Cure the cold-faced general by solving crimes

Chapter 99 Pretending to sleep

Jiang Xihe has been to Pei Zhizhao's bedroom many times, but this time...

She knew nothing would happen, but she was looking forward to something happening. She sat on the square chair next to the soft couch absentmindedly, and picked up the book Pei Zhizhao had half read.

She didn't even look into it.

He raised his ears and listened to Pei Zhizhao's movements.

Pei Zhizhao sent her in, turned around and went out again. Why was he there?

Jiang Xihe stretched her neck and looked out of the bed window. It was pitch black, so she had to retract her head and sit here.

Pei Zhizhao went out for a while, brought in a pot of hot water from outside, and a basin in his hand. He put the basin on the shelf in the bathroom, adjusted the water temperature and called Jiang Xihe, "Come on."

Jiang Xihe smiled secretly, he was waiting for her to wash up.

Pei Zhizhao stood beside her. Jiang Xihe wiped his face with a square towel. The warm water felt comfortable on his cheeks. Jiang Xihe closed his eyes.

Although the scene of Xie Wumei abusing the cat is still in my mind, the fear has dissipated little by little.

Jiang Xihe took off the scarf, with a clear face, and smiled at Pei Zhizhao. Because he was by her side, she had the courage to fight against fear.

Pei Zhizhao also washed his face with Jiang Xihe's water. Jiang Xihe stood aside blankly and wanted to stop him. Pei Zhizhao said briefly, "The conditions were difficult in the northwest. Let alone washing your face with warm water, if your body is dirty, you can only camp far away." The river should be flushed, and then..." Pei Zhizhao stared at the basin, then looked at Jiang Xihe, "The water is very clean."

Jiang Xihe's face turned red.

Pei Zhizhao chuckled lightly, took the square scarf from Jiang Xihe's hand, and wiped it on his face. Water droplets hung on the ends of his hair, and his deep eyebrows were a little more unruly. Jiang Xihe knew that Pei Zhizhao was good-looking, and he looked even more impressive under the candlelight. People are confused.

Jiang Xihe lowered his head and rubbed his fingers.

Pei Zhizhao took another wooden basin, mixed it with water, held the basin in one hand, and held Jiang Xihe in the other, "Go over there and wash your feet. I'll clean up here."

Thinking of washing her feet, Jiang Xihe suddenly realized how inconvenient it was for her to live here, but it was too late to go home now. Jiang Xihe followed Pei Zhizhao back to the bedroom. Before she could mentally prepare herself, she was pinned down on the soft couch by Pei Zhizhao.

"I'll do it myself." Jiang Xihe hurriedly took off her shoes and socks. She was afraid that Pei Zhizhao would do it himself if she didn't take action.

Jiang Xihe put his little feet into the wooden basin and smiled comfortably. When Pei Zhizhao saw that the water temperature was suitable, he turned around and went to the closet to take out the quilt.

When Jiang Xihe saw his busy figure, sweetness took root deep in his heart, sprouted, and grew into a towering tree.

How beautiful it would be to live a lifetime with Pei Zhizhao like this.

After wiping her feet, Jiang Xihe bent down to look for the embroidered shoes. Before she could see where the shoes were, Pei Zhizhao picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Before Jiang Xihe's exclamation came out of his throat, he had already fallen into the soft bed. Jiang Xihe pulled the quilt and covered his head.

Jiang Xihe pricked up his ears. There was no sound from Pei Zhizhao for a long time. He couldn't help but be curious. Jiang Xihe pulled down a corner of the quilt. Pei Zhizhao was sitting where she had just been, soaking his feet with the water she used. Under the candlelight, he sat upright and cold. Indifferent.

Jiang Xihe didn't dare to look any further, with a red face and a hot heart, he turned his back to the bed.

After a stick of incense, Pei Zhizhao's footsteps sounded in the room. He carried the basin and walked out. After a while, he came back, closed the door, and put down the curtain. There was a rustling sound of undressing. Jiang Xihe's face turned red and her heart beat faster. She Close your eyes and pretend to be asleep.

Pei Zhizhao walked gently to the bedside and bent down to look at her. Jiang Xihe closed her eyes tightly and ignored her. Pei Zhizhao asked softly in her ear, "I'm going to blow out the candles, do you still want to get up?"

