Chongfei Manual pt. 1

54.2

Chang Hong stood up and saw that other person's slanted eyebrows and indifferently cold, thin lips. It was Prince Jing.

Startled, Chang Hong watched him pick up Wei Luo in a bridal carry. With furrowed eyebrows, Chang Hong said, "Men and women should keep their distance from each other. Let me carry her instead."

Zhao Jie pretended to not hear him. As he walked, he said to Zhu Geng, "This prince's room has medicinal wine. Bring it over to fourth miss's room."

Zhu Geng agreed and immediately disappeared into the dim light of night.

Fortunately, the lighting was dim here. Most of the people were in the octagonal pavilion admiring the moon, playing wine-drinking games, and composing and reciting poetry. They weren't paying attention to the situation over here. Zhao Jie couldn't resist picking up Wei Luo and firmly walking away from this troublesome place.

Wei Luo didn't expect that he would suddenly appear. She dazedly looked at him and could only see his chin and thin lips. She uneasily shifted around and said in an anxious tone, "Big brother let me down. It won't be good if anyone sees... Chang Hong. Let Chang Hong carry me."

Zhao Jie didn't let go of her. Instead, he held her tighter. "Does your foot not hurt anymore?"

She couldn't tell what he was feeling from the sound of his voice.

The hollow of his palm felt scalding hot. Only a layer of clothing separated her skin from his. It made her feel somewhat uneasy.

Her eyelashes trembled and raised her eyelids. Her teary eyes gave off the feeling of innocence, "It hurts."

Zhao Jie's face finally became slightly milder, but his steps didn't stop. He carried her all the way to the eastern courtyard. He entered her inner room and placed her down on her rosewood arhat bed.

How could he enter her inner room so naturally? Although she had been close to him since her childhood, she was grown up now. Shouldn't they avoid doing things that would arouse suspicion? Wasn’t he the one that said to not allow men to freely enter her courtyard?

As Wei Luo was puzzling this out, Zhao Jie had already crouched down in front of her. He took off her red shoe that was embroidered with golden tree peony flowers, and then took off her white silk sock, "Let this prince see your injury."

A tender white foot was exposed in front of a man's eyes. Her toenails were an attractive pink and appeared smooth and delicate. At the moment, because she was nervous and ill at ease, her five toes were slightly curved inwards. It was both shy and cute. Zhao Jie's eyes turned and became darker. Without a change in his expression, he held her foot and checked her injury.

Wei Luo shrunk backwards. She wasn't used to his touch, "Let me do it..."

Zhao Jie looked up at her. At the same time, his fingers gently pressed down on the spot that she was injured, "How can you do it yourself? Does this hurt?"

Wei Luo whimpered. Her tears almost came out of her eyes. She curled up and her forehead unconsciously came to Zhao Jie's shoulder. She pitifully said, "Big brother, be a little more gentle. It hurts..."

Her sweet milky voice was right at his ear. Zhao Jie felt that half of his body had become numb. He turned around to look at the side of her small face. Her white teeth were biting her pink lip. Teardrops were hanging on her thick and long eyelashes. This pitiful appearance really made it difficult for him to maintain control.

Zhao Jie slightly lowered his head. His thin lips wiped her soft cheek. With a hoarse voice, he said, "Hug me if it hurts. Ah Luo, be obedient. Don't flail about.”