Wen Qing looked at Wen Jing in disbelief, dear
Still tongue kiss? !
Why did this avatar let me kiss him? !
Wen Qing's mind started to go haywire.
Wen Jing is his avatar, and he wants to kiss again...
Is this narcissism
Facing the shock in Shang Wen Qing's eyes, Wen Jing let out a low laugh.
He didn't explain, but kept his voice down, and continued, "Qing Qing wants to kiss me a little longer."
"Kiss until you can't breathe, kiss until your eyes water, kiss until your mouth is numb..."
Wen Jing's words were rough, but these words seemed to have turned into real things.
The dryness in Wen Qing's body was drawn out again, his breathing became a little short of breath, a layer of mist formed in his eyes, the heat from his cheeks spread to his neck, and his whole face turned red.
Wen Jing stared at the flushed cheeks, and hooked the corners of her lips.
"Did you feel lightly?"
"Why is your body temperature getting hot? It's so hot. Qingqing hasn't kissed me yet. How did it become like this..."
Wen Jing curled up his fingers, and his fingertips slowly brushed across Wen Qing's skin, and his lips brushed against his lips vaguely, entangled in his breathing.
Wen Qing's lips trembled, pinching her palms, her body seemed to be getting hotter and hotter uncontrollably.
Wen Jing tilted his head slightly, getting closer to Wen Qing's face.
He blinked, hooked Wen Qing's long and slender eyelashes, looked into those dark eyes, and continued, "Gently, just kiss me and you'll be able to clear the level."
Wen Qing didn't want to get so close to him, but she had no way to avoid it, she could only feel Wen Jing's breath, her whole face was itchy by him.
Wen Jing said in a low voice: "This deal is not a loss."
Wen Qing tilted her head with difficulty, barely avoiding part of Wen Jing's breathing.
He lowered his eyes nervously, and didn't look directly at Wen Jing, thinking, if this is a real deal, of course it's not a loss.
But judging from Wen Jing's behavior and attitude just now, 99% of this sale was a lie to him.
It is impossible for Wen Jing to tell the truth.
Wen Jing looked at his trembling eyelashes, chuckled and said, "You need to think about it quickly."
"If it's so slow, I'll raise the price."
"If you slow down, there will be more than just kisses."
"I still want to touch me gently," he said, he wanted to put his fingertips into Wen Qingbai's tender fingers, "Qing Qing's hand is a circle smaller than mine, so cute."
"Want your hand—"
The voice stopped abruptly, and suddenly, Wen Qing felt a gust of cold wind blowing over, and then the imprisonment on her body disappeared.
Wen Jing suddenly let go of his hand, rolled sideways on the bed, and jumped out of the bed.
The housekeeper stood at the door, looking at Wen Jing expressionlessly.
Wen Qing stared blankly at the butler who suddenly appeared.
The tiny blue light in the housekeeper's eyes flickered slowly, and his gaze swept over Wen Qing's exposed legs.
He walked to the bed, put the tray in his hand on the bedside table, adjusted the quilt, and covered Wen gently.
In the next second, he went straight to Wen Jing.
Wen Jing looked at the butler, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up: "The butler came quite quickly."
The butler didn't talk nonsense with him, strode up to Wen Jing, and raised his hand to grab Wen Jing's collar.
Wen Jing's face changed slightly, and he turned sideways to avoid it, and distanced himself from the housekeeper.
The butler stepped forward again, moving quickly, approaching Wen Jing in the blink of an eye.
Wen Qing sat on the bed, staring blankly at the housekeeper approaching Wen Jing, who avoided it again.
The two didn't fight with each other, not even touching each other.
A few minutes later, Wen Jing sneered and said, "How dare you touch me?"
Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and saw the faint anger in Wen Jing's eyebrows.
Wen Jing didn't want to be touched by the housekeeper, but instead came to touch herself.
This... really is narcissism.
Wen Qing was dazed.
The butler looked at Wen Jing and said flatly, "No."
"I find it dirty."
Wen Jing's complexion changed, as if he wanted to say something, but then his complexion became even worse.
Under the dim light, Wen Qing could clearly see that his face changed drastically, and his movements became a little stiff.
Wen Jing sneered: "Very good."
After finishing speaking, he turned around, walked towards the mirror hanging on the wall, and said to Wen Qing: "Qing Qing has to think carefully..."
Wen Jing's voice was getting lower and lower, Wen Wei was slightly taken aback, wondering if it was his own illusion, Wen Jing's voice suddenly sounded a little weak.
Wen Jing didn't do anything else, nor did he take another look at the butler, and walked straight into the mirror.
The mirror became an ordinary mirror again.
Wen Qing didn't see Wen Jing in the mirror, but only saw the bedroom reflected in the mirror, nothing unusual.
He looked at the butler blankly: "What's going on?"
The butler walked to the bed, lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I'm going to pour water for you."
"Rest at this time, you wake up thirsty in the middle of the night."
"No," Wen Qing paused, glanced at his glasses, and asked, "I'm asking what happened to you and Wen Jing just now?"
Thinking that the housekeeper didn't know who Wen Jing was, he added: "It's me in the mirror."
