flstandardbreds Chapter 123 His lips look so kissable
Chapter 123 His lips look so kissable
If his body hadn't been unable to move, he would have wanted to kill her with his own hands.
"Ah He, don't worry, I will send her to the government office tomorrow."
Being sent to the Ministry of Justice's Heavenly Prison would be more painful than directly killing Aunt Xu.
And she will definitely die!
Luo Junhe was not worried about Ji Yuntang's ability to handle things at all. He felt very relieved to let her handle Nanny Xu's affairs.
Suddenly thinking of something, Luo Junhe's eyes flickered a few times. He held Ji Yuntang's hand, and there was a hint of resentment in his magnetic voice.
"Atang, let's not talk about her. The song you sang to Luo Qingge and Master Xie today is something I have never heard you sing before."
What he meant was that he wanted Ji Yuntang to sing a song for him alone.
When Luo Junhe thought that everyone at the palace banquet, as well as Luo Qingge and Xie Liuzheng, had heard the songs sung by Ji Yuntang, but he had not heard it alone, he felt a little resentful.
He has treatment that even his legitimate husband doesn't have, so why should others enjoy it first?
This is not fair!
Ji Yuntang heard a hint of grievance and accusation in Luo Junhe's voice, and she was a little surprised.
I thought Luo Junhe was only interested in military and martial arts, and didn't like music.
"Does Ahe like listening to music too?"
"I like everything you sing."
Luo Junhe finished speaking, and at the end, he added, "Atang can't be partial. I must have what others have."
Ji Yuntang knew that the man was in a bad temper again. Usually at this time, the only way to coax him into good temper quickly was to comb his hair.
"Okay, okay, then how about I sing you a song called "Old Dream" to lull you to sleep?"
"Okay!" Luo Junhe naturally agreed.
Whether she could fall asleep or not was not important. What mattered was that she was willing to sing for him, and that was enough.
"Old memories are like a window, once opened it is hard to close..."
"..."
"All has become the past. They leaned on each other and promised to face the storm..."
Ji Yuntang's gentle and soothing voice echoed in the room. When Luo Junhe heard this line of lyrics, he could no longer control his inner excitement and his heart beat like a drum.
It turned out that her little princess wanted to tell her in this way that she was willing to snuggle up to him and face the rest of her life's storms with him.
She might be too embarrassed to say it out loud, so she told him in this way.
Luo Junhe's face turned red with excitement, and he was secretly delighted.
Ji Yuntang did not miss the expression on Luo Junhe's face, and she felt a little puzzled.
It's just singing a song, why is he blushing?
This song is obviously very serious, and the lyrics and melody are very beautiful. It wouldn't make him think of something wrong, right?
Ji Yuntang didn't understand and was too embarrassed to ask.
We have to leave some secrets and privacy to Luo Junhe. She is not the kind of person who wants to dig deep into everything.
After singing a song, Luo Junhe was still very energetic and not sleepy at all.
Suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and he said cleverly: "Atang, I remember the last time you hugged me, my arms could move. Can you hug me again tonight?"
"Maybe, after you hold me, I'll be able to move my legs again."
Theoretically speaking, Ji Yuntang thought this was nonsense.
The last time she hugged Luo Junhe, his arms were able to move, but that was just a coincidence.
How can there be so many coincidences in the world?
If a hug could make a paralyzed person better, what would doctors do?
However, one thing is for sure. Luo Junhe wanted her to hug him and wanted to have a chance to have close contact with her. How could Ji Yuntang not agree?
The more he depended on her, the happier she felt.
Finally, under Luo Junhe's expectant gaze, Ji Yuntang sat on the edge of the bed, put his hands across the man's back, rested his chin on his broad shoulders, and reached out to hug him.
Luo Junhe smelled very good, it was the scent of cold bamboo that Ji Yuntang liked very much. Every day when she used clean water to wash his body, she would add two drops of cold bamboo scented skin care oil.
Over time, Luo Junhe became tainted with this smell.
Ji Yuntang became fascinated by the smell, but Luo Junhe's distressed voice rang in his ears.
"It seems that Atang's hug today is useless. I tried to move my right leg, but I couldn't lift it after trying several times."
Fortunately, after Ji Yuntang's acupuncture for some time, Luo Junhe's calves have gradually regained sensation, so he is not so depressed.
Ji Yuntang chuckled and gently comforted him: "Ahe, don't be anxious, take your time."
"It will take time for your body to recover, but..."
"But what?" Luo Junhe's intuition told him that the second half of her sentence was the key point, so he immediately asked.
"But I see the scabs on your face are about to fall off."
Ji Yuntang narrowed his fox eyes and looked at Luo Junhe's face. Although there were still thick scabs on both sides of his face, the scabs had begun to loosen and could hardly cover up his handsome and unparalleled face.
Hearing this, Luo Junhe was slightly startled.
His first reaction was that Ji Yuntang thought he had picked off the scabs with his hands.
"Atang, I listen to you very much. I didn't pick them up. Please don't be angry, okay?"
Ji Yuntang smiled slightly, stretched out his fingertips and gently stroked the black scabs on his face, "I know, I'm not angry."
After the wound on Luo Junhe's face scabbed over, it would itch from time to time. He wanted to scratch it with his hands many times, but Ji Yuntang stopped him every time.
Ji Yuntang always said fiercely: "The wound has not healed yet. You can't pick the scab with your fingernails. If you pick it off, your face will not only heal slowly, but it may also leave scars."
"Luo Junhe, if you get scars on your face and become ugly, and my hard work is wasted, then I don't want you anymore!"
Ji Yuntang's original intention was to scare him. After all, the itching of scabby skin was a symptom of the wound healing.
If you remove it, it will easily become infected.
She also hoped that Luo Junhe could recover his appearance quickly.
Luo Junhe was indeed frightened. After listening to Ji Yuntang's words, he never dared to pick the scabs on his face again.
I even don’t dare to touch my face on a daily basis, for fear of accidentally removing the scabs with my hands.
Therefore, he always endured the urge to scratch his head and diverted his attention from his face.
"Ahe, once all these black scabs fall off, your face will be almost healed."
She was looking forward to seeing his true appearance.
Ji Yuntang curled his lips slightly, and his fingertips touched Luo Junhe's sharp black eyebrows, high nose, and perfectly curved chin, and finally rested on his plump, thin lips.
His lips are so soft and look kissable.
When Ji Yuntang was thinking this, he had already kissed him and hooked his hands around his neck.