The Young Husband Who Needed a Wedding to Ward Off Misfortune (18)

Qin Wuzhen stood frozen in place, unsure whether his body was hot or cold.

Veins bulged, and hot sweat poured from his back, sticking to his clothes, but Qin Zhuo's words were like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing his hazy, beautiful dream.

He certainly knew why Qin Zhuo was referring to "bedwetting".

Only Qin Zhuo thought it was bedwetting.

But he never expected that just a second ago he was passionately expressing his feelings to Xue Ci, who was crying and screaming incessantly in his dream, biting her earlobe and frantically confessing his love, and the next second, Xue Ci was taken advantage of by another man.

He lost control of his bladder.

How ruthless are they?

The wind was strong at night, Qin Zhuo's scent wafted over, while Xue Ci's scent assaulted the man's nostrils.

Qin Wuzhen said coldly, "Go get some hot water."

"The hot water is ready." Qin Zhuo Qin Wuzhen's cold expression, Qin Zhuo assumed something was wrong with Xue Ci, and his expression also turned serious. "I was going to help him take a bath, but he wouldn't let me touch him..."

Haven't you been touched enough?

Qin Wuzhen's expression remained cold and stern for the time being.

"Move the bucket inside." He ignored Qin Zhuo and went straight into Xue Ci's room without even putting on his coat.

Pushing open the door, the charcoal fire kept the room very warm.

A jumble of unpleasant smells rushed into Qin Wuzhen's nostrils.

The bed was a mess, with Xue Ci's clothes draped at the foot of the bed. The quilt was bulging out in a small ball, with only some of her black hair showing.

Xue Ci wrapped herself up tightly.

He's still dizzy, his stomach is bloated and numb, and his eyelids are sticking together.

He didn't hear the man approaching, but felt a pair of large hands slip in from outside the blanket, their broad, warm palms pressing against his waist.

Xue Ci shuddered unconsciously and immediately curled up at the innermost part of the bed.

It's as if they know exactly what will happen the moment they touch this spot.

moment.

A muffled, damp sound, tinged with sobs, drifted from the gaps in the blankets.

"I... I don't want it anymore..."

My stomach feels numb...

Xue Ci was extremely upset.

Even though he said he wanted to go to the toilet, I still held him and wouldn't let him go.

Now... thinking about how she looked just now, Xue Ci wished she could live under the covers and never see anyone again.

He felt a surge of anger, but didn't know what to say.

After all, Qin Zhuo admitted his mistake quite quickly.

Feeling those large hands continue to climb up his waist, Xue Ci got annoyed. "I... I don't really want to talk to you right now."

After speaking impatiently, his face, wet and red with sleep marks, finally emerged from under the covers.

However, when Xue Ci saw that the person standing by his bedside was not Qin Zhuo but Qin Wuzhen, he was completely dumbfounded.

Why... why is this...?

The little beauty's head was buzzing; she froze, unable to think or move.

Her wet eyes were fixed on Qin Wuzhen.

He felt like he was dreaming.

Why would Qin Wuzhen come to his room so late?

Qin Wuzhen: "Xiao Ci, are you feeling unwell?"

Xue Ci had never seen Qin Wuzhen with such a cold expression before. At that moment, he really wanted to crawl back into the covers.

However, he was completely unable to move.

His sluggish expression shifted slightly. He opened his lips, then closed them again. Finally, his eyelashes trembled, and he said in a weak voice, "Big brother... how... how could it be you?"

"Qin Zhuo said you weren't feeling well." After the blanket was pulled back, Xue Ci was only wearing a thin white undergarment, semi-transparent, loosely draped over her shoulders.

You can see everything.

A hickey.

It's pink, I don't know if it's swollen from being sucked or bitten.

Elbows, fingertips, knees... everywhere you can see is a deep red.

His eyes and brows still betrayed a hint of absent-mindedness.

Besides the familiar fruity scent, there was also a distinct masculine aroma emanating from within.

The sheets hadn't been changed yet. The half of the bed Xue Ci sleeping was clean, but the rest... was that where she'd been urinated on?

Or is it water that has risen with the tide?

Qin Wuzhen finally heard his own voice. "Is something wrong with my body?"

He saw Xue Ci and froze for a moment, then his already flushed face turned even redder. He didn't know where to look, his fingers twisted the sheets, and his knees pressed tightly together.

He sniffed and said, "I... I'm fine... Big brother, you should go back and rest."

Xue Ci's voice sounded embarrassed and annoyed, clearly suppressing her shame.

Just as Qin Wuzhen was about to say something, Qin Zhuo carried the bucket into the room. Seeing Xue Ci huddled under the covers, he immediately put the bucket down and stared at her expectantly. "Wife, let me change the sheets. You'll catch a cold sleeping on wet sheets."

"..."

Xue Ci felt her blood rush to her head and almost fainted from embarrassment.

What is this idiot saying in front of Qin Wuzhen?!

He was both ashamed and annoyed, and didn't know what to say. He turned away with a wrinkled face.

Seeing that Xue Ci was angry again, Qin Zhuo hurriedly brought his face close to Xue Ci's.

Like a big dog that has angered its little master, it is anxious and wants to please, but it doesn't know what's wrong with its master, so it can only stay on the side and observe.

"My dear wife, let me help you out of bed. It's warm inside, and the bed is damp."

"Pick him up, sit him on the recliner, get dressed, and then let your older brother take his pulse, okay?"

Xue Ci no longer wanted to hear the word "wet".

Her eyelashes fluttered, and she secretly glanced at Qin Wuzhen.

The man had no expression, but his aura was cold.

Her pursed lips stretched her jawline taut.

He could tell that Qin Wuzhen was angry.

