Rong Wan brought the protagonist back to his room, he was not exposed to the rain, and his body was dry, but the protagonist was like a drowned rat, with a blood-stained shirt stuck to his chest, and short black hair that kept dripping. Before entering his room, Jin Zhao hesitated, looked down at the dirt he stepped on the carpet, feeling a little uneasy.
But Rong Wan didn't care at all, "Come in, don't be in a daze." He pulled him straight into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with hot water.
The room where the protagonist lived was not occupied by anyone before, so there was no bathtub installed. It was late at night, and it was not easy to ask the servants to clean up other rooms, so he washed in his room.
Jin Zhao sat down against the edge of the bathtub, watched the general test the water temperature with his hands through the dense heat, and still felt like he was in a dream. Why are you so nice to him, why are you still so nice to him after seeing his dark side? The joy in his heart was trembling, which made his blood still rush very fast.
Perhaps his eyes were too focused and eager, Rong Wan suddenly raised his head—
Jin Zhao quickly looked away, his black eyelashes hastily covered all his emotions.
Being able to stay with the general is now the greatest blessing for him. Naturally he wanted this man, all the time. He even wants to drive everyone else away from this person, so that this person can only see him and only him... But before he is not sure whether it will arouse the disgust of the general, he must hide his dirty thoughts. good.
With these dark little thoughts in his heart, he was walking on thin ice more than before.
"Okay, the water temperature is almost there." Looking at the protagonist, Rong Wan felt that he seemed to be returning to the lair, a young beast who was cautious no matter what he did, and was trying to tilt his head to prevent the water droplets from his hair from dripping onto the floor , can't help being funny and bitter.
So he casually dragged his bath towel off the tiles on the wall, walked up to the protagonist, wrapped his head around his head, and wiped him off.
Jin Zhao suddenly stopped breathing.
His view was blocked by the big bath towel, and he could only see the fifth button on the general's pajamas near his belly—even the buttons on the general's clothes were fascinating.
The smell of the general was all over the sky, he didn't dare to breathe, he was afraid that his breath would be too heavy to expose something, but he couldn't help but want to inhale the smell of the general into his nose and throat.
He felt really sick.
How could he let this man do it for him when he should have done it himself? But he couldn't help wishing that this person would continue to be gentle like this, he was greedy for these gentleness.
Rong Wan wiped the protagonist's hair meticulously, first brushed the top of the head twice, then wrapped it with a towel, pinched the ends of the hair to absorb the water droplets. Naturally, there is no way to dry it all at once, so I can only let the protagonist dry it after taking a shower.
After finally wiping, he threw the wet towel aside and looked at the wound on the protagonist's palm. Fortunately, the protagonist's healing ability is fast enough, so there should be no major problems.
"Take off your clothes and take a shower."
But the protagonist hangs his head, motionless, his whole body is as stiff as a slate, his fingers are digging at the edge of the bathtub, glowing red.
Just when Rong Wan thought that he was injured somewhere, so that it was not easy to unbutton his shirt and step into the bath, and was about to help him take it off—the thought changed, and Rong Wan realized his reaction, his face flushed suddenly. I am still here, the protagonist is of course embarrassed to take off his clothes! Before he realized it, he looked at the protagonist as if he was looking at Fangzheng's small characters, open and frank, but once he realized something, the atmosphere suddenly became subtle.
After enduring the hot steam in the bathroom, he hurriedly put various shower gels and clean new pajamas aside, then turned and went out.
After a while, there was the sound of rushing water in the bathroom.
The faint smell of blood was washed away and replaced by the smell of fragrant shower gel.
**
After letting go, I also changed into my pajamas outside, closed the window, turned on the bedside lamp, and got into the quilt to lie down. In fact, he didn't pay attention to the expression on his face in the bathroom just now, or deliberately made his voice cold, but he was not punished by the rules—
Rong Wan: "Why?"
He had already noticed that as the protagonist stayed by his side longer, he occasionally did not completely act according to Zhu Yasushi's frosty face, but his temples seldom tingled again. But this is only for the protagonist, not for other people. If he doesn't look tense in front of those servants, he will still be punished for violating the character of the character.
