My Dear Wife, Please Be Gentle!-Chapter 20 - _1
20: Chapter 20 _1
20 -20 _1
Their plans might have been clever, but the Qiao Duo’er of today was no longer the person she used to be.
Think they could calculate her moves?
They might as well wait for the next lifetime!
Qiao Duo’er snorted coldly before going to pick some willow branches, grabbing one and then heading back.
After a few steps, she remembered there was someone else in the room and decided to pick a few more willow branches, so she wouldn’t have to come back in the morning.
By the time she returned to the kitchen, the water had already boiled.
Qiao Duo’er did just as before, carrying the hot water in a wooden bucket into the room.
Inside the room, Tan Zhenghong wanted to wipe his feet but his leg hurt so much that he could only rest against the pillow.
Hearing someone push the door, he quickly pulled the blanket over himself.
But his actions were still slower than Qiao Duo’er’s, and before he could cover himself properly, she had already entered.
Tan Zhenghong’s healthy tan made it hard to tell when he was blushing, but Qiao Duo’er could still feel his embarrassment.
A grown man afraid of being seen?
It wouldn’t be a loss being seen by a beautiful woman like her, right?
Qiao Duo’er suddenly remembered her current stature and suddenly felt that it was Tan Zhenghong who was short-changed.
Well, it did seem like she was taking advantage of him.
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Qiao Duo’er pretended she didn’t see anything.
She nonchalantly placed the willow twigs on the table and poured the water into the bath.
After she finished, Qiao Duo’er couldn’t help but glance at Tan Zhenghong again.
Out of a spirit of humanitarianism, Qiao Duo’er asked, “Aren’t you well yet?”
“I…
I’m fine, you go ahead with your work.
I’ll be done wiping soon,” Tan Zhenghong shifted his gaze away, not daring to look directly at Qiao Duo’er.
Qiao Duo’er pursed her lips.
Not sick?
That must be a joke, right?
One look at Tan Zhenghong and she knew.
His leg was fixed in a splint, immobile, and he also happened to have long legs, unable to reach his feet.
Should she offer to help?
Inside Qiao Duo’er’s head, two little angels were quarreling.
The white angel said: You should care for the disabled, go help him!
The black angel, looking fierce and terrifying, said: You’re a dignified secret agent, how can you stoop to wiping a man’s feet?
The white angel: What’s wrong with being a secret agent?
Can’t agents have compassion?
The black angel: No dignity left?
You can kill, you can set fires, but you just can’t wipe a man’s feet.
The white angel: Look how pitiful he is!
He always thinks of saving the tasty food for you!
…
In the end, Qiao Duo’er gritted her teeth and still took the towel from Tan Zhenghong’s hand to wipe his feet for him.
Qiao Duo’er looked rather pale; she had never wiped someone’s feet in her life…
And now, her first time in both her lifetimes combined was taken by a man with a broken leg!
Tan Zhenghong weakly asked, “Duo’er, can you get me some Soapnut?
I want to wash my hair.”
His leg was hurting terribly, and he had sweated a lot, his hair clumping together.
Although he knew Qiao Duo’er wouldn’t be too pleased, the feeling was so awful that he couldn’t help but make the request.
Qiao Duo’er pouted.
What could she say?
Damn it, she might as well be a maid!
After attending to his hair wash, Qiao Duo’er could finally go take her bath.
