Wen Qing looked at Wen Jing in disbelief, dear?

Tongue kiss? !

Why did this clone let him kiss him? !

Wen Qing's mind started to mess up.

Wen Jing is his doppelganger, and he wants to kiss again

Is this, is this narcissism?

Seeing the shock in Wen Qing's eyes, Wen Jing laughed softly.

He didn't explain, but kept his voice down and continued, "Kiss me a little longer."

"Kiss until you can't breathe, until your eyes are watery, and your mouth is numb..."

Wen Jing's words are rough, but these words seem to have turned into real things.

The dryness in Wen Qing's body was drawn out again, his breathing became a little faster, a layer of water mist formed under his eyes, the heat on his cheeks spread to his neck, and his entire face turned red.

Wen Jing stared at the flushed cheeks, and hooked the corners of his lips.

"Do you feel it lightly?"

"How come your body temperature has become hot, it's so hot, you haven't kissed me yet, why did it become like this..."

Wen Jing flexed his fingers, and the fingertips slowly brushed the warm skin, and the lips scraped his lips gently, entangled in his breathing.

Wen Qing's lips trembled, she pinched her palms, her body seemed to be out of control, getting hotter and hotter.

Wen Jing tilted her head slightly, closer to Wen Qing's face.

He blinked his eyes, his eyelashes hooked up with warm and slender eyelashes, and looking at those dark eyes, he continued, "gently, just kiss me and you'll be able to pass the customs."

Wen Qing didn't want to be so close to him, but there was no way to escape, so she could only feel Wen Jing's breath, and his whole face was itchy.

Wen Jing said in a low voice: "This deal is not a loss."

Wen Qing tilted her head with difficulty, barely avoiding the mirror for a part of her breath.

He lowered his eyes nervously, didn't look directly at Wen Jing, thinking to himself, if this is a real deal, of course it's not a loss.

But judging from Wen Jing's behavior and attitude just now, 99% of the sale was a lie to him.

There's no way that Gym can tell the truth.

Wen Jing looked at his trembling eyelashes and said with a chuckle, "Hurry up and think about it."

"If it's so slow, I'll raise the price."

"If it's any slower, it's more than just kissing."

"I still want to touch me lightly," he said, and he wanted to put his fingertips between Wen Qingbai's tender fingers. "The soft hand is a circle smaller than mine, so cute."

"I want your hand—"

The voice stopped abruptly, and suddenly, Wen Qing suddenly felt a cold wind blowing over, and then the restraint on her body disappeared.

Wen Jing suddenly let go of his hand, rolled sideways on the bed, and jumped out of the bed.

The housekeeper stood at the door and looked at Wen Jing blankly.

Wen Qing stared blankly at the butler who suddenly appeared.

The small blue light in the butler's eyes flickered slowly, and his eyes swept over Wen Qing's exposed legs.

He walked to the bed, put the tray in his hand on the bedside table, tidied up the quilt, and covered Wen lightly.

The next second, go straight to the temperature mirror.

Wen Jing looked at the housekeeper, and the corners of her lips slowly twitched: "The housekeeper came quite fast."

The housekeeper didn't talk nonsense with him, strode to Wen Jing, raised his hand and grabbed Wen Jing's collar.

Wen Jing's face changed slightly, and he ducked sideways, pulling away from the housekeeper.

The butler stepped forward again, moving quickly, approaching Wen Jing in the blink of an eye.

Wen Qing sat on the bed and stared blankly at the housekeeper approaching Wen Jing, who avoided it again.

The two didn't fight, they didn't even touch.

A few minutes later, Wen Jing sneered: "You dare to touch me with this thing?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, and saw the faint anger between Wen Jing's eyebrows.

Wen Jing didn't want to be touched by the housekeeper, but he came to touch himself.

It's narcissism.

Wen Qing was stunned.

The housekeeper looked at Wen Jing and said lightly, "No."

"I think it's dirty."

Wen Jing's face changed, as if he wanted to say something, and then his face became worse.

Under the dim light, Wen Qing could clearly see that his face changed greatly, and his movements became a little stiff.

Wen Jing sneered: "Very good."

After he finished speaking, he turned around, walked towards the mirror hanging on the wall, and said to Wen Qing, "gently think about it..."

Wen Jing's voice was getting lower and lower, Wen Wei was slightly startled, not sure if it was his own illusion, Wen Jing's voice suddenly sounded weak.

Wen Jing didn't do anything else, didn't take a second look at the housekeeper, and walked straight into the mirror.

The mirror becomes an ordinary mirror again.

Wen Qing didn't see Wen Jing in the mirror, but only saw the bedroom reflected in the mirror, and there was nothing unusual.

He looked at the housekeeper blankly: "What's going on?"

The housekeeper walked over to the bed, lowered his eyes and said calmly, "I'm going to pour water for you."

"Rest at this time, you'll wake up thirsty in the middle of the night."

"No," Wen Qing paused, glanced at his glasses, and asked, "I was asking what happened to you and Wen Jing just now?"

Thinking that the housekeeper didn't know who Wen Jing was, he added: "It's me in the mirror."

