Chapter 258: 258, Labor Cost (4)_1 Chapter 258: 258, Labor Cost (4)_1 Jian Qing’s ears turned red, she elbowed him and escaped from his arms, “Who asked you to wash me, you stinky rascal.”
Last night was out of necessity, but she was now full of vigor. There was no need for him to help her bathe. This man had certainly become even more skilled at his lascivious trickeries.
Quan Jingwu crossed his arms and his purple eyes were filled with amusement as he watched her, teasing her, “Sweetheart, I’ve helped you bathe once already, I wouldn’t mind a few more times.”
“I mind!” Jian Qing exclaimed, grinding her teeth.
He chuckled softly, his gaze roving over her leisurely, “I saw everything I needed to see last night, sweetheart, don’t be shy.”
Thinking about her creamy, lustrous skin made his throat suddenly dry.
“…”
Who the hell was shamelessly acting like a rascal in this situation?
How she wished she could silence him with duct tape, how could she?
“What… what are you doing?”
Lifting her gaze as he approached, Jian Qing felt somewhat flustered.
“Sweetheart, why are you so nervous? I wouldn’t eat you…” A surge of heat sparked in his belly and his voice unconsciously became hoarse.
Jingwu always believed that if he couldn’t get the meat, he should at least have some scraps and broth, and maybe even score some extra benefits on the side.
He won’t eat her?
Yeah right. His expression suggested he wanted to devour her whole.
Like hell she would believe him.
Jian Qing backed away until she bumped into the cold wall and found that she had no escape route.
He leaned in, trapping her between the wall and his body with his arms.
“Xiaojing!” She lifted her gaze and glared at him, fuming.
What was he planning?
Couldn’t he just let her take a bath and get some sleep in peace?
“Sweetheart, why are you looking at me like that? Have you just realized how handsome I’ve become?” Quan Jingwu moved even closer to her, their breaths intertwining.
“…” Jian Qing’s eye twitched.
Could someone drag this shameless man away please?
The sweet reunion had been ruined by this man in less than a day. His true colors shone through at night.
Taking a deep breath, she gently pushed him away and forced herself to smile, “Xiaojing, I’m a patient.”
And thus, taking advantage of a patient was morally wrong.
“Hmm, I know.” He held in his laughter and nodded.
“Good, you should refrain from disturbing me then, I need to rest and sleep.” She tiptoed to pat him on the shoulder, her face serious.
“Sweetheart, you mentioned being a patient, but…” Quan Jingwu seized her wrist, an evil grin on his face, “I am your man!”
Therefore, since he was her man, initiating intimacy was naturally what he should do.
“Wha, what?” Jian Qing almost thought she heard him wrong.
What the hell? Did yesterday’s rainstorm leave him with some side effects?
Quan Jingwu did not repeat himself, instead, he scooped her up in his arms.
“Hey, Xiaojing, what are you doing?”
Taken by surprise, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to bathe?” He calmly responded as he walked towards the bathroom.
Seeing the bathroom drawing closer, Jian Qing started to panic.
“Put me down now.”
If he helped her bathe, she might end up getting a cold and fever tonight.
“Be good, I’ll just wash your hair.” Quan Jingwu held her closer, not wanting her to fall.
Jian Qing paused her struggle, looking at him suspiciously, “Just wash my hair?”
“If you want me to bathe you, sweetheart, I would be more than happy to oblige.” He stopped, looking down at her with a smirk.
“Sweetheart, could you help me open the door?”
Jian Qing huffed and helped him open the bathroom door.
As soon as they entered the bathroom, Jian Qing immediately jumped out of his arms.
Quan Jingwu found a little stool to sit next to the bathtub, then beckoned her over, “Come here!”
Jian Qing walked over. “Where should I sit?”
“Sit in here,” he pointed to the empty bathtub.
Jian Qing nodded, then stepped into the tub and sat down.
“Tilt your head out a bit,” he adjusted the water temperature to be just right before looking at her.
Jian Qing obediently tilted her head forward, and Quan Jingwu began to wash her hair, shampoo, conditioner, not missing any steps.
His movements were gentle, without tugging painfully at her scalp.
Jian Qing squinted her eyes in comfort, enjoying him washing her hair.
Unlike the rushed rinse from last night, Quan Jingwu was taking his time, the silken smooth hair making it hard for him to let go.
“Sweetheart, I’ll wash your hair every day from now on!” His normally cold voice became tender, almost bewitching.
Jian Qing chuckled, “You wouldn’t mind the hassle of washing my hair?”
After all, she had long hair. Washing it every day wouldn’t be an easy job.
“This trouble? I quite enjoy it!” He replied, smiling along with her words.
“Alright then, but there won’t be any service charges.” She preemptively warned him, as to not give this cunning man a chance to take advantage of her.
Quan Jingwu chuckled, picking up the hand-held showerhead and rinsing her hair.
By the time Jian Qing felt like she was about to fall asleep, he finally turned off the water and dried her hair with a towel.
Jian Qing was still in the same position leaning over the edge of the tub as he dried her hair. Unwittingly, the loose clothing she wore exposed her chest in the view of a certain someone.
Quan Jingwu paused his actions, the color in his purple eyes becoming much darker.
“Sweetheart!”
“Hmm?” Without lifting her head, Jian Qing murmured in response.