Host No. 7749’s Law of Mission Failure

Chapter 154 1 green smoked ink dye (23)

At this moment, most of his body was pressed against Lu Jian.

He didn't forget that she still had a sprain on her foot, so he had no intention of letting her take him back in the first place.

He almost half hugged her body, blocking the slightly cool wind, and kept rubbing her body.

Lu Jian couldn't bear it anymore and pressed his head against his head. "Young Marshal, this is enough. Just stay here while I go find someone."

"No."

He chuckled.

"Then are you going to sleep here?" She simply didn't even notice, covering her eyes and looking away.

Her neck was still against his head, and her hair even tickled her.

After struggling until midnight, Lu Jian sighed again, exhausted both physically and mentally.

The matter was finally resolved when the patrol team came to see it.

They stared at Pei Jiu who was leaning on Lu Jian, but they didn't dare to move at first.

When they first saw the young marshal, he walked in the wind without swaying. What happened now?

Is it really because of the alcohol?

So they also prepared to go up and pull the young commander down and hold him up.

But she saw the head that was leaning on her shoulder raised slightly.

A pair of narrow and beautiful eyes revealed a cold light, looking straight at him, seemingly with a hidden warning.

The people on the patrol stopped abruptly and looked at each other.

Unexpectedly, their new wife urged, "Hurry up, it will be dawn soon."

In desperation, they took out one person to support Pei Jiu, and then said bitterly, "Madam, can you also help me?"

"We still have to patrol, but, um... we can't lack manpower, there is too much, so..."

"..." Lu Jian breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and thanked, "Okay, I understand."

By the time Pei Jiu was actually sent back to the room, it was another half hour later.

After closing the door, Pei Jiu was lying on the bed, his clothes were messy, his cheeks were red, and he had fallen asleep.

Lu Jian frowned and said, "Sleeping without taking off your clothes?"

[Host lady, aren’t you the same? 】

[We are different, okay? I don’t smell, but he smells like alcohol. ] she retorted.

Ning Qi had nothing to say, it was indeed reasonable.

Lu Jian walked over and pushed him again, forcefully waking him up.

"Young Marshal, Young Marshal..."

"Pei Jiu!"

The person on the bed's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, looking at her with some confusion, "What's wrong, madam?"

"Take a shower first, then go to bed." She pointed to his clothes, "You don't want to sleep smelling like alcohol, do you? Can you consider how I feel? I feel dizzy just smelling this."

It's like drinking fake wine.

Lu Jian was not angry.

She had already asked Lun Ye's maid to boil water.

This is an old house. There is no shower or anything like that, so it needs to be burned and washed immediately.

The water is almost gone now, someone has just moved in, and there is a screen in the room so she won't peek.

"Hmm..." He held his forehead, inserted his fingertips into the broken hair, rubbed it, and then slowly approached her, the tip of his nose gently twitched, sniffed, and lightly curled the corners of his lips, "Madam, there is a smell on her body, too."

"Are you sick?" She clenched her fists and clenched her back molars, as if she wanted to jump up and hit him. "Can you think about it carefully, who is this because of?"

Pei Jiu tilted his head, looking aggrieved, "Why are you always angry? Are you angry again now?"

"Yes." Lu Jian crossed his chest and looked at him condescendingly with an expressionless face.

The aggrieved young man slowly raised his hands, hugged her waist with his arms, put his face against her belly, and said in a low voice, "But what I mean is that Madam can obviously take a shower with me."

"You're angry when I speak too bluntly, and you're angry when I speak tactfully." He muttered, "If you act like this, we won't have a story~"

"...I won't wash it with you, you can wash it yourself."

She struggled to pull him off the bed, walked around the screen, and threw a towel to him. Looking at his confused and cute look, the more she looked at him, the more...

[Please stop your forbidden thoughts. 】

[…I’m just thinking about it, didn’t I refuse them all? 】She said it without any psychological burden at all, and she was still smiling.

"Then can't you help me wash it?" The young man blinked and lowered his eyes slightly pitifully.

She looked away and coughed lightly, "I'll prepare clothes for the young marshal. You can wash them yourself."

Seeing that nothing could be done, Pei Jiu waited until she retreated behind the screen and then gently touched the water with her hand.

...hot water.

Pei Jiu pushed back the broken hair from his forehead and smiled slightly. Should he thank her for not pushing him directly into the tub?

When the water cooled down a bit, he took off his clothes and stepped into the tub.

He gently tapped the side of his face with his hand, his smile was a little intriguing, and he didn't look like a drunk person at all. After taking a bath, he felt that his thinking was clearer.

Hmm... For example, you can think about why his wife went out without a light at night.

If you don’t bring a maid, what if you get lost?

His eyes and movements revealed a sense of laziness and insouciance, and he sighed quietly, seeming to feel a little regretful.

Lu Jian, Lu Jian, if you come to take a bath with me, I will turn a blind eye and not hold you accountable.

Half of his cheeks slowly puffed up and he looked away.

If you are really a party member working undercover next to me, why don't you even know how to please me?

Or……

There was a dangerous cold light in his eyes. Did you really confess to that nerd in front of him because you liked that nerd?

This is not okay.

He sneered.

What's his should be his.

He never allowed others to covet him in the slightest.

It seems that the wedding can be held early, and then...

He stretched his hand out of the water and made a pistol gesture in the direction outside the screen. It seemed a little childish, but it looked elegant, slow, and a little evil.

Can we handle it according to the situation?

"Young Marshal, have you finished washing?"

He was lying on the edge of the tub, with a careless smile on his rose lips, which seemed to be a little happy.

The lips opened and closed, but the sounds they made had a completely different tone.

"Madam, can't you really come and help me wash it?"

Aggrieved.

If he pretends to be good like this, it seems that even if she is angry, she will not ignore him. It seems that he can use it more in the future.

"No, you can wash it yourself." It was her voice of rejection again, her words soft and soft, with the gentleness unique to Jiangnan women.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled again, Madam, you'd better just like me, not nerds or others~

Then his clothes were thrown over, not really thrown, but placed on the screen.

"Then can we sleep together?" He was innocent and well-behaved, looking like an alcoholic.

"...You go to bed first, I have to take a shower."

"Then why can't we wash together? It saves time."

"Men and women are not allowed to be intimate."

"But that's for people without families."

"We're not really a family—"

"Wouldn't it be nice to get married?"

In short, amid the repeated words, the smile on his lips gradually returned, and a slight arc appeared again.

Similarly, the cheongsam girl sitting on the bed behind the screen smiled helplessly and sighed.

We were in the same room, but we had different thoughts. We just coincidentally felt a little relaxed at a certain moment.