After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

Jiang Suizhou was unaware of Huo Wujiu's reaction, only felt that the leg covered by his hand was very cold.

He rubbed it tentatively, and then rubbed it a few times on that leg.The muscles under the palms of his hands were very hard, and it took a lot of effort to rub them, but it seemed to gradually warm up as he moved.

Jiang Suizhou's eyes lit up.

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

But Huo Wujiu sat there with a cold face and didn't speak.

...Is this better, or not?

Jiang Suizhou lost his mind for a while, and his subordinates rubbed Huo Wujiu a few times.

At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand out of the quilt without any explanation.

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

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

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

This... just rubbed his legs a few times, why did he get angry!

Jiang Suizhou was taken aback for a moment before he could react.

Forgot...he still has a disability in his leg, and he doesn't like being touched by others, so he must have scratched his beard.

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

Secretly annoyed, he didn't notice that Huo Wujiu on the bed struggled to support his body and turned slightly sideways.

Beside, Meng Qianshan has already led a group of maids to find Mrs. Tang for Huo Wujiu, stuffed it hot into his quilt, and retreated together.

Jiang Suizhou also stood up.

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

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

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

Hearing what he said, Jiang Suizhou was relieved.

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

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

Thinking of this, Jiang Suizhou responded, and was about to return to his couch, then turned around and said: "This couch is a bit close to the window, why don't you go to sleep on the bed?"

When Huo Wujiu heard this, he just closed his eyes and didn't respond to him.

That's what it means to not want to change.

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

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

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

Huo Wujiu didn't make a sound.

Jiang Suizhou was used to one-sided conversations with this wood, and after he finished speaking, he closed his eyes again.

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

It wasn't until the breathing on the bed became calm, presumably the man fell asleep, that Huo Wujiu raised his hand and lifted the quilt covering his lap, and dragged out those hot soup ladies by the way.

It was thick and heavy, covering several stove-like things, as if he was afraid that his legs would not be cooked.

Sure enough, that stupid thing Meng Qianshan did it.

Huo Wujiu didn't want to admit that the warmth brought by such a thick quilt and a pile of hot soup was not as good as that hand that clumsily rubbed his legs a few times.

However, the feeling brought by that hand was a bit complicated. Besides warmth, it also added something else, which made him panic and wanted to run away immediately.

It even frightened Prince Jing.

Huo Wujiu's face was not very good-looking, several Tang Pozi were thrown out of the quilt one after another.

Until he hit a fluffy thing.

It was just stuffed in by Jiang Suizhou.

He paused, let go of the little white rabbit, covered the quilt back, and let the little creature snuggle up to his legs, warming his body softly.

But there seems to be something wrong.

After a while, Huo Wujiu tentatively put his hands into the quilt, covered his legs, and rubbed them a few times.

...doesn't work at all.