Chapter 1434 – Take It Easy (1)
After ten years, the frog soup finally came out of the pot, and Jiang Pengji certainly didn’t let Wei Ci off easily.
Wei Ci, still a Young Man, looked delicate and weak, but he was after all a Man, so things weren’t that bad.
The two had been fooling around all night, only settling down as dawn began to break, and the noises from their room gradually faded.
“It’s still daytime, I want to sleep till I wake up naturally, so don’t wake me up.”
Jiang Pengji wrapped her arms around Wei Ci’s neck, yawned sleepily, and two drops of physiological tears squeezed out from the corners of her eyes.
“How about… Ci calls someone to prepare hot water for washing up?”
Jiang Pengji murmured, “Let’s talk about it after we wake up, sleep comes first.”
Like an octopus, she confined him in her embrace, closing her eyes and resting her head on his shoulder, finding a comfortable position.
Wei Ci slightly tilted his head, using the faint morning light filtering through the paper window to barely make out her appearance.
When he noticed her lips were slightly swollen and her shoulders, revealed from the quilt, had a few kiss marks and fingerprints, he suddenly blushed.
Wei Ci raised his hand to pull up the quilt, covering the tempting marks, and soon fell asleep beside her.
When Jiang Pengji woke up, it was already around one o’clock in the afternoon.
Wei Ci was still deeply asleep, so Jiang Pengji didn’t disturb him. She reached for the clothes scattered by the bed and casually draped them over her shoulders.
Perhaps the noise had stirred him, Wei Ci soon woke up, seeing Jiang Pengji sitting beside the bed, putting on her clothes.
“Don’t you want to sleep a little longer?” Jiang Pengji asked.
Wei Ci coughed softly, saying, “Someone should be called to prepare things; the Lord can’t go out looking like this—everyone in the manor will definitely know.”
He wasn’t the type to mistreat himself. The manor not only had a bathtub but also a dedicated bathing area, essentially a larger hot spring pool. In winter, one could soak in the hot spring while enjoying a drink, looking out at the courtyard view, which was quite pleasant and enjoyable.
Jiang Pengji lazily leaned by the bath, half-closing her eyes, the rising steam giving her skin a rosy glow, making her look breathtaking.
Wei Ci initially planned to wash up at the wooden tub behind the screen but barely took half a step when she opened her eyes, looking at him with a hint of menace.
Seeing Wei Ci step back, Jiang Pengji finally lazily closed her eyes and mumbled, “My hair is all damp and uncomfortable—”
After a while, she noticed Wei Ci had brought a wooden basin filled with clean hot water, lifting her long hair from the water.
Jiang Pengji regularly trimmed her hair, but it was still long, making it a bit time-consuming to wash. When she finally sleptily realized she was resting against Wei Ci’s knee, her hair clean, she noticed his delicate hands carefully drying her damp strands with a cloth.
Seeing her awake, Wei Ci began to braid her long hair up and secured it with a hairpin.
Jiang Pengji smiled and reached her hand, sliding it down from his shoulder to his neck, her fingers teasingly grazing his Adam’s apple.
“You helped me wash my hair, how about washing my back too? That shouldn’t be considered crossing a line, right?”
Wei Ci: “…”
After their antics, half an hour passed.
Jiang Pengji took down a piece of clothing hanging on the rack and found it was tailored to her size.
“Zixiao truly is the epitome of saying one thing but meaning another.”
Jiang Pengji leaned against the screen, “sneaking” glances at Wei Ci, who was putting on his clothes, her look openly filled with appreciation.
“What’s wrong with Ci?”
“Why do you have undergarments that fit me? You don’t have any female relatives at your manor, and these weren’t prepared for me, so could they be for yourself?” Jiang Pengji squinted with a smile, “If that’s not saying one thing but meaning another, then what is?”
“Ci is also a Man; how could he not feel something when facing a woman he admires?” Wei Ci paused before speaking again, “Besides, the Lord often stays in the manor, so one must prepare a few outfits for unexpected needs. If this can flatter the Lord, then this preparation is not in vain.”
Jiang Pengji complained, “I always feel Zixiao has unlocked an extraordinary seal.”
Her demeanor had become bolder than before, and she didn’t seem as constrained anymore—was she about to unleash herself?
As it turned out, the one truly unleashing herself was Jiang Pengji, while Wei Ci remained the same Wei Ci.
The courtyard’s low pine trees were layered with thick snow; Jiang Pengji nestled by the window, next to the warm fireplace, and didn’t feel cold at all.
Wei Ci had the kitchen prepare a hearty meal and warm wine.
After filling up, Jiang Pengji half-closed her eyes, resting her hands behind her head, her black hair cascading like a waterfall.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been this laid-back. Without paperwork and mundane matters crowding me, it feels a bit unfamiliar. Before Zixiao took office, how did you usually pass your time?” Jiang Pengji said, “If there’s nothing to do, just sitting around is so boring, wouldn’t you agree?”
Wei Ci replied, “Brewing tea and wine, playing the qin, chess, calligraphy, and painting can all help pass the time, or one could also go out to visit friends and attend banquets.”
Jiang Pengji remarked, “That sounds quite rich; it seems I’ve yet to hear you play the qin.”
Wei Ci brought over a qin, lit incense, cleaned his hands, and sat down, “What does the Lord wish to hear?”
“Can you play a tune?” Jiang Pengji asked with interest, “How about ‘Phoenix Seeks the Phoenix’?”
Wei Ci’s face reddened slightly but he didn’t refuse.
The melody was entwined with lingering feelings while remaining refreshingly clear, even Jiang Pengji, despite not understanding the qin’s rhythms, could feel the intense emotions conveyed through the music.
“There is a beauty, unforgettable upon seeing. One day without seeing her, thoughts go wild… If such a beauty did indeed exist in the world, she would surely look like Zixiao.” Jiang Pengji couldn’t play the qin, but she had a good memory and could recite poetry, and she even flirted with Wei Ci.
Wei Ci chuckled silently, selecting a few lively ancient tunes.
Jiang Pengji squinted for a bit, suddenly realizing something was off—
She forgot to start the live stream today!
“I hope nothing exploded over there—”
She mumbled with a smile and casually opened the live stream.
No explosions?
That was impossible! Jiang Pengji skipping work caused all the popular platforms to crash again, with programmers sacrificing their livelihoods one after another, yet still failing to restore the crashed servers. It was said that many programmers secretly began worshiping Jiang Pengji, not asking for anything else, just hoping she could diligently stream every day, even if she needed to take a few days off, she should at least give them a heads-up. Their resilience was wearing thin.
Five million dried fish surged in, filling every available spot in an instant, and various comments flooded in toward Jiang Pengji.
Through these comments, Jiang Pengji could also sense the emotions of the dried fish: worried, scared, and pitiful.
Until a certain dried fish discovered the secret.
[You Zi Tong]: Host, is your neck… bitten by a bug? A napkin to wipe tears, tell the baby it’s not a kiss mark, right?
Jiang Pengji pulled out a bronze mirror to check, raising an eyebrow but not bothering to hide it.
Everyone was an adult, so there was no need to beat around the bush.
At this moment, the dried fish began to notice that Jiang Pengji was dressed rather casually, with a strong air of laziness about her, giving off a whole “after the fact” vibe.
