Chapter 123 His Lips Look So Kissable

Chapter 123: His Lips Look Like They’d Be Nice to Kiss

If his body could move, he would have wanted to kill her with his own hands.

"A He, don't worry. I'll send her to the authorities tomorrow."

Being thrown into the Ministry of Justice's prison would be far worse than killing Nanny Xu outright.

And she will die without a doubt!

Luo Junhe had no concerns about Ji Yuntang's ability to handle matters. He was completely at ease leaving Nanny Xu to her.

Suddenly thinking of something, Luo Junhe's gaze flickered. He took Ji Yuntang's hand, and his magnetic voice carried a hint of grievance.

"A Tang, enough about her. The song that you sang today for Luo Qingge and Heir Xie—I've never heard you sing it before."

The implication was clear: he wanted Ji Yuntang to sing for him alone.

Every time Luo Junhe thought about how everyone at the palace banquet, including Luo Qingge and Xie Liuzheng, had heard Ji Yuntang sing while he never had the chance to hear it privately, a wave of resentment struck him.

It was unfair!

Ji Yuntang noticed the hint of grievance and accusation in Luo Junhe's voice and was a little surprised.

She had always assumed Luo Junhe was only interested in military affairs and martial arts, not music.

"A He, do you like listening to songs too?"

"As long as you're the one singing, I love them all."

After saying that, Luo Junhe added, "A Tang, you can't play favorites. If others have something, I should have it too."

Ji Yuntang knew this man was throwing a little tantrum again. At times like this, the only way to soothe him was to humor him.

"Okay, okay. Then I'll sing you a song called 'Old Dream' to help you fall asleep. How about that?"

"Good!" Luo Junhe agreed without hesitation.

Whether or not he fell asleep didn't matter; what mattered was that she was willing to sing for him. That was more than enough.

"Old memories are like a window, once opened, hard to close..."

"..."

"All turned to the past, they nestled against each other, promising to face the storms together..."

Ji Yuntang's gentle, soothing voice echoed softly through the room. When he heard that line, Luo Junhe could no longer contain his excitement—his heart pounded like a drum.

So his little princess was trying to tell him, in this way, that she was willing to nestle against him and face the storms of life together.

She was probably too shy to say it directly, so she had chosen this indirect way to convey her feelings.

Luo Junhe's face reddened with excitement, and he was secretly overjoyed.

Ji Yuntang didn't miss the expression on Luo Junhe's face and felt a little puzzled.

It was just a simple song. Why was he blushing?

The song was completely innocent, with beautiful lyrics and melody. There was no way he could have misunderstood it, was there?

Ji Yuntang didn't understand, but she was too shy to ask.

After all, Luo Junhe was entitled to some privacy and secrets; she wasn't one to pry into everything.

The song ended, yet Luo Junhe remained wide awake, not the slightest bit sleepy.

Suddenly, a clever idea struck him, and he said with a glint in his eye, "A Tang, I remember last time you hugged me, my arm started moving. Could you hug me again tonight?"

"Maybe after you hug me, my leg will move too."

Logically, Ji Yuntang thought this was nonsense.

The last time she hugged Luo Junhe and his arm moved, it was just a coincidence.

How many coincidences could there be in the world?

If a hug could cure a paralyzed person, what would doctors be for?

But that aside, if Luo Junhe wanted her to hug him and have some intimate contact, how could Ji Yuntang say no?

The more he depended on her, the happier she felt.

In the end, under Luo Junhe's expectant gaze, Ji Yuntang sat by the bed, wrapped her arms around his back, rested her chin on his broad shoulder, and hugged him.

Luo Junhe smelled wonderful—the cool bamboo scent that Ji Yuntang loved. Every day, when she bathed him with water, she added two drops of cool bamboo essential oil to the water.

Over time, Luo Junhe's body had absorbed the fragrance.

Ji Yuntang was so entranced by the scent that she nearly lost herself, but then Luo Junhe's distressed voice broke the spell.

"It seems your hug isn't working tonight. I tried to move my right leg, but no matter how many times I tried, I still can't lift it."

Fortunately, thanks to Ji Yuntang's acupuncture over this period, Luo Junhe's calves had gradually regained some sensation, so he wasn't completely discouraged.

Ji Yuntang chuckled softly and comforted him gently, "A He, don't rush; take it slow."

"Your recovery won't happen overnight, but..."

"But what?" Instinct told Luo Junhe that the second half of her sentence was the key, so he immediately demanded an answer.

"But I notice the scabs on your face seem about to fall off."

Ji Yuntang's fox-like eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at Luo Junhe's face. Although the thick scabs still covered his cheeks, they had started to loosen, barely concealing the unmatched beauty of his features.

Luo Junhe's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

His first thought was that Ji Yuntang believed he had picked the scabs off.

"A Tang, I did as you said. I didn't pick them. Please don't be mad, okay?"

Ji Yuntang smiled faintly and gently brushed her fingertip over the dark scabs on his face. "I know. I'm not angry."

After the wounds on Luo Junhe's face had scabbed, they itched from time to time. He had often wanted to scratch them, but Ji Yuntang had scolded him every time.

Each time, she would say sternly, "The wounds haven't healed fully yet. You mustn't pick at the scabs with your nails. If you do, your face will heal more slowly and might even scar."

"Luo Junhe, if you end up with scars on your face and become ugly, and waste all my hard work, then I won't have you anymore!"

Ji Yuntang's intention was just to scare him, after all, the itching from scabbed skin is actually a sign that the wound is healing.

If he picked it off, it could easily lead to infection.

She was even more eager for Luo Junhe to get his looks back.

Luo Junhe was genuinely scared; once he heard Ji Yuntang's words, he no longer dared to pick at the scabs on his face.

He didn't even dare to touch his face casually, afraid he might accidentally scratch them off.

So every time, he just endured the maddening itch, distracting himself and forcing his mind away from his face.

"A He, once all these black scabs have fallen off, your face will be almost healed."

She was very much looking forward to seeing what he really looked like.

Ji Yuntang's lips curled slightly, her fingertips tracing Luo Junhe's sharp black eyebrows, his high nose bridge, his perfectly curved chin, and finally resting on his thin but full, red lips.

His lips were so soft, they looked like they'd be nice to kiss.

As Ji Yuntang thought this, her lips pressed against his, and her hand looped around his neck.

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