The Foolish Husband of the Landlord's Family (GL)

Chapter 63: A Sudden Pause

"I... I still have my left hand," Lin Kong said, initially disinterested, but Jiang Yuan's words piqued her curiosity. She glanced at her left hand, relieved: luckily, it was uninjured.

Jiang Yuan followed Lin Kong's gaze to her left hand, which was indeed intact, likely because Lin Kong favored her right hand for swordplay.

Thinking it over, Jiang Yuan raised an eyebrow with a soft laugh, "But the problem is, I don't want to be intimate with you right now. So having a left hand doesn't help unless you plan to... be intimate with yourself?"

Lin Kong's bright eyes blinked in confusion, then realization hit, her face heating up as she dropped her gaze, her ears turning red.

"So easily embarrassed...?" Jiang Yuan's words trailed off, realizing the implication of her statement. Lin Kong being intimate with herself...

Her own face warmed as she picked up a towel to wipe Lin Kong's hands, trying to shift her attention but finding herself captivated by Lin Kong's hands.

Lin Kong's hands, calloused from sword practice, had nails kept trimmed short after past experiences. Jiang Yuan couldn't help but glance at her again, her mind wandering to intimate thoughts.

Lin Kong felt self-conscious under Jiang Yuan's gaze, as if always prepared for intimacy, her earlier frustration forgotten, replaced by worry that Jiang Yuan might misunderstand her intentions.

Uncomfortably, she curled her fingers, mumbling, "Wife..."

Jiang Yuan didn't respond, methodically cleaning between Lin Kong's fingers like one would with a child, finally saying, "Looks like I need to prepare as well."

She examined her own hands, well-maintained over the past year, soft and tender, but her right middle finger always made her uneasy.

If, during intimacy, she accidentally activated the vortex, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Lin Kong hadn't thought that far, only turning redder at Jiang Yuan's mention of preparation. She glanced at Jiang Yuan's hands, silently lamenting her own rough skin.

Seeing Lin Kong blush, distracted from her vengeance, Jiang Yuan felt a sense of achievement, as if soothing a crying child.

She fetched a needle, sterilized it with a small flame, and carefully pierced the blisters on Lin Kong's hands, wiping the pink fluid with a handkerchief. "Kong'er, don't do this again."

Such reckless actions were akin to self-harm.

Lin Kong nodded slightly, her voice barely a whisper, "Okay."

She seemed deflated, recalling the day's events. Jiang Yuan pinched her cheek playfully, "Promise me, even if you need to vent, don't hurt yourself."

Lin Kong yielded to Jiang Yuan's touch, the gentle pressure more a caress than a pinch, comforting like a kitten nuzzling a hand. "Alright."

Finally, some life returned to Lin Kong. Jiang Yuan withdrew her hand, tidying up before gesturing to the bed, "Time to sleep."

"Okay." Lin Kong obediently climbed into bed, scooting over when Jiang Yuan joined her, staring at the canopy above.

Jiang Yuan turned to poke Lin Kong's cheek, but she merely shifted slightly, continuing to stare.