After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 18.1

Jiang Suizhou's gaze turned from amazement to shock to anger. He felt blood rushing straight to his head, causing the roots of his ears to turn red from fury.

The next moment, he clenched his teeth and growled, "Meng Qianshan!"

He felt that Meng Qianshan should be thankful that he was not the original owner. Otherwise, he must have spilled blood on the spot today. A straightforward kill was a light end for him.

Meng Qianshan was stunned. He realized that his bootlicking had swatted the horse’s hoof.

He was startled and stammered an explanation, “I-I...Seeing that Master doesn't want to be served by others, I just thought the bathing pool is quite large and also convenient, so...just..."

He couldn't even compose himself.

Having his bare skin out made Jiang Suizhou’s a bit cold, so he gathered his inner garment together. He took a deep breath and tried to keep his tone calm: “Did you forget that the doctor only changed his bandages two days ago? You want to soak him in hot water again? Meng Qianshan, if that brain is of little use, I’ll ask someone to dig it out for you."

Jiang Suizhou was physically sick and weak, so his breath bore tremors.

Meng Qianshan could no longer care about anything else. He was so scared that he pushed the wheelchair away and ran.

Even as he fled, he didn't dare to touch Huo Wujiu one bit. He stumbled all the way and pushed Huo Wujiu back to his bedroom.

Jiang Suizhou breathed a sigh of relief and took off his robe again.

Meng Qianshan fled in such a fright that Jiang Suizhou’s thoughts were also abruptly disrupted. But the pool was indeed exquisitely prepared, and the water temperature was also utterly satisfactory. Soaking in it would be the ultimate treat.

So Jiang Suizhou soaked in the pool to his heart’s content. It wasn’t until he was a little tired of being in the water that he got up and changed into new bed clothes and went back to the bedroom.

Meng Qianshan ran away in fear, and only Huo Wujiu, who was sitting in a wheelchair reading a book, was left in the bedroom.

Jiang Suizhou was a bit embarrassed.

It was all that silly Meng Qianshan’s fault….He insisted on pushing Huo Wujiu inside while he was taking a bath.

Jiang Suizhou wiped his hair while walking to the couch and sat down. Perhaps because Huo Wujiu replied to him out of the blue just now, Jiang Suizhou was also more relaxed. So, at this time, Jiang Suizhou also opened his mouth directly to speak.

"It's Meng Qianshan who's fooling around," he said.

Huo Wujiu put down the book and replied indifferently, "It doesn’t matter." Then, he swung his wheelchair and went to the back room to wash up.

Jiang Suizhou sighed quietly with relief.

He really wasn’t hallucinating...Although Huo Wujiu still treated him coldly, he was willing to respond to him.

——Although it's a refusal.

But it also proved that the efforts Jiang Suizhou had made were effective —— at least, Huo Wujiu felt that he was taking care of him.

Jiang Suizhou watched his back disappear behind the screen and withdrew his gaze. He took the book which he was halfway through reading, and leaned back on the couch to continue reading.

As soon as he laid down on the couch, he noticed the difference.

The cushions were a full layer thicker. The pillows had been changed, and an extremely comfortable quilt had even been laid.

It seemed that Meng Qianshan believed his nonsense this morning. Fearing that he would suffer as a result of sleeping on the couch, Meng Qianshan specially prepared these for him.

Jiang Suizhou immediately forgave Meng Qianshan's presumptuousness just now.

Was there anything in the world better than being able to get a good night's sleep?

Currently, there was none.

Unbeknownst to him, once Huo Wujiu went around into the back room, his wheelchair paused in place.

His hands slipped inaudibly.

In front of him, hot and humid steam rushed over his face. Amidst the dense white mist was the empty bathing pool, and the water stains left on the floor.

The flower petals in the pool gently rippled with the subtle waves of water, and the man's dirty robes were hanging on the copper rack next to it.

This scenery easily evoked the picture he had seen just now.

For example, that man's scattered ink black hair; his tunic that was untied midway; and when he turned around, his glistening chest and abdomen.

Huo Wujiu had been in the military all year round, and had seen too many men's limbs. In the summer, a group of older men would go to the river to bathe together.

But...he had never seen such a man.

He didn’t know for sure if it was because he hadn't been exposed to the sun and rain, or if his appearance was just too outstanding, but with just one glance, Huo Wujiu hurriedly averted his eyes.

He had never seen...such a man. He couldn't even think of an appropriate and non-erotic adjective for him.

Come to think of it, of the men he met, even if they frankly looked at each other, it didn’t feel wrong. There has never been someone like King Jing, who swiftly wrapped himself with his clothes before speaking and whose ear roots turned red from shyness.

...Like a grown girl.

Although Huo Wujiu’s impression of girls was also nonexistent, this terrible depiction suddenly popped into his mind when he thought of Jiang Suizhou.

Along with it was his heart that also skipped a couple of beats.