she reached out and grabbed the clothes scattered by the bed and draped them over her shoulders at will.
Maybe it was because the movement was loud, Wei Ci woke up not long after, and saw Jiang Pengji sitting beside the bed getting dressed.
"Aren't you going to sleep for a while?" Jiang Pengji asked.
Wei Ci coughed and said, "It's time to call someone to buy things. If the lord goes out like this, I'm afraid everyone in the house will know."
He is not a person who likes to treat himself harshly. There are not only bathtubs but also special bathrooms in the house. To put it bluntly, it is a relatively large hot spring pool. In winter, you can have a drink or two while soaking in the hot spring, and look at the scenery of the courtyard outside the window, which is comfortable and enjoyable.
Jiang Pengji lay lazily beside the bathtub, her eyes half-closed, the steaming steam made her skin white and red, and her blood was bursting when she saw it.
Wei Ci thought of washing in the tub behind the screen, and just moved half a step, opened her eyes at Convenience, and there was a bit of threat in her eyes.
Seeing Wei Ci taking her steps back, Jiang Pengji closed her eyes lazily and muttered, "My hair is wet and uncomfortable—"
After a while, she found that Wei Ci had brought a wooden basin, filled it with clean hot water, and picked up her long scattered hair from the water.
Jiang Pengji will trim her hair regularly, but her hair is still very long, and it is time-consuming and laborious to wash. When she woke up in a daze, she found herself leaning on Wei Ci's knee, her long hair washed clean, and a pair of slender hands wiping the damp hair with a dry cloth.
Seeing her waking up, Wei Ci started to coil her long hair and fasten it with a hairpin.
Jiang Pengji smiled and stretched out his hand, sliding down his shoulder to his neck, his fingertips hooking his Adam's apple.
"You already washed my hair, or did you wrap the shower? Shouldn't that be arrogant?"
Wei Ci: "..."
By the time the two of them had finished their nonsense, half an hour had passed.
Jiang Pengji took off the clothes hanging on the hanger and made some gestures. She found that the clothes were determined according to her body shape.
"Zi Xiao is really a typical example of duplicity."
Jiang Pengji was lying on the screen "stealing" and watching Wei Ci put on his clothes one by one, with undisguised admiration in his eyes.
"What happened to Chi?"
"How come there are apron trousers suitable for me to wear in your house? You don't have any female family members in your house, so they didn't prepare them for me, so did they prepare them for you?" Jiang Pengji smiled and narrowed her eyes, "If you say this is not duplicity , then what is duplicity?"
"Ci is also a man, how can you not be tempted when facing a woman you admire?" Wei Ci said after a moment of silence, "Furthermore, the lord often lives in the mansion, and he always needs to prepare several sets of clothes in case of emergencies. If this is the case. If you can amuse the lord, this preparation will not be in vain."
Jiang Pengji complained, "I always feel that Zixiao has broken the seal."
The whole person is much bolder than before, and he is not so restrained when he looks at it. Are you ready to let yourself go
Facts have proved that she is the only one who can let go of herself, Jiang Pengji, and Wei Ci is still that Wei Ci.
There was a thick layer of snow hanging from the pine pines in the courtyard. Jiang Pengji was half-brooded by the window, and there was a fire next to it, but she didn't feel cold.
Wei Ci asked the kitchen to prepare rich meals and warm wine.
After eating and drinking, Jiang Pengji closed her eyes halfway, folded her hands on the back of her head, and her jet-black hair spread out like a waterfall.
"It's been a long time since I was so leisurely. I didn't get used to it for a while without official documents and vulgarities. Before Zixiao left office, how did you usually pass the time?" Jiang Pengji said, "If there is nothing to do, it would be boring to just sit, you say yes. Isn't it?"
Wei Ci said, "You can pass the time with tea and wine, chess, calligraphy and painting, or go out to visit friends and have a banquet."
Jiang Pengji said, "It sounds quite rich, I don't seem to have heard of Zixiao Fuqin."
Wei Ci took out a violin, burned incense and cleaned his hands, sat up and said, "What does the lord want to hear?"
"Can you still order music?" Jiang Pengji said with interest, "How about Feng Qiuhuang?"
Wei Ci's cheeks were slightly red, but she didn't object.
The melody is lingering and full of sobriety. Although Jiang Pengji does not understand the rhythm of the qin, she can also feel the fiery emotions conveyed by the sound of the qin.
"There is a beauty, and I will never forget it. If I don't see it for a day, I will think like crazy... If there is such a beauty in the world, it must be the appearance of Zixiao." Jiang Pengji can't play the qin and tune, but she remembers it and can endorse it. Ah, not only will she endorse her but also flirt with Wei Ci.
Wei Ci laughed dumbly and chose a few ancient songs with fresh and lively rhythms.
Jiang Pengji squinted for a while, and suddenly remembered what was wrong—
She forgot to open the live broadcast room today!
"Hopefully there's no fryer over there—"
She murmured with a smile, and opened the live broadcast room.
Don't have a fryer
it's out of the question! Jiang Pengji skipped work, and various popular platforms were once again paralyzed. Programmers sacrificed their boss and colleagues to the sky one after another, but still failed to restore the crashed server. It is said that many programmers began to worship Jiang Pengji secretly, asking for nothing but her diligent and diligent daily live broadcast, even if it takes a few days to stop, say hello in advance. They come and go every three to five, they really can't bear it.
Five million salted fish poured in quickly, and there were no vacancies in a second, and various barrages rushed towards Jiang Pengji.
Through these barrages, Jiang Pengji can also feel the worry, fear, and pitiful emotions of the salted fish.
Until a certain salted fish found the tricky.
[You Zitong]: Anchor, was your neck... bitten by a bug? Bite the veil and shed tears, tell the baby, this is not a hickey, right
Jiang Pengji took out a bronze mirror and took a picture, her brows raised slightly, but she did not hide it.
Everyone is an adult, and the wise people do not speak secretly.
At this time, the salted fish discovered that Jiang Pengji was dressed quite casually, with a strong laziness between her brows, a style of "after the fact".