Chapter 75 Massaging Prince Ye—Blushing Again

“A He, the ones in your hand are stainless steel chopsticks—more practical than wooden or ceramic ones. They won’t break if you drop them, and they’re easy to clean. This three-piece set will be your personal tableware from now on. Yours are black, mine are pink, so we won’t get them mixed up.”

When Luo Junhe heard Ji Yuntang say she wanted to separate their tableware, he felt unhappy.

His eyelashes fluttered, and he said with a hint of grievance, “A Tang, do you find me dirty, that you don’t want to share tableware with me?”

Ji Yuntang: “…”

She inexplicably found his pitiful look kind of cute—how was that possible?

Cute as it was, Ji Yuntang didn’t dare upset him. She quickly replied, “Of course not! What are you talking about? We’re husband and wife—one whole. How could I ever think you’re dirty?”

“I’m using different colors so we don’t mix them up with other people’s tableware.”

“A He, let me tell you a secret: these two sets of stainless steel tableware are only for the two of us. No one else has them. They’re even a matching couple’s set!”

Ji Yuntang said the words “couple’s set” with pride and smugness, which sounded to Luo Junhe like she was showing off their love.

Only they had them, no one else did—wasn’t that exactly showing off?

Still, he really liked his smug and proud little princess consort. Her little expression must be so cute.

“Alright, alright, come on, eat up. It won’t taste as good once it gets cold,” Ji Yuntang urged.

Luo Junhe steadied the bowl with one hand, picked up the chopsticks with his right hand, and lifted a strand of noodles to his mouth and slurped it in.

With a slurp, the smooth, juicy noodles went into his mouth, tangy and fragrant, instantly making him hungry.

“A Tang, these noodles are delicious.”

Luo Junhe’s eyes lit up, and he began eating slowly and gracefully, his movements graceful and pleasant to watch.

At first, Ji Yuntang worried he might not get the food to his mouth since he couldn’t see, but when she noticed he’d switch to a fork or spoon when the chopsticks weren’t working well, she quickly put that worry aside.

With this three-piece set, she no longer had to worry about inconvenient utensils.

Ji Yuntang also ate a large bowl of tomato and egg noodles. After letting out a burp, she had Tao Zhi take the bowls to wash them, then started massaging Luo Junhe’s legs.

Now that his hands could move, the next step was to work on his legs.

But his leg injuries were more severe, so his recovery would take longer.

“A He, just lie still. I’ll help massage your legs.”

Ji Yuntang rolled up Luo Junhe’s pant legs, applied some ointment to promote blood circulation and reduce bruising to her palms, and massaged him to promote blood circulation.

Her movements were precise and gentle, honed from professional training at the hospital.

Luo Junhe’s lips twitched, and he closed his eyes in bitterness. He knew his little princess consort was massaging his legs, but he felt nothing—no sensation at all.

It was like two logs, numb to pain and touch, completely unfeeling.

Yet despite that, his body had a subtle reaction.

Luo Junhe’s face instantly turned red, and he clenched his teeth and stayed silent.

In the past, he would never have been like this, but when facing Ji Yuntang, he couldn’t control himself.

Ji Yuntang naturally noticed this too, but she thought it was just a normal physiological reaction, no big deal.

After a moment’s thought, she considerately took a square pink handkerchief embroidered with mandarin ducks from her sleeve and covered the area with it.

“A He, don’t be shy. I’ve covered your ‘little brother’ with the cloth.”

“Today, we’re just massaging your legs, nothing else. If you have any ideas, just hold on, or I can help you out after I’m done?”

Luo Junhe: “…”

If he didn’t already know Ji Yuntang’s personality, he might have thought she was a female rogue teasing him.

How could she say such things so casually?

Was she very familiar with men?

Luo Junhe felt a sour pang in his heart and muttered, “A Tang, have you ever massaged another man before?”

“No, I’ve only massaged women.”

At the hospital, Ji Yuntang would massage or realign the bones of female soldiers with backaches, sprains, or twists. Over time, she’d developed a specialized massage technique.

As for the male soldiers, there were dedicated male doctors for them; she generally didn’t handle that.

Hearing this, Luo Junhe breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it wasn’t a man!

Though he was prone to jealousy, he wasn’t unreasonable or jealous of everyone.

He now fully trusted her.

Ji Yuntang massaged Luo Junhe’s legs for half an hour, alternating between both.

“A He, recovery is a long-term project. Whenever I have time, I’ll massage you, so your legs can regain sensation sooner.”

Luo Junhe turned his head toward her, his brows soft and his voice gentle. “A Tang, thank you.”

He didn’t know what else to say, only “thank you” could convey his feelings.

Ji Yuntang’s red lips curved slightly. “A He, don’t thank me from now on. I’m not doing this for your gratitude; I’m doing it willingly.”

As night deepened, the pale moonlight streamed through the window cracks into the room. The young girl gazed steadily at the man on the bed, her lips curling up gently.

Before going to sleep, Ji Yuntang said “goodnight” to Luo Junhe before turning to leave.

When she got up, Tao Zhi had already prepared breakfast, and Yaoniang was nearby helping set out the bowls and chopsticks.

Seeing Ji Yuntang, both put down their work and warmly greeted her.

“Princess Consort, you’re up. We were just about to call you to eat.”

Breakfast was hearty: soy milk, steamed buns, fried dough sticks, rice porridge, and pickled vegetables, along with four or five boiled eggs still warm.

Ji Yuntang first served Luo Junhe a bowl of soy milk, rice porridge, and pickled vegetables, then peeled an egg for him and brought it into the room before coming out to eat herself.

She waved Yaoniang over and said, "Stop working, come and eat with us."

"Princess, how can this be? You are the mistress and I am a servant; how could I, a servant, sit at the same table as you?"

Just then, Chen Hu walked out of the kitchen carrying a steamer basket of buns and plopped down on the stone bench beside them.

"No need to be so formal. Our princess doesn't care about such formalities. As long as you handle the tasks assigned to you well, she won't mind these things."

Chen Hu was naturally a carefree and unrestrained person, but under Nanny Xu's supervision, he felt constantly stifled and frustrated, with no way to let off steam.

With Ji Yuntang, it was a completely different way of life—free, equal, and mutually beneficial. He didn't have to watch his every word and move anymore.

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