After analyzing the system, he said: "The rules are judged according to other people's existing impressions of Zhu Jing. Zhu Jing has always been cold and serious in front of others, so if he violates that impression and makes others feel strange, the rules will punish you. But as far as the protagonist is concerned, he has never seen the real Nagisa—”
That is to say, the protagonist saw him from the beginning to the end, and the initial impression of him was based on rumors, and as long as he violated the rumors, he would be punished. However, as the protagonist stays with him for a long time, his image in the protagonist's heart gradually becomes three-dimensional, and he will not violate his own character, so he will not be punished again.
In other words, when others see him, they see Zhu Jing through him.
And the protagonist looks at him, but just looks at him.
After clarifying this point, Rong Wan also breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know whether to say that the rules were strict enough, or that the rules were still humane. If he must always be Zhu Yasushi in front of the protagonist, maybe he and the protagonist can't reach this step yet.
**
The protagonist took a long time to wash, and he was almost drowsy when he was done, so he came out of the bathroom and put on clean pajamas. Only the warm light in the bathroom was on, and when Rong Wan opened his eyes, he saw that the protagonist was no different from a well-clothed and well-fed young man after washing—except for the slightly scary mask on his face.
The protagonist walked over, with a slightly hoarse voice in his throat: "General, I'm done washing."
He hasn't spoken for a long time, both his tone and voice are a bit strange, but not unpleasant. But he himself seemed to feel that his speech was not pleasant, so he seldom uttered a sound in front of Rong Wan. Even when he spoke, he did so slowly and tried his best to speak clearly.
After Rong Wan knew that the rules were no longer restricted in front of the protagonist, the expression on his face became much more relaxed, and under the reflection of the bedside lamp, he could even be called gentle.
He was half lying down, beckoned, and said to the protagonist in a warm voice: "Come here, and apply the medicine for you."
Jin Zhao was taken aback for a moment.
Rong Wan thought he didn't hear clearly, and repeated again: "Apply medicine, come here."
This is the first time Jinzhao has seen the general look so gentle—it is unbelievably soft, those light brown eyes are shining brightly, and the voice is not like the general's usual, just like a caress, spinning and falling on Jinzhao's heart , seems to be able to wipe out all the resentment and sorrow in his heart.
Imaki felt like he was in a dream like never before—
His heart trembled fiercely, and he was so happy that he thought sadly, could he also get these happiness? Can he really? He even felt that this was the happiest moment since he was born, and he couldn't imagine anything that would make him happier than now.
Before his brain gave the command, his legs had already walked towards the general involuntarily, as if he was instinctively seeking light and warmth.
Rong Wan simply applied medicine to several wounds on his palms and shoulders. Apart from the new wounds on his palms, there were some old scars that had burst open on his shoulders. Although they healed quickly, those scars were hard to get rid of. This made his shoulders and his back look a bit hideous. One of those scars was unbearable for ordinary people, but he...
Rong Wan finished wiping in silence, perhaps out of pity, his fingertips became softer.
Where Jin Zhao was touched by him, there was a thin layer of goose bumps, as if an electric current was passing through.
Finally finished applying the medicine.
"Okay." Rong Wan put away the ointment, pinched the back of the neck of the main character who was sitting meekly on the edge of the bed like a deer, and touched the end of his hair by the way, it was dry and ready to sleep. Seeing that the protagonist's whole body was stiff and he didn't dare to move, his eyelashes were drooping, and he didn't dare to raise his gaze to look at him, Rong Wan finally couldn't help but smiled and said, "Jin Zhao, go to sleep, see you tomorrow."
— Jin Zhao, go to sleep, see you tomorrow.
Jin Zhao clenched his palms tightly, raised his eyes to stare at the general, his heart was trembling and beating fast. He never looks forward to tomorrow, because tomorrow will be no different from today, an endless nightmare, but now his blood is rushing to the top of his scalp, his nose is sour, and he longs for tomorrow.
The general smiled at him. At this moment, he felt willing to die.
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