nycdaug Chapter 229 His Highness the King of Qin Was Lustful
Chapter 229 His Highness the King of Qin Was Lustful
Su Mowan suddenly remembered a question: How did Murong Jing get into the bathtub, and how did he get out?
Could it be that after stripping naked, one uses light-footed skills to fly in, and then flies out naked again?
This scene... cough!
Su Mowan glanced at the steaming bathtub and walked towards Murong Jing by the bed.
Murong Jing was wearing a white undergarment, his black hair cascading down like a waterfall, still damp.
Upon seeing her enter, Murong Jing said directly, "Hot water has been prepared for you. I'll go to sleep now."
As she spoke, before she even got close, she moved into the bed and then raised her hand to pull down half of the bed curtain.
Su Mowan froze on the spot, her expression quite interesting.
Although Murong Jing was curled up in bed, he still didn't feel safe taking a shower when there were men in the room.
She had also instructed Yinshuang to prepare hot water, but now it seems that it was completely unnecessary.
I'll probably have to sleep at Murong Jing's place again tonight.
Su Mowan glanced at the bed again, and seeing no movement, she had no choice but to walk towards the bathtub.
All the necessary utensils were already placed next to the bathtub. Su Mowan glanced at them and then thought of a problem.
Shouldn't you usually call for someone to serve you in this situation?
Did Murong Jing know that she didn't like having someone next to her when she was taking a bath?
As Su Mowan pondered this, she glanced towards the bedside again, afraid that Murong Jing would stick his head out.
Seeing that it was still quiet over there, Su Mowan quickly took off her men's clothes, and paused when she was left in her undergarments.
She first removed the bun on top of her head, letting her loose black hair hang down to her waist, then took off all her inner clothes and quickly got into the bathtub.
She ducked under the water, leaving only her head above water.
Taking a bath felt incredibly relaxing. Su Mowan sighed contentedly, her whole body at ease.
I spent almost the entire day running around, going to the Imperial Prison and then to the morgue. It seems my cold constitution has gotten worse.
Su Mowan also put her hands into the hot water and rubbed them.
The thought that Murong Jing was also bathing in the same tub stirred a gentle current through her heart, and an ambiguous atmosphere filled the room.
After soaking for only fifteen minutes, Su Mowan stood up from the bathtub.
Her damp hair clung tightly to her bare skin, her eyelashes were slightly damp from the heat, and even her eyes appeared misty.
She stepped out of the bathtub with her fair and slender legs, quickly grabbed a towel from the side and wrapped herself up tightly, covering her alluring figure.
Then he wrapped his wet hair up and rubbed it in his hands.
She lowered her head slightly, revealing her smooth, jade-like neck, a sight that was particularly alluring in the dim candlelight.
After tidying herself up and putting on clean undergarments, Su Mowan walked to the door and told the maid waiting outside that she was ready and the bath tub could be removed.
After saying that, Su Mowan consciously turned around and went to the bedside. She peeked inside and saw that Murong Jing had indeed closed his eyes.
Su Mowan knew he definitely wasn't asleep.
Seeing that his hair wasn't completely dry, she called out to him, "Your hair isn't dry yet, don't go to sleep."
Sure enough, Murong Jing opened his eyes and looked straight at her.
After glancing at her chest for a moment, he quickly looked away and said indifferently, "Dry your hair before you come up."
Seeing his strange expression, Su Mowan lowered her head.
She noticed that her hair had soaked her chest, revealing glimpses of her skin underneath, and her cheeks immediately burned!
...Would Murong Jing think she was deliberately seducing him?
Su Mowan quickly went back, picked up another unused dry cloth, wrapped it around her hair, and vigorously rubbed it.
Just then, four maids came in to move the bath tub. When they saw her like this, they were stunned for a moment, then quickly lowered their heads, their faces flushing red.
Su Mowan felt a little embarrassed.
She quickly wrung out her hair until it was about 70-80% dry, threw the towel in her hand next to the bathtub, and went to the bed.
Seeing that she was embarrassed, the four maids exchanged ambiguous glances with her after she had gone some distance away, covered their mouths and chuckled, before taking the bath tub out and closing the door.
Su Mowan had good hearing and naturally heard the rustling laughter of the maids, making her feel even more humiliated.
In particular, she was so embarrassed that she forgot to ask someone to prepare another undergarment!
I was immediately filled with remorse.
Fortunately, she knew that Murong Jing must have his undergarments in his closet, so she could just take his and wear them.
Having made up her mind, Su Mowan walked directly to the cabinet where Murong Jing kept his clothes. She opened the cabinet door and, sure enough, saw the clothes that were neatly folded.
There are everyday clothes, official clothes, palace clothes, and all kinds of clothes.
There aren't many colors, but the designs are very elaborate.
Opening another cabinet door revealed the undergarments Su Mowan was looking for. She grabbed the top one and quickly stripped off her own garment, putting on Murong Jing's.
For her, it was rather generous.
Murong Jing is of a well-proportioned, slightly slender build, but his height is still considerable.
She could easily wear his undergarment as a nightgown.
