My husband is a traitor

Chapter 313 Tired, Warm
Jiang Linlang used a specific carrier pigeon to deliver the message according to the method Miki said.

Then she continued to be her female celebrity to pass the time, waiting for Rong Jue to return home.

It was about midnight when Rong Jue came back with a full body and a little tired.

But when he saw that the lights in the room were still on, he couldn't help but pause. It seemed that Jiang Linlang didn't go to bed first as he had told him in advance.

Pushing open the door, the woman who was sitting on the side of the bed earnestly being an unskilled female celebrity, raised her head when she heard the sound, with a cute smile on her face, "You're back."

For a moment, Rong Jue stopped his heartbeat and thinking, he thought, there is no scene like when he came back tired from dealing with turbulent business affairs, only to see the bedroom light was on, and the person who turned on the light for him, sitting By the bedside under the lamp, mending his clothes stitch by stitch, looking up and smiling at him gently and obediently——

To make him feel even more, in this world, such a scene is so vivid and warm, making it hard for him to let go.

After closing the door, he took off his cloak, put it on the shelf, came to the bed, and couldn't help saying softly, "Don't do it, be careful to burn your eyes."

Hearing this, Jiang Linlang threw a corner of the clothes to him, bit off the end of the thread, put the needle and thread in the basket, and rolled up half of the clothes lying on her lap in front of him.

"Okay, the sewing is ugly, but fortunately it's inside..." She raised a crooked finger and rubbed her face embarrassingly. After holding the needle and thread for a long time, her fingers were a little sore, but she looked at the crooked I couldn't help but blushed my cheeks.

Her female celebrity... really don't mention it.

Rong Jue slightly glanced at the side... Like a girl who is just learning the basics of fighting, she twitched her forehead slightly.

But he put it on without a word of sarcasm, wiped it, and deliberately showed her the effect of not being able to see the position on the lower side.

Seeing her slightly relieved, looking relieved, Rong Jue's heart softened.

He took off his clothes, folded them and put them aside.He sat down, took her right hand, and looked at the slender fingers, which were red and sunken due to taking the needle for a long time.

He frowned, and there was a touch of distress.Then he held her hand and gently massaged her knuckles.

"I won't do it in the future, just buy the clothes when they are broken." Although it was a pleasant thing for her to mend his clothes, Rong Jue was not happy to see her being troubled by it.

Perhaps he himself also realized that the illusory thing of emotion, which he once disdained to touch, had been produced, fermented, and changed in him.

If it was just him who used to have a strong desire to possess and control, he would only feel happy and satisfied with Jiang Linlang who was attached to, yearned for, well-behaved, and devoted to his own possessions.It was different now, he began to think about her, worry about her, and love her dearly.

Rong Jue, who realized this, did not feel disgusted and resisted like before, but was able to face it calmly and accept it with pleasure.

"Okay, I'm not afraid of getting tired when holding a sword, it's just a small embroidery needle, not so delicate." Jiang Linlang felt sweet in her heart, her fingers were less sore and twitched, wanting to let go of Rong Jue's warm big hands Pull out your hand.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes didn't know where to look.

It's really... Beauty is misleading.

She has no resistance to the softened Rong Jue.

Rong Jue stared at her crimson side face for a long time, then suddenly laughed in a low voice, his voice was cheerful and magnetic.

"shy?"

What I don't know is that Jiang Linlang, who loves to act coquettishly and plays tricks on weekdays, the "hagsha" who dared to express her feelings in public and was alluded to by the people in the capital, would also have such a temperament like a little girl.

Jiang Linlang, who was teased, hurriedly coughed. Rong Jue was too close to her, and the warm breath sprayed out when he laughed made her ears itchy. She pushed his cheek with one hand, and stroked his ear with the other. .

"Cough, who told you to be so good-looking!" Her eyes were swaying around, but she didn't dare to look at him, her appearance was indescribably cute and delicate.

As soon as Rong Jue took hold of her soft little hand on his cheek, he kissed her onion-rooted jade finger lightly, and his voice became more and more sexy and seductive, "Can't hold it, huh?"

Hold, hold, no, live? !
Jiang Linlang's face burned up, her fingers curled up involuntarily, her throat swallowed, her eyes were filled with mist, and her whole body was paralyzed because of the seductive voice and the gesture of kissing her fingers .

It's like there's no bone.

But Rong Jue just picked her up, and amidst her slightly surprised soft cries, he hugged her onto his lap, resting his head on her neck, his breath was filled with her fresh and warm fragrance, and he closed his eyes slightly .

Leaning obediently, with a tired voice, "Hey, let me hug you."

Hearing the tiredness in his voice, Jiang Linlang obediently remained motionless, but turned her face slightly, looking at the tiredness of his brows and the blackness of his eyes.

Feeling distressed, and not afraid of awkward posture, she turned around slightly, gently covered his temples with both hands, and gently massaged him.

Recently, the government affairs of the court and China are busy, and it is really difficult to bring down Gu Shengchang. For several days in a row, he left early and returned late, and neither of them had a proper meal together.

Rong Jue closed his eyes, holding Jiang Linlang's hand slightly tightly, with a slightly dependent posture, tender and gentle, quiet and harmless.

The breath gradually becomes even and long.

Jiang Linlang saw that his brows and eyes were relaxed and peaceful, thinking that sleeping like this must be uncomfortable, so she gently removed his hand that was holding her waist, but she couldn't.

With a helpless smile, she called him softly, "Rong Jue, Rong Jue? Don't sleep, lie down and sleep again."

Hearing her voice, the man who was half asleep and half awake was willing to let go.

Seeing this, Jiang Linlang couldn't laugh or cry, and couldn't help being amused by the possessiveness in this man's bones.

He landed gently on the ground, supported the slightly opened person to lie down, took off his shoes and socks, and pulled the quilt to cover him.

"I'll get some hot water to wipe your face." Looking at the big hand slightly holding her wrist, Jiang Linlang smiled inaudibly, pursed the corners of her mouth, and said softly in a coaxing voice.

When she came back from fetching water, Rong Jue had already fallen into a deep sleep, without any malice, quiet and gentle.

Jiang Linlang moved very lightly, afraid of disturbing his rare sleep, she squeezed a warm handkerchief and wiped his face, hands and feet while watching his peaceful sleeping face.

Thinking back to the first time I met him, the person who would wake up even the slightest movement, but now fell asleep so deeply, it was unbelievable, and I felt indescribably happy and satisfied.

When the matter is over, she should tell him about her thoughts on retiring, maybe he thinks the same way?

While thinking about the bright future, Jiang Linlang couldn't help curling her lips, and the silhouette of the lights on the window looked so gentle.

(End of this chapter)