Under Feng Jiuer's urging, Di Wuya finally sat in the tub obediently.
Behind the screen, the man was sitting in the bathtub, with only his strong shoulders and two thick arms exposed.
The woman stood behind him, squeezing his shoulders and arms.
The water surface is covered with pink rose petals.
A slight mist of moisture rose in the water, and the man's handsome face was covered with a thin layer of sweat.
I don't know if it was because he was too tired or because the woman's gesture was too comfortable. At this moment, the man closed his eyes and breathed very steadily.
His arms were draped casually on the tub, and his muscles were clearly visible, which was really attractive.
The man's head was raised slightly, and his perfect facial features looked even more charming under the sweat beads.
Feng Jiuer's soft hands kept massaging his strong neck, but she couldn't bear to move her eyes away from this charming and handsome face.
Even with his full forehead and eagle eyes closed, one can imagine his profound appearance.
A tall nose bridge, even in today's society with such a high level of medical skills, such a perfect nose is definitely not possible.
Feng Jiuer's eyes fell on Di Wuya's thin lips, and she licked her lips unconsciously.
She has tried this lip that makes many women crazy, and it seems that she is the only one who can try it.
Imagining the sweetness at that time, Feng Jiuer licked her lips again, and even the air around her felt a lot warmer.
Sure enough, the Nine Emperors Uncle was not something that ordinary people could appreciate. She just looked at it for a while, and even her breathing became a little heavier.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips and forced herself to look away, mainly to put away the thoughts that she shouldn't have in her heart.
She is a woman, a very decent woman, okay? She didn’t think too much about it, not at all!
However, she is really just a woman, a normal woman. With such a beautiful man beside her, can she not think too much about it?
"What's wrong?" Di Wuya's voice suddenly sounded.
Feng Jiuer suddenly regained consciousness and glanced at him: "What...what's wrong? I have nothing, nothing!"
No, it's impossible! But she can't tell Uncle Nine Emperors that she accidentally overthought it just now, right?
She is a decent, upright, and decent lady from ancient times. They are not married yet, so what are they thinking? No! Definitely not!
Feng Jiuer just tried to convince herself that she really didn't think about anything just now.
But unexpectedly, when she cast her eyes on Di Wuya again, she found that he was opening his eyes and looking at her.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, I really didn't think about anything."
As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Feng Jiuer realized what nonsense she had said.
Doesn’t she have three hundred taels of silver here? Poor!
No matter how strong she is, even if the sky falls without blinking an eye, in front of him, she is still the frail Feng Jiuer she was before.
And all this is what he thinks, right?
Feng Jiuer pursed her pink lips, lowered her head, and continued to massage Di Wuya.
What a grievance! She is obviously no longer a weakling, but she forced herself to become a weakling.
Isn't this because she misses him so much? She wasn't this kind of person before, really not!
Di Wuya turned his head and took the soft little hand: "Don't rub it when you are tired."
"Don't you have something to ask? Go sit down and let's talk."
Feng Jiuer looked at God Wuya with pity and nodded.
After saying "Yeah", she picked up a square towel and wiped her hands, then sat down on the chair next to the tub.
On the table next to the chair, there was freshly squeezed orange juice and some pastries.
He likes to eat pastries and so does she.
Feng Jiuer picked up the big cup and took a sip of orange juice, feeling much better.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, do you want some cake?" She put down the cup and looked back at Di Wuya.
Di Wuya nodded lightly, with a slight smile on his lips.
Feng Jiuer didn't know that he was laughing at her stupidity. Even she was laughing at herself. How could she prevent others from laughing?
But in fact, Di Wuya didn't mean to be sarcastic. He was just quite satisfied with the little girl's performance after he came back.
Feng Jiuer calmed down, picked up a piece of pastry, and put it into Di Wuya's mouth.
While Di Wuya was slowly tasting the pastries she had prepared for him, Feng Jiuer already put one piece of pastry into his mouth.
She must be hungry, so she can't control her thoughts. It's okay! As long as she is full, she will be fine.
After eating a few pieces of pastries, Feng Jiuer's mood seemed to really improve.
She took another sip of orange juice, turned back again, and looked at the man beside her.
Seeing Uncle Jiuhuang's eyes on her orange juice, Feng Jiuer raised her eyebrows slightly: "Want to drink it?"
Di Wuya still nodded, with the corners of his mouth raised slightly.
Feng Jiuer brought her favorite freshly squeezed orange juice to him.
Di Wuya opened his mouth slightly, his arms still resting on the tub, with a lazy attitude.
Feng Jiuer pressed Nu's lips and gave him a mouthful: "How?"
"Not bad!" Di Wuya opened his mouth again.
Feng Jiuer fed him another mouthful and said softly: "There's nothing good here, except that there are a lot of fruits."
"Now is the harvest season, and there are more fruits. I like fresh and juicy fruits. I never get tired of eating them."
The smile on Feng Jiuer's face became a little forced when the man drank her orange juice one by one until the glass bottomed out.
But think about it, Jiuhuangshu has never been a person who likes to eat fruit. If he wants to drink it, just give it to him and she can do it.
As soon as a woman comforted herself, the man really drank all of her orange juice into his stomach.
Feng Jiuer stared at Di Wuya, said "Gulu" and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Is it really so delicious?"
"Yeah." Di Wuya nodded, looked away, and leaned on the tub again.
Feng Jiuer actually saw him licking his lips unintentionally, and Uncle Nine Emperors licked his lips.
Does Uncle Nine Emperors really like drinking orange juice so much? How come she didn’t know he liked oranges before?
Di Wuya didn't tell her that he liked it just because it was the juice she had drunk.
Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, with a little doubt and reluctance, and turned back to put the cup down.
She pulled up a chair, put her elbows next to the tub, supported her head with her hands, and looked at the handsome face that had made her lose consciousness just now.
Now she is full after eating. Although she is not full yet, at least she will not lose her soul again.
"You can tell me now, where have you been during this time?"
"Went to the capital." Di Wuya responded softly, still closing his eyes.
"Then what?" Feng Jiuer pursed her lips, not too surprised by his answer.
"Our father is no longer in Feng Qiongcang's hands. This is the only gain." Di Wuya suddenly opened his eyes and moved closer to Feng Jiu'er.
Feng Jiuer looked at the eyes that were close at hand. She didn't know if there was moisture in her eyes or something was wrong with her eyes, and she kept blinking.
"That, that... our father, I..."
Di Wuya moved forward slightly, and Feng Jiuer's words were drowned under his thin lips.