The blue light in the housekeeper's eyes flickered, but he didn't speak.
Wen Wei frowned slightly, knowing that the butler meant that he could not answer his question.
He lowered his eyes, recalling the conversation and actions between Wen Jing and the butler just now.
Wen Jing didn't want to be touched by the housekeeper, so he kept hiding.
Then Wen Jing seemed to be a little... powerless, and his movements slowed down...
Just as she was thinking, a glass of water suddenly appeared under Wen Qing's eyelids.
He froze for a moment, took the teacup, and lowered his head to drink the water.
Just after taking a sip, before she could swallow it, the quilt on her lap was lifted by the butler, and Wen Qing almost spit out a mouthful of water.
He hastily put down the teacup, trying to stop the butler from moving.
After the butler lifted the quilt, he did nothing but looked at his legs quietly.
Wen Qing blushed, and reached out to grab the quilt: "What are you looking at?"
The butler said truthfully, "Look at your legs."
Hearing this, Wen Qing couldn't help but bend her legs, pulled the quilt cover, and said with a blushing face, "What do you think my legs are doing?"
"You, don't you have it yourself?"
The housekeeper glanced around the bed, picked up the medicine jar that fell on the corner of the bed, and slowly opened it: "You have a red mark on your leg."
Wen Qing blinked, he didn't notice, but now that the butler said so, the side of his leg hurts a little, probably because Wen Jing got scratched by his clothes when he got out of bed just now.
The butler opened the medicine jar, leaned over slowly, and said to Wen Qing, "I'll help you apply the medicine."
Wen Qing immediately said: "No, it will be fine tomorrow."
The butler looked at him and said flatly, "You were touched by something dirty. If you don't take the medicine, it might get worse tomorrow."
"Or, do you want to wear a dress tomorrow?"
Wen lightly pursed his lips. He didn't want to wear a skirt, and he didn't want to ask the housekeeper to apply medicine to him.
After hesitating for a moment, he snatched the medicine pot from the butler's hand: "I'll just apply it myself."
"Yes." The housekeeper replied without any movement, standing by the bed and watching him quietly.
Wen gently lifted the quilt, and dipped a little ointment on her fingertips.
He glanced at the butler from the corner of his eye, and saw that the butler was still staring at him, his cheeks were involuntarily burning slightly: "Don't look at me."
The butler said flatly, "I need to supervise your medication."
Wen lightly flexed his fingers and didn't say much, thinking to himself, it would be better to finish the painting sooner.
He turned his legs slightly, and quickly applied the ointment to the red marks.
Just as I was about to put the quilt on, I heard the butler say, "It needs to be wiped off, madam."
Wen Qing paused with her fingertips, worried that if she didn't wipe it off, the housekeeper would do it again, so she had to spin the red seal to spread the ointment evenly.
The butler half-closed his eyes and looked at Wen Qing.
It seems to be very shy, and the tip of the ear is red.
He lowered his head, with his white fingers resting on his legs, the fingertips were slightly red, the soft flesh on his legs was slightly sunken, and the paste turned into sticky water due to his body temperature and the heat of his fingers. Has a yellowish sheen.
The moment Wen Qing was about to stop, the housekeeper said, "Madam, we need to wait for the medicine to be absorbed."
"Understood." Wen Qing blushed in reply.
He didn't dare to put his legs together, and he didn't cover himself with the quilt. He always felt that the butler was watching him, so he turned slightly sideways, trying to avoid the butler's sight.
Little did he know that this action made the housekeeper focus on his waist instead, the corners of his clothes were slightly raised, revealing a white and tender waist, and the...
The butler didn't make a sound to remind, just watched quietly.
Different perspectives, different feelings when looking at it.
The flashing blue light in the butler's eyes accelerated.
This time the red marks were not large, and the medicine was absorbed within a few minutes.
Wen Qing quickly covered the quilt and put on pajama pants under the quilt.
He asked the housekeeper slowly: "Did you find Xiao Ji Yu?"
Butler: "No."
"Okay." Wen replied lightly, and the whole person shrank into the quilt, only one head was exposed.
The housekeeper glanced at him, picked up the tea tray on the bedside table, turned and left.
Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and quickly asked, "Where are you going?"
The butler paused slightly, walked to the tea table, put down the tray, and said flatly, "I'm not going anywhere."
Wen gently exhaled, he thought the butler was leaving just now.
He blinked and asked knowingly, "You don't need to sleep at night, do you?"
The butler responded: "Yes."
Wen Qing lowered her eyes, thinking that she regretted not letting the housekeeper stay in the room a few days ago.
The housekeeper couldn't tell him about Wen Jing, Wen Qing wasn't sure if Wen Jing could hear their conversation now.
Wen Qing looked at the quilt on her body, and had an idea: "I kick the quilt when I sleep at night."
The butler looked at him quietly without speaking.
Wen Qing was afraid that the butler would not understand his hint, so he said, "It will be cold."
The butler still didn't speak.
Wen Qing crazily hinted: "And sleeping without a quilt is easy to get sick."
The housekeeper half closed his eyes, slightly raised the corners of his lips, and said softly, "I will take good care of you, ma'am."