Perhaps it was because he was being woken up so late, or perhaps he hadn't expected that he and Qin Zhuo could fool around until so late.

In short, Qin Wuzhen seemed very difficult to talk to at this moment.

Xue Ci lowered her eyes and whispered "Oh".

He raised his arm to Qin Zhuo.

This is an unconscious act of trusting the other person.

Xue Ci sensed that Qin Wuzhen's expression had turned even colder. He shivered, averting his gaze, as Qin Zhuo's large hand supported his thigh, while his other hand cradled his soft curves.

"Wife..." Qin Zhuo saw that Xue Ci was paying attention to him again, and nuzzled against him affectionately.

Fearing Qin Zhuo might say something inappropriate, Xue Ci whispered in his ear as he leaned closer, "Don't say anything in a moment."

Qin Zhuo nodded immediately.

He was too flustered just now, and now that he thinks about it, he shouldn't have told his older brother about wetting the bed.

My wife must be mortified.

The room was warm, with the charcoal fire burning brightly. Xue Ci had been wiped down with water by Qin Zhuo earlier, so he was relatively dry. He had little strength, so he obediently let Qin Zhuo put a thick blanket over him and carry him to a soft chair, like a pretty doll.

If you ignore the clothes scattered haphazardly on the floor, the room is actually quite normal.

You can't tell, can you...?

Xue Ci couldn't deceive herself any longer. She hugged her knees with her thin arms and rubbed her cheeks against the blanket.

His eyelashes were damp, his eyes were misty, his eyelids were pink, and his water-red lips seemed to be bathed in a hazy light under the lamplight.

Qin Wuzhen walked over shortly after he sat down on the soft chair.

Whether it was because the soft chair was too low or the man's aura was too oppressive, Xue Ci felt as if she was completely blocked by his dark shadow pressing down on her.

"Hand."

Qin Wuzhen suddenly spoke.

Xue Ci paused, then slowly tilted her head back.

Despite his slowness, Qin Wuzhen still noticed the subtle difference.

--Her eyebrows and eyes were languid and damp, and her cheeks were unnaturally flushed. The scent on her body was like that of someone who had been bumped and bruised too many times, which gave off a ripe aroma.

Qin Wuzhen could feel something raging inside his body.

Even though he had clearly recovered, he planned to slowly stay by Xue Ci's side and gradually enter his life.

When the day comes that Xue Ci can no longer live without him, even knowing her own feelings, she will still be unable to leave him.

That's what Qin Wuzhen was thinking.

He is slow to warm up and conservative, and he doesn't dare to openly express his feelings.

What's more, this is... an emotion that cannot be crossed.

All the restraint he had been suppressing turned into other obscure and obsessive emotions after seeing Xue Ci's swollen lips from being kissed so much, and her body being thoroughly penetrated and even urinating from the pain.

He could feel his eyelids and temples twitching uncontrollably, his forehead throbbing, and his face was probably contorted as he faced Xue Ci.

Fortunately, the lights in the room weren't too bright. He lowered his head and placed his hand on Xue Ci's arm.

The moment she touched her, Xue Ci as if in a stress response, her slender white fingertips curling up as if trying to back away.

Is the reaction really that strong from just a touch?

Qin Wuzhen shed his daytime facade, his face grim. "Your pulse is a bit unstable."

Qin Zhuo asked anxiously from the side, "What should we do? Big brother, should we go and brew the medicine now?"

The person Qin Wuzhen least wanted to see at this moment was Qin Zhuo —although Qin Zhuo was just doing what he could have done, it didn't mean he couldn't dislike him.

"It's alright, it's already late, you should get some rest."

"However, the swollen areas need to be treated with ointment."

Wh-what?

Xue Ci looked directly at the man, seemingly trying to defend herself by saying that she was fine and that there was no swelling on her body.

But then he seemed to remember something, and his eyes drooped, giving up the chance to argue.

"I... I understand..."

Xue Ci, "Mmm," "Ah," and said, "I'll apply it carefully... Big brother, sorry to bother you."

Were you woken up in the middle of the night? Are you sleepy now?

Qin Wuzhen stayed even a second longer, Xue Ci would feel utterly ashamed.

His face was burning with embarrassment.

He couldn't tell whether it was his husband who made him feel ashamed by soiling the sheets, or it was his husband's brother who found out about it and came to see him and feel ashamed.

Qin Wuzhen such a rigid and aloof person, would definitely think he was "frivolous" and "shameless."

Xue Ci lowered her eyes.

Fortunately, he didn't have much contact with Qin Wuzhen afterward. If he had tried to win Qin Wuzhen over after the divorce, she would probably have made a joke about it and kicked him out of the house.

"He's awake now." Qin Wuzhen finally glanced at Qin Zhuo, a subtle change in his expression, and a hint of jealousy in his tone.

"Go and apply the medicine to Xue Ci, I'll change the soiled sheets."

Xue Ci was about to faint.

How... how could this happen?

But on the bed sheet, there was still... there was still... Xue Ci's shoulders trembled violently, and the words to stop her were on the tip of her tongue, but she choked on them.

He watched as Qin Wuzhen touched the dirty, water-stained sheet with his hand, his fingers even rubbing it roughly.

What are you doing?

Did you think it was water?

But... the sheets are dirty. You shouldn't touch dirty places. Qin Wuzhen should know that, right?

Xue Ci bit her lip.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared on the tip of his nose.

My whole body felt wet and soft.

The next moment, he saw the man's tall and upright body bend down.

Its nose was very close to the bed sheet, as if it were sniffing something.

Author's Note:

Xiao Ci: It seems I've encountered another pervert ε=(′ο`*))) Sigh