After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Jiang Suizhou didn't even notice Huo Wujiu's reaction, he only felt that the leg covered under his hands was very cold.

He tentatively rubbed, then rubbed a few more times on the leg. The muscles under the palm of his hand were very hard, and it took a lot of effort to knead it, but it seemed that he gradually warmed up with his movements.

Jiang Suizhou's eyes lit up.

"Is this better?" He raised his head and asked Huo Wugui.

But seeing Huo Wujiu sitting there with a cold face, he didn't speak.

…Is this better or not?

Jiang Suizhou had no idea for a while, and his subordinates rubbed Huo Wujiu a few more times.

At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist, and involuntarily pulled his hand out of the quilt.

Jiang Suizhou was startled and saw those dark eyes, looking at him coldly.

"What's the mess?" Huo Wujiu frowned.

Jiang Suizhou was taken aback by him, and quickly withdrew his hand.

This... just rubbed his leg a few times, why is he angry!

Jiang Suizhou was taken aback before he could react.

Forget... he still has a disability on his leg. If he doesn't like being touched by others, he must have scratched the tiger's beard.

For a while, Jiang Suizhou was a little at a loss.

Secretly annoyed, he didn't notice, Huo Wujiu on the bed strenuously supported his body and turned sideways slightly.

Next to him, Meng Qianshan had led a group of maids, and found Lady Tang for Huo Wujiu, stuffed it into his quilt hotly, and then retreated together.

Jiang Suizhou also stood up.

"...Sorry." He paused and said. "I didn't mean to touch your leg just now."

Huo Wujiu on the bed opened his mouth when he heard this, as if to say something.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and whispered: "It's okay, go to sleep."

Jiang Suizhou breathed a sigh of relief when he heard him say this.

Although the tone is still quite blunt... However, it should mean you don't care about it, right?

He is not afraid of others being angry with him, he is afraid of this ancestor. After all, unlike others, this ancestor became angry, but it was fatal.

Thinking about this, Jiang Suizhou responded, and was about to return to his couch, then turned around and said, "This couch is a little closer to the window, shall you go to bed?"

Hearing this, Huo Wujiu only closed his eyes and did not respond to him.

This is the meaning of reluctance to change.

Although Jiang Suizhou was still a little worried, he couldn't forcefully move him to the bed. Seeing that the bedding on his body was thick and strong, it would be useful if he thought it would be, Jiang Suizhou didn't insist anymore.

He went back to the bed, changed his robe, and lay back under the quilt.

Before closing his eyes, he did not forget to remind Huo Wugui: "If it hurts again, just call me."

Huo Wujiu said nothing.

Jiang Suizhou had long been accustomed to unilateral conversations with this wooden, and after speaking, he closed his eyes again.

Huo Wujiu, who was sitting on the couch, didn't move at all.

Huo Wujiu raised his hand and lifted the quilt covering his lap until the breathing on the bed calmed down, thinking that the person was asleep, and dragged out the hot soup ladies by the way.

It was thick and heavy, covering a few stove-like things, as if for fear that he might not be familiar with his legs.

Sure enough, that stupid thing Meng Qianshan did.

Huo Wujiu didn't want to admit that all the warmth brought by such a heavy bedding and a pile of hot soup ladies was actually comparable to the hand that was not above, rubbing awkwardly on his leg a few times.

It's just that the feeling that that hand brings is a bit complicated. In addition to warmth, it also adds something else, which makes him feel a little flustered and wants to escape immediately.

Even so scared King Jing.

Huo Wujiu's complexion was not very good-looking, and several Tang Pos were thrown out of the quilt.

Until he came across a fluffy thing.

Just now Jiang Suizhou stuffed it in.

He paused, let go of the little white rabbit, put the quilt back, and let the little thing snuggle against his legs, warming him softly.

But something seems to be missing.

After a while, Huo Wujiu tentatively put his hand into the bedding, put it on his leg, and rubbed it a few times.

...It's useless at all.