Chapter 18: The Contrast of the Lord (17)
Mu Ziyu didn't say anything, he just swept Mo Jiuhua's face and the hair with moisture with those deep and flat eyes without a trace, paused and then looked away.
Seeing that he didn't speak again, Mo Jiuhua was helpless, an awkward little boy...... Is......
"Then the prince, it's better for the slave to wait for you to bathe."
Saying that, not giving Mu Ziyu a chance to refuse, Mo Jiuhua quickly stepped forward and lifted the wooden barrel that fell to the ground and went out.
After a while, she returned with a bucket of water, which she poured into the tub.
In this way, Mo Jiuhua went back and forth several times with a bucket of hot water and a bucket of cold water, and finally it was ready.
She bent down to test the temperature of the water, and felt that it was just right, then got up and said to Mu Ziyu: "Lord Wang, the temperature is just right, please." ”
“……”
Mu Ziyu looked at Mo Jiuhua and pursed his lips and was silent.
Mo Jiuhua's face was abrupt: "Do you want a slave to give you a wide coat?" Here it comes. ”
As she spoke, she stepped forward with an arrow, and before Mu Ziyu could react, she took off her robe.
Mu Ziyu's always indifferent eyes were finally no longer calm: "No need, this king will come by himself!" ”
Looking at this anxious and frightened tone, I don't know what I think he is going through to something indescribable.
Mo Jiuhua: "......"
Suddenly, she sighed: "The slave knows that you don't like to be touched, but you don't feel at ease like this slave now, what if you drop yourself like the bucket of water?" ”
"So, don't be willful, don't worry, the slave will undress you with her eyes closed, and you will never see what you shouldn't see."
Mo Jiuhua did what he said.
In the next second, I saw her close her eyes and pull off all the clothes on Mu Ziyu's body, and then suddenly a princess hugged her, picked Mu Ziyu up horizontally, and put it in the bathtub with gentle movements.
Then he touched a large square towel on the edge of the bathtub and stuffed it to Mu Ziyu so that he could cover himself.
After a while, Mo Jiuhua opened his eyes, and then saw Mu Ziyu who had shrunk himself together and covered his important parts with a square scarf.
Mu Ziyu lowered his head at this time, and no one could see his expression clearly.
Seeing him like this, a smile appeared on Mo Jiuhua's face, but his tone was a little cautious and tentative: "...... Rajah? What's wrong with you? Anything else? Though the slave and the maid are commanded. ”
As soon as Mo Jiuhua's words fell, she heard Mu Ziyu's slightly depressed young voice scolding her in a low voice: "...... Get out! ”
“……”
Although this sounded like a reprimand, Mo Jiuhua could hear the unnaturalness and the little nervous trill.
Cute and want the sun.
The corners of Mo Jiuhua's lips hooked up with a smile, and he responded respectfully, "If the prince has any orders, summon the slave and maid at any time, and the slave and maid will retire." ”
After speaking, Mo Jiuhua turned around and left, leaving Mu Ziyu who was still sitting in the bathtub with his head down.
It took him a long time to soothe the tense nerves that had just been tense, and then he raised his head.
Mu Ziyu pulled out a bronze mirror out of nowhere, looked at himself who was obviously blushing but expressionless, and turned his eyes away for a long time.
After a few seconds, I looked at it again.
Turn your head away from the ......
At first glance......
Skimming his head and not looking at ......
Take another look......
……
Seeing that his complexion had finally returned to normal, Mu Ziyu threw the mirror aside, and finally secretly poked and breathed a sigh of relief.
But when he closed his eyes, a scene unconsciously appeared in his mind.
As a result, another shallow flush appeared in Mu Ziyu's ears.