The salty fish lady just wants to get over the wall

Chapter 22 022: Someone who likes you more

The tea that was just brewed was already cold, Yun Chen'an brewed it again.

Wen Nianruan lowered his eyes and saw the red mark on the back of his hand, his eyes froze: "What's wrong with your hand?"

Yun Chen'an glanced at the red mark on his hand, but didn't care about it: "I was accidentally scalded by the tea just now."

When she heard that she was going to bed, the hand holding the hot tea trembled unconsciously.

Wen Nianruan felt regretful and painful, how could he have the heart to hurt such a beautiful hand.

"Why don't you apply some medicine?"

Yun Chenan chuckled: "Small injury, it will heal in a while."

But she looked at it with pity.

Wen Nian got up softly and looked around the hall: "Where's the medicine?"

Yun Chenan raised his eyes: "In the third grid on the left on the shelf."

Wen Nianruan found the medicine and brought it over, sat down and opened the medicine, then gently raised his chin to Yun Chenan: "Give me your hand."

Yun Chen'an was startled for a moment, then put his hand in front of her, Wen Nianruan poured the medicine on his fingertips, and pulled his hand closer, Yun Chen'an's fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

As usual, his hand was still so cold, but Wen Nianruan's hand was warm, and the moment it touched his hand, it scorched his fingertips.

Wen Nianruan really has no resistance to good-looking hands. She lightly smeared the medicine on Yun Chenan's hands on the back of her fingertips, and stared at his hands without blinking, as if admiring them. A finely crafted work of art.

Even, want to take it for oneself.

After the medicine was applied, Wen Nianruan was still holding his hand tightly in a daze, Yun Chenan pulled it back lightly, but did not twitch.

He raised his eyes, with a smile in his eyes: "Isn't it alright?"

"Oh, it's all right," Wen Nianruan let go of his hand after returning to his senses, a gleam of reluctance floated in his eyes.

His hands are not only good-looking, but also feel good to the touch, delicate and smooth, more comfortable to touch than Miss Jiao's jade hands.

Wen Nianruan's eyeballs rolled along with Yun Chenan's movement of making tea, and he sighed in his heart that whatever he did with his hands was pleasing to the eye.

Yun Chen'an lowered his eyes to concentrate on making tea, felt her eyes were always on his hands, and raised his eyes to look at her: "You like my hands very much?"

Wen Nianruan scratched his head: "Hey, I have a hand fetish, and when I see beautiful hands, I can't help but look at them more."

Yun Chenan lowered his eyes: "Do you also like other men's hands?"

"I don't like it, other men's hands are not as good-looking as yours," Wen Nianruan said with a smile.

The corners of Yun Chen'an's mouth curved slightly, and a smile overflowed.

He asked softly: "On me, do you only like my hands?"

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Wen Nianruan was stunned.

It's impossible to just like his hands, she likes him more.

But, can this be said?

Will it develop too fast?

Should she hold back?
Yun Chenan watched the expression on her face change back and forth, confused and shy for a while, and didn't know what she was thinking.

He didn't continue to ask, and put a cup of hot tea in front of her.

"After drinking this cup of tea, you should go back."

A faint voice, very light and soft.

"Oh."

Wen Nian responded softly, with some reluctance and loss in his eyes.

It took her half an hour to finish drinking a cup of tea, Wen Nianruan got up: "I'm going back."

Yun Chenan nodded.

Wen Nianruan's feet didn't move: "Aren't you going to see me off?"

He laughed lightly: "Fuhua Palace is only a hundred meters away from Yueyao Palace."

"Oh."

Wen Nianruan was disappointed again, she turned and left, and turned back after taking two steps: "I'm not the one who only likes your hands, I like you even more."

After she finished speaking, she disappeared with a whoosh.

After living two lifetimes, it is the first time to say the word "like" to a man, so shy.

Yun Chen'an's expression was light, and he raised his eyes to see the figure who had already run out of the hall, and a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

It's like a scratching cat.

Suddenly, Yun Chen'an's expression changed, he covered his heart and frowned tightly, his black pupils were turning red, strange and evil, he staggered up and bumped into the teacup on the table.

Xizhu outside the hall heard the sound and hurried into the hall, seeing Yun Chenan's painful expression, his face was shocked: "Master!"

Yun Chen'an raised his eyes and looked over, his bewitching red eyes seemed to be stained with blood, treacherous and cold.

Xizhu's back stiffened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Why is this old man back?
After Wen Nianruan returned to Fuhua Palace, she fell asleep and entangled with Xiao Jinran tonight exhausted her energy.

The night wind blows gently, the palace is quiet and serene, a good night's sleep.

Early in the morning, before Wen Nianruan woke up, two unexpected guests came outside the hall.

Li Huachun was dressed in Luo silk brocade, wearing gold hairpins on her head, and all kinds of jade bracelets and rings on her hands. The jewels all over her body showed her noble status as Mrs. Hou.

She was accompanied by a young girl, wearing a blue pleated skirt with pearls dotted on it, she was extravagant and elegant, her face was thinly powdered, she had a pretty face, and she only wore a hollowed-out butterfly on her head Nobile, neither cumbersome nor gentle.

The woman's bones are somewhat similar to Wen Ruochu's, a little less delicate and a little more graceful than Wen Ruochu.

Her name is Wen Ruchu, the fifth eldest in the Hou family, she is also Li Huachun's own daughter, and the sister of Wen Nianruan and Wen Ruochu.

From the moment Li Huachun entered the Fuhua Palace, she had an old face. The more she walked inside, the deserted palace made her look even uglier.

Qiu Bai was cleaning the hall, when he saw two people walking in, he was stunned with a rag in his hand: "Who are you two?"

Li Huachun raised his eyebrows and looked a little fierce: "Presumptuous! My wife is your mother's mother, I don't even know my wife, what do I eat on weekdays!"

Wen Ruchu tugged at Li Huachun's hand: "Mother, be safe and don't be impatient." Turning to look at Qiu Bai, she smiled gently and generously: "I am the fifth younger sister of Concubine Wen, and I am coming to the palace with my mother today. I want to visit my fourth sister."

Compared with Li Huachun's arrogance, Wen Ruchu's humble attitude is much more comfortable.

It turned out that it was someone from the Hou family.

Qiu Bai calmly bowed down and saluted: "This slave has blind eyes and didn't recognize Fifth Miss and Madam Hou. I hope Fifth Miss and Madam Hou will forgive me."

Since her mother's entry into the palace, this is the first time this Mrs. Hou has entered the palace to see her, and it is also the first time she has seen her, so it is strange to know her.

Li Huachun's face was still ugly, and he put on airs: "Where's your mother, why don't you see her come out to greet you?"

Qiubai replied: "Your Majesty is still sleeping and hasn't woken up yet."

Li Huachun's face became even darker, and he scolded: "What time is it now, and I'm still sleeping, don't I need to pay my respects to the Empress Dowager? Why don't you understand any rules!"

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Qiubai was speechless.

The emperor is not as lenient as Mrs. Hou. The emperor doesn't ask when her mother is asleep, and when it's her turn to point fingers.

Qiu Bai kept a smile on his face: "Mrs. Hou, the empress dowager is sympathetic to my mother's poor health, so she will not pay her respects."

Li Huachun was choked up, glared at Qiu Bai angrily, stretched out his hand and pushed her away, and walked towards the bedroom.

(End of this chapter)