“…………”

Jing Yi froze in place, feeling himself sinking into the red heat.

The narrow bathroom could not accommodate two red-hot people. The scorching temperature seemed to be roasting his head, making all his thoughts sizzle.

Jing Yi held his breath and slowly stepped back after preparing himself mentally, his mind in a mess.

Li Wenzhao asked if…if…

He stepped back stiffly from Li Wenzhao. He didn’t know if it was because of the pot of turtle soup, but he felt even hotter. His heartbeat was speeding up and his face was red as if blood was about to drip out.

Jing Yi couldn’t help but glance downwards, and he trembled again.

Good, good lord!

Does your novel setting not care about the life or death of the character?

“Young Master.” Jing Yi stuttered, not knowing what to say: “I, I, I, I’m going to go out first, you, you, you can comfort yourself.”

Before Li Wenzhao could say a word, Jing Yi ran out with red ears.

The bathroom door was closed gently, just like Jing Yi’s pounding heart. After leaving the bathroom, Jing Yi leaned against the wall with a red face, unable to recover for a long time.

Before this, Jing Yi had always regarded Li Wenzhao as a villain in a novel. Although he knew that they were now flesh and blood and had thoughts, deep down he could not ignore the fact that they were NPCs.

How can NPCs have physiological reactions?

The official match in the novel is not here either.

Jing Yi leaned against the wall, his mind full of random thoughts, making his face red from imagination.

Jing Yi was immersed in a mess of thoughts. He didn’t know how long it had been when the bathroom door clicked. He was so scared that his neck shrank and he immediately turned over like a salted fish and pressed himself into the corner.

I saw nothing.

[Nothing was heard]

[Don’t call me, don’t call me, don’t call me…]

“Jingyi.”

“…”

Jing Yi turned back with a click, his eyes wandering and he dared not look at Li Wenzhao. Li Wenzhao looked at the man who was trying to merge with the wall, and said in a normal tone, “Are you imitating wallpaper?”

Jing Yi: “…”

He stood up a little straighter and stopped leaning against the wall: “No, I’m hot. It’s cool to stay close to the wall.”

Jing Yi stood with his hands behind his back and his head down, like a student standing in the corner as punishment. His shirt was crumpled into a mess, and under his shirt lay a pair of long, straight legs that were slender and white.

The irritability that Li Wenzhao had suppressed with great difficulty began to rise again.

He closed his eyes, trying not to look at the glaring skin in the corner.

“Don’t hide from me like this, isn’t this normal?”

Jing Yi looked up in a daze. Li Wenzhao was already dressed neatly, looking normal, with no sign of the out-of-control behavior he had in the bathroom.

Jing Yi blinked and thought, it seemed quite normal. It would be abnormal if there was no reaction after drinking the tonic medicine.

And they are all men, there is no need to be so sensitive.

yes.

Why is he embarrassed?

Considering the close relationship between him and Li Wenzhao, it is only normal for something like this to happen… right?

“Yes, it’s normal.” The eavesdropping master Li Wenzhao interrupted the butler’s confused thoughts and stopped him from thinking further.

Jing Yi nodded along with this line of thought: “Yes, that’s right, it’s normal.”

The voice was very loud, as if trying to convince himself.

Li Wenzhao raised his eyebrows slightly: “Are you still embarrassed?”

Jing Yi shook his head: “It’s not embarrassing anymore.”

“Then go to sleep. We’ll take the high-speed train back to Shoucheng tomorrow morning.”

Li Wenzhao glanced at him, turned and left. The butler even kindly sent him to the door. It seemed that he had thought it through.

Li Wenzhao breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t expect his reaction to be so strong. Jing Yi was frightened. The housekeeper was emotionally weak, and all his IQ was used to make funny jokes. In order not to scare people away, he could only temporarily return to the position of employer.

Don’t overdo it. More haste, less speed.

€€

After a restless night, Jingyi still felt a little uncomfortable when he woke up in the morning.

On the high-speed train back to Shoucheng, Li Wenzhao booked a business class seat. Jing Yi was lying on the aisle chatting with Fan Ming. Occasionally, he would go out of his way to see the scenery out the window on the other side of the aisle, refusing to look back, leaving Li Wenzhao with an awkward and evasive look.

“Is the exquisiteness over there so beautiful?”

Jing Yi didn’t even turn his head: “It looks good.”

[Not awkward, pure and simple, watching more can also improve health]

“…”

Li Wenzhao said slowly: “No matter how beautiful the scenery is, if you look at it for two hours…”

Jing Yi replied sleekly: “Then we will make a lot of money.”

The answer he got was a light sneer: “It will sprain your neck.”

Jing Yi: “…”

He slowly turned back, curled himself up in the recliner, and whispered, “It doesn’t matter if you sprain your neck. After getting off the high-speed train…”

Li Wenzhao sat casually, keeping his chair at a comfortable angle. Hearing this, he gently interrupted him: “You can tilt your head to perform performance art, and basically say goodbye to the company of pillows for a while to come.”

Jing Yi: “…”

Familiar taste, familiar quarrel.

Li warden is still the same Li warden.

He was overthinking it.

Li Wenzhao’s reaction today was as if he wanted to use the harshest words to kill the subordinate who discovered his secret, and then kill him to silence him.

The last trace of doubt in his heart was dispelled, and Jing Yi calmly laid down his chair and went to make up for the sleep he had not gotten last night.

€€

The high-speed train arrived in the capital at noon, and the driver Uncle Lin was already waiting outside the station.

The business trip was tiring, and Li Wenzhao couldn’t stand it anymore and wanted to take a break, so he directly told Uncle Lin to go home and Fan Ming would not go with them.

When getting in the car, Jing Yi remembered something, leaned over the door and bent down to look around.

Li Wenzhao stood outside and watched him tinkering: “What are you doing?”

“Looking for something.”

After a while, Jing Yi found a file bag in the car and ran to Fan Ming: “Here, this is the secret book that Secretary Zou gave you.”

Fan Ming’s face was ruddy, and he was standing on the side of the road taking medicine with water. Jing Yi frowned: “Secretary Fan, are you sick?”

“No, this is a fire-reducing medicine.” Fan Ming said, “If you don’t take it on time in the next two days, you will have a nosebleed.”

He drank two large bowls of tonic soup yesterday, but he still feels uncomfortable now. It is probably because he has been weak since childhood and cannot be nourished. He needs the help of medicine to calm the excess dryness in his body.

Jing Yi cast a burning gaze over and said, “Can I take a picture so I can buy the same one when I go back?”

Fan Ming smiled and said, “Are you also…?”