The blue light in the butler's eyes flashed, but he didn't speak.

Wen frowned slightly, knowing that the housekeeper meant that he couldn't answer his question.

He lowered his eyes, recalling the conversation and actions of Wen Jing and the housekeeper just now.

Wen Jing didn't want to be touched by the housekeeper, so he kept hiding.

Then Wen Jing seemed to be a little... powerless and slowed down...

Just thinking about it, a glass of water suddenly appeared under Wen Qing's eyelids.

He was stunned for a moment, took the teacup, and lowered his head to drink water.

Just after taking a sip, before swallowing, the quilt on his leg was lifted by the housekeeper, and Wen Qing almost spit out a mouthful of water.

He quickly put down the teacup, trying to stop the butler's movements.

After the butler lifted the quilt, he did nothing but looked at his legs quietly.

Wen Qing's cheeks flushed, and she reached out to grab the quilt: "What are you looking at?"

The housekeeper said the truth: "Look at your legs."

Hearing this, Wen Qing couldn't help bending her legs, pulled the quilt to cover it, and said with a blushing face, "Why are you looking at my legs?"

"You, don't you have it yourself?"

The housekeeper glanced around the bed, picked up the medicine jar that had fallen on the corner of the bed, and slowly opened it: "There is a red mark on your leg."

Wen Qing blinked, he didn't notice it, but now that the housekeeper said that, the side of his leg hurt a little, maybe because Wen Jing was scratched by his clothes when he got out of bed just now.

The housekeeper opened the medicine jar, leaned over slowly, and said to Wen Qing, "I'll help you get the medicine."

Wen Qing said immediately, "No, it will be fine tomorrow."

The housekeeper looked at him and said lightly, "You have been touched by something dirty. If you don't take medicine, it may become more serious tomorrow."

"Or, do you want to wear a skirt tomorrow?"

Wen Qing pursed his lips, he didn't want to wear a skirt, and he didn't want to let the housekeeper give him medicine again.

After hesitating for a moment, he snatched the medicine jar from the butler's hand: "I'll just apply it myself."

"Yes." The housekeeper replied without any movement, standing beside the bed and looking at him quietly.

Wen Qing lifted the quilt and dipped a little ointment on his fingertips.

He glanced at the butler out of the corner of his eye, and seeing that the butler was still staring at him, his cheeks involuntarily became slightly hot: "Don't look at me."

The housekeeper said lightly, "I need to supervise your medication."

Wen Qing flexed his fingers and said nothing, thinking that it would be better to finish applying it sooner.

He turned his legs slightly and quickly smeared the ointment on the red marks.

Just as I was about to cover the quilt, I heard the housekeeper say, "It needs to be wiped off, ma'am."

Wen Qing's fingertips paused, worried that if she didn't wipe it off, the housekeeper would do it again, so she had to spin on the red seal to spread the ointment evenly.

The housekeeper half-closed his eyes and looked at Wen Qing.

He seemed very shy, and the tips of his ears were all red.

He lowered his head, his white fingers rested on his legs, the fingertips were a touch of red, and the soft flesh on his legs sank slightly. Has a yellowish sheen.

The moment Wen Qing was about to withdraw, the housekeeper said, "Madam, you need to wait for the medicine to be absorbed."

"Understood." Wen Qing responded with a blushing face.

He didn't dare to walk side by side, and he didn't put on the quilt. He always felt that the housekeeper was looking at him, so he had to turn slightly to avoid the housekeeper's sight.

Little did he know that this action caused the housekeeper to focus his attention on his waist, and the corners of his clothes were slightly raised, revealing a white and tender waist, and the...

The housekeeper didn't make a sound, just watched quietly.

Different perspectives have different feelings when looking at it.

The blue light of the housekeeper's eyes flickered faster.

This time, the redness was not large, and the medicine was absorbed within a few minutes.

Wen Qing quickly covered the quilt and put on pajamas under the quilt.

He slowly asked the housekeeper, "That... Did Xiao Jiyu find it?"

Butler: "No."

"Okay." Wen Qing replied, the whole person indented into the quilt, only one head was exposed.

The butler glanced at him, picked up the tea set tray on the bedside table, turned around and left.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and quickly asked, "Where are you going?"

The butler paused slightly, walked to the tea table, put down the tray, and said lightly, "Nowhere."

Wen let out a light breath, he just thought the housekeeper was leaving.

He blinked and asked knowingly, "You don't have to sleep at night, right?"

The butler replied, "Yes."

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, thinking that she regretted not letting the housekeeper stay in the room a few days ago.

The housekeeper can't tell him about Wen Jing, and Wen Qing is not sure whether Wen Jing can hear their conversation now.

Wen Qing looked at the quilt on her body and had an idea: "I will kick the quilt at night when I sleep."

The butler looked at him quietly, without speaking.

Wen Qing was afraid that the housekeeper could not understand his suggestion, and said, "It will be cold."

The butler still did not speak.

Wen Qing frantically hinted: "And sleeping without a quilt is easy to get sick."

The housekeeper half-closed his eyes, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and said softly, "I will take good care of you, ma'am."