Chapter 1268
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Concubine Yu's voice jolted Xia Ling back to her senses. She took a pair of clean black cotton slippers and walked over.
She knelt down beside his legs and placed the slippers by his feet.
Xuan Ying lowered his eyes to look at the little lump beside his legs. It felt like a dream. The person he had been thinking about so much had appeared in his dream last night and now he was seeing her in real life.
Xia Ling didn't get up. She waited for a few seconds and when she saw that he wasn't moving, her lashes fluttered and she stretched out her hand hesitantly to help him take off his slippers.
Xuan Ying's tall body bent down, he knelt down on one knee and reached out to hold her hand.
Her hand was small and soft, as though it didn't have any bones.
Xia Ling quickly turned to look at him when he suddenly held her hand. Her beautiful eyes were dark and wet, filled with surprise and confusion. She looked exceptionally pure and alluring.
She didn't know why he was holding her hand.
Xuan Ying looked at her, his heart pounding. He tightened his grip on her hand and said, "My slippers are dirty. I'll do it myself."
He had just returned from the army. He had been shooting targets, carrying heavy loads, and training the new recruits. He was sweating all over, and his military boots were covered in dust.
He could change his slippers by himself.
He didn't need her to wait on him.
Their faces were very close together. Half of his handsome face was inches away from hers. Xia Ling didn't know why, but she felt her heart ache again.
She suddenly realized that he was still holding her hand. He had squeezed her hand just now, and the rough texture of the man's palm quickly burned her delicate skin, making it even more intimate.
Xia Ling quickly retracted her hand and stood up. She turned around and ran behind Concubine Yu, lowering her head.
Xuan Ying also got up. He changed his slippers and walked into the living room.
His bright, glassy eyes landed on the little black head and stared at it without letting go.
Concubine Yu looked at her son, sensing the subtle change in the atmosphere. "Xiao Ling, this red bean milk is really delicious. Give him some too."
"Ah." Xia Ling was put in a difficult position. "Madam, I only made one."
Auntie Su put down her briefcase and walked over. "It's alright, Young Master doesn't like sweets. Let's prepare for dinner."
"Alright."
Xia Ling quickly walked into the kitchen to get the bowls and chopsticks.
Xuan Ying pushed Concubine Yu's wheelchair and lowered his voice. "Mom, was this your idea?"
Concubine Yu snorted. "What plan? I didn't do anything. I don't even have the face to help you with the mistakes you've made in the past."
Concubine Yu then added, "I'm warning you, don't even think about doing anything to her. I'm bored out of my mind these days, so I'll let this pretty girl keep me company. If you dare to mess around again, I'll break your legs!"
Xuan Ying was extremely filial. Even though he was reprimanded by his mother, he still smiled happily. "Mom, you're indeed my biological mother!"
Concubine Yu glared at her son.
Xuan Ying looked at the red bean milk in Concubine Yu's hands. "Mom, is it good?"
"Have a taste?" Concubine Yu took a new spoon and fed him a mouthful.
Xuan Ying ate it and his expression softened. "It's delicious."
Auntie Su was bewildered by this scene. Both mother and son didn't like sweets, so why were they sharing a bowl of red bean milk today?
No, she had to find a chance to learn from Little Ling how to make this pair of skinny breasts.
…
The dinner ended happily. Xuan Ying ate two bowls of rice, and even Concubine Yu, who didn't have a good appetite, ate a bowl of rice.
Xia Ling was a good cook. Because she was taking care of Mu Mu, she even knew how to make different desserts.
Once she made the desserts, her body would be covered with a layer of grandma's fragrance. This was something that women who wore perfume or had a natural feminine body scent couldn't compare to.
Auntie Su was clearing the dishes. "Xiao Ling, I'll do it."
Concubine Yu held Xia Ling's hand. "Let Auntie Su wash it. Help me take this ointment upstairs."
Xia Ling nodded. "Alright, Madam."
…
Upstairs, in the master bedroom.
Xia Ling raised her hand to knock on the door, but it didn't close. It opened automatically.
Xia Ling pushed the door open and walked in.
She glanced at the luxurious room designed by the Ou Group. It was blue and black in color, simple and elegant.
Why did this room feel so familiar?
She looked at the king-sized bed in the room. There were two pillows on the bed.
Did he have a wife?
But Madam and Auntie Su said that he wasn't married yet.
Then why were there two pillows on his bed?
Xia Ling walked over and looked at the soft pink lace pillow. It was a woman's pillow.
She felt her heart ache again.
Stretching out her hand, she pressed on the position of her heart and subconsciously curled up her fair fingers and dug into it.
At this moment, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Xia Ling quickly glanced over. The bathroom door had opened and a gust of cool air wafted out. Xuan Ying walked out.
Xuan Ying had just finished showering. He was wearing a pair of black trousers with an expensive black leather belt around his waist, revealing his upper body.
He had a muscular chest and an eight pack. Xuan Ying was tall and had long legs. His body was like a supermodel on the runway.
If one were to describe Lu Yeming's figure as elegant and dignified, causing women to blush and their hearts to palpitate, then Xuan Ying's figure would cause women to scream in excitement.
When Xia Ling saw him, her charming eyes swept across his naked upper body. "Ah!" She was so scared that she screamed. She quickly turned around and covered her little face.
Xuan Ying froze. He hadn't expected her to come to his room.
"Don't be afraid …" He wanted to go forward.
Xia Ling was so scared that she stamped her feet. "You … put on your clothes first!"
Xuan Ying only realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He quickly picked out a black silk shirt and put it on, buttoning it up. "I'm dressed."
Xia Ling put down her hands and slowly turned around. Lifting her eyes, she saw that he was indeed dressed.
The black silk shirt had a noble glow to it, making him look even more handsome and charming.
"Madam asked me to bring you some ointment. I left it there, I'll go out first." Xia Ling turned around to leave.
Xuan Ying glanced at the ointment on the bedside table and quickly went forward, grasping her slender wrist.
Xia Ling was forced to stop in her tracks. She flung his hand away. "What are you doing? Let go! "
Hiss.
Xuan Ying groaned in pain.
Xia Ling froze. "What's wrong?"
Xuan Ying pressed his hand over his chest, his handsome face contorted in pain. "I'm injured here. You pulled on my wound again just now. It hurts."
He emphasized the word "very much."
"…"
She had only flung his hand away just now. How had she pulled on his wound?
Xuan Ying looked at her and groaned in pain again. He seemed to be trying his best to endure the pain. "Come over and help me apply the ointment."
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