Su Mowan hung her wet undershirt on the clothes rack and jumped into bed.
She didn't immediately shrink into the blanket.
Murong Jing's bedroom had an underfloor heating system, so the room wasn't cold. Perhaps because she had just taken a bath, she even felt that the room was a bit warm.
"Hey, shall I dry your hair?"
Su Mowan said to Murong Jing, who was lying very flat and properly.
Upon hearing this, Murong Jing opened his eyes again, and when he saw that she was actually wearing his undergarment, his gaze darkened.
This woman... is being overly attentive for no reason.
Therefore, His Highness Prince Qin began to be wary: Could it be that Su Mowan wants money again?
Unaware that her good intentions had been misinterpreted, Su Mowan found it strange when she noticed that Murong Jing seemed somewhat displeased by his gaze.
Is it wrong for me to try to be nice to others?
In fact, Murong Jing's hair was already almost dry. He had used his internal energy to dry it while Su Mowan went to change her clothes.
Finally, Murong Jing said, "No need. Just mind your own business and don't disturb my sleep."
"..."
What does this have to do with anything?
He just can't fall asleep right now, isn't he?
Did drying his hair disturb his sleep?
Su Mowan glanced at him.
Her hair was on the softer side, so it dried faster. Plus, she had wiped it a couple of times while changing her clothes, so it looked soft with some wispy strands. Her cheeks were also slightly flushed after the shower, making one's mouth go dry just looking at her.
His Highness the King of Qin, his mouth dry, had no choice but to say, "Turn out the lamp!"
Su Mowan turned off the light as instructed.
After finishing, I crawled into bed and lay down.
Just as he was about to close his eyes, he heard Murong Jing say from the side, "Aren't you afraid of the cold?"
Startled by his sudden remark, Su Mowan had no idea what he meant, so she could only hum in response.
No sooner had he finished speaking than Murong Jing's voice came through his ear again.
"Since you're afraid of the cold, why don't you come closer?"
"..."
So arrogant!
If I'm too gentle, he'll become impotent, right?
Su Mowan raised her hand and lowered the half of the bed curtain that was still hanging before slowly moving over.
Murong Jing seemed annoyed by her slow movements, and even reached out his hand, probably intending to grab her. As soon as Su Mowan heard his movement, she reacted immediately and pounced on him.
The movement was a bit too forceful, and it directly hit Murong Jing's nose.
Hearing Murong Jing's muffled groan, Su Mowan quickly sat up and said, "Um, I was just too excited..."
"..."
"I have something to tell you!" Su Mowan quickly stated.
Murong Jing said, "Lie down and talk."
So Su Mowan obediently lay down.
Of course, she was nestled against someone's chest. She could clearly feel his heartbeat and the faint, fresh scent of his bath.
Su Mowan felt a little itchy in her nose and couldn't help sniffing.
Murong Jing's voice came from above: "What do you want to say?"
"I'll kill that corrupt official Li Junmo."
After Su Mowan finished speaking, she wanted to look up and say something more, but Murong Jing pressed her back down into the crook of his neck.
"Just kill him if you want."
Such a nonchalant, indifferent tone?
"No officers or soldiers were injured, but they saw someone break into the prison. Will Qingcheng be in trouble afterward?"
It's natural for Su Mowan to think this way. Qingcheng, as a prisoner, was kidnapped, and the executioner died. No matter how you look at it, it was the work of the prisoner's accomplices. Although Qingcheng is innocent, she might be taken in for questioning.
Killing an official of the imperial court is a serious crime.
Although Li Junmo deserved to die, he shouldn't have died so 'unexplained'.
Murong Jing knew what she was worried about, and he subtly placed his hand on her waist: "No, I have already entrusted this matter to Song Chuwen. He knows what to do."
"That's good."
Su Mowan breathed a sigh of relief, her whole body going limp.
As if possessed, she nuzzled her head against Murong Jing's neck, causing him to stiffen.
Su Mowan was also startled by her own sudden intimate gesture. Just a moment ago, it felt like she was possessed by a ghost!
She quickly pulled her head back a little, and in an instant came up with a topic: "Shen Murui said that they are going to Huian Temple tomorrow."
"Ah."
Murong Jing responded indifferently, seemingly uninterested, but still said, "Be careful in everything. I will give Feng Yue another reminder first thing tomorrow morning."
Su Mowan responded lazily. She had been running around all day and was so tired that her eyelids were drooping.
She trusted him and Feng Yue. Although Feng Yue was young, he must have extraordinary abilities to be able to take on this leadership position.
She had no doubt about Feng Yue's abilities.
Soon, even breathing could be heard, and she fell into a deep sleep.
Feeling that one of her arms was being pressed down, Murong Jing gently moved her closer to his chest. He stretched out his other arm to hold her firmly, and rubbed his chin against the top of her head.
Seeing that she was sleeping soundly and unresponsive, His Highness the Prince of Qin became lustful.
He gently lifted her head, followed her breath, and leaned in to kiss her slightly parted lips.
It's very soft and a little sweet.
While sleeping, Su Mowan dreamt of something delicious and took a big bite.