Jiang Xihe pretended to be sleeping deeply.

She heard Pei Zhizhao chuckle.

The room suddenly became dark. Jiang Xihe quickly moved his body. He had been maintaining the same position just now. His neck and waist hurt, so it was not easy to pretend to be asleep.

Jiang Xihe felt the quilt next to her sinking in, and heat rising from behind her. A pair of strong arms stretched out and put them around her waist. Jiang Xihe's whole body was shaken and she almost screamed.

Pei Zhizhao moved closer, encircling Jiang Xihe in his arms, and whispered in her ear, "You are wearing a long skirt, it is uncomfortable."

Jiang Xihe didn't dare to speak, but felt the heat behind him getting hotter and hotter.

"Xiaohe, I will definitely wait." Pei Zhizhao suddenly said this in the dark space. Jiang Xihe could no longer pretend to be asleep, so he lowered his voice and asked, "What are you waiting for?"

"Waiting for our wedding night."

Jiang Xihe covered her face and stopped her, "Stop talking."

Pei Zhizhao's smile grew wider and he put his arms around her, "I didn't expect it to be like this at night."

Jiang Xihe was puzzled, "What else would it be like?"

Pei Zhizhao thought about it, the darkness amplified his voice, and Jiang Xihe heard it more clearly, "It's just cold."

Jiang Xihe turned around slowly, and Pei Zhizhao turned sideways to face her. The two looked at each other. Jiang Xihe no longer hid. The bright moonlight spilled into the bedroom, and a little light illuminated his eyebrows and eyes. His nose was high and his eyes were deep. Jiang Xihe held his hand His hand, "Sir, I will always be by your side from now on."

"I can do it too."

Jiang Xihe smiled.

"Not sleeping? Or are you awake?" Pei Zhizhao asked seriously, and Jiang Xihe chuckled.

Pei Zhizhao also laughed, his voice a little confusing in the darkness, "Let's do this from now on!" Jiang Xihe liked hearing his voice and gave a slight hum.

Darkness makes people like to speak their innermost thoughts. Jiang Xihe said with a smile, "I used to think that adults were difficult to get along with and always had a cold face. If I had known that adults were like this half a year ago..."

"How is it?" Pei Zhizhao was curious.

"I'm definitely not that afraid of you."

Pei Zhizhao touched her cheek with his big hand and smiled heavily.

Jiang Xihe was shocked, "Sir, do you know that I was a little afraid of you in the past?"

Pei Zhizhao nodded, "Sometimes you muster up the courage to talk to me a lot."

Thinking of those beautiful past, Jiang Xihe leaned towards Pei Zhizhao again, "Sir, will you always be so kind to me?"

Pei Zhizhao asked softly, "Then first tell me what is good about me?"

Jiang Xihe crossed his fingers and counted, "That's a lot." Jiang Xihe laughed out loud when he thought of something, "Give me all your money."

This time it was Pei Zhizhao's turn to laugh.

Jiang Xihe was happy for a long time, then suddenly felt a surge of sadness, "It would be great if my father was still here. Seeing that I am living so well now, he will definitely drag you to drink two ounces of wine."

Pei Zhizhao was the same, thinking of the dusty past, his parents and the sister who was deepest in his heart.

Strangely enough, he remembered that his sister was not as painful as before. He knew that she was dead, and all he could do was to clear the wrong for his sister.

Jiang Xihe was soft and fragrant in his arms. He stopped talking. Pei Zhizhao rested his chin on top of her head and slowly closed his eyes.

The moonlight streamed through the window, and I happily watched the lovers talking to each other. The night sky was as clear as day without any clouds, and Pei Zhizhao slowly fell asleep.

Pei Zhizhao opened his eyes the next day, and it was already dawn. For a moment, he found that he had slept all night.

For the first time in five years, he had a dreamless night.

There was a murmur from beside him, and Pei Zhizhao laughed.

Jiang Xihe took off his outer shirt at some point. He was hugging the quilt with his calves stretched out of the quilt. His little feet were white and tender, with five toes like little steamed buns. Half of his face was pressed against the pillow, and he was sleeping soundly.

Pei Zhizhao sat up slowly, tucked Jiang Xihe into bed, and his smile deepened.

(End of this chapter)