The fake daughter is the white moonlight of the villain general

The question returned to the question, before Wu Jiang could answer, Yue Xianbei bared his teeth and wanted to put Gu Xi's clothes on.

Wu Jiang staggered his gaze and didn't look at him.

Yue Xianbei snorted several times.

"Who is that?"

He couldn't remember Wu Jiang's name, but there were only the two of them in the room, and he felt a rare bit of embarrassment.

Hearing his voice, Wu Jiang didn't look back, but just lowered his head slightly.

"What orders does Mr. Yue have?"

Yue Xianbei moved his fingers with difficulty.

"I can't lift my arms."

It was obvious that the thorns were on the back, but the arm seemed to be filled with lead, and it was impossible to lift it, let alone put the gloves into the clothes, and it hurt badly just to lift the shoulder slightly.

Wu Jiang didn't move.

Yue Xianbei snorted twice.

"You... come here and give me a hand."

Wu Jiang then turned to look at him.

Yue Xianbei's face was already blushing, and he lowered his eyelashes in embarrassment.

"I can't lift it up."

Wu Jiang, who was standing a few steps away, raised his foot and walked over.

She stood in front of Yue Xianbei expressionlessly.

Reaching out his hand, Yue Xianbei subconsciously ducked to the side.

Wu Jiang's hand paused in the air, and as if nothing happened, he directly put the clothes on Yue Xianbei's hand.

Yue Xianbei took a few breaths.

Tears almost rolled down from the eyes.

He whispered, "Easy... Take it easy."

Wu Jiang: ...

She was silent for a moment and didn't speak, but the movements of her hands were indeed gentler.

Yue Xianbei's back was so hot and painful, even after taking the medicine, the pain still persisted, and it might not go away in ten days or half a month.

Wu Jiang saw his thin skin and tender flesh, the young master really couldn't stand the beating, she sneered in her heart, and turned to Yue Xianbei to tie his waist.

Seeing this, Yue Xianbei hurriedly reached out his hand to stop her, but he couldn't lift his hand, tripped on the sole of his foot, and buried himself in Wu Jiang's arms.

"..."

"..."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Yue Xianbei became even more flustered. Although he was young and frivolous, he had never held a girl's little hand, let alone such an abrupt behavior, his face turned even redder.

Wu Jiang took two steps back, her face was quite calm, and she couldn't see her happiness or anger.

"If Mr. Yue has no other orders, then the servant will leave first."

Yue Xianbei shook his head violently.

"It's gone!"

Wu Jiang left without looking back, as if what happened just now had never happened.

After Yue Xianbei was the only one left in the room, he looked down at his open skirt, pulled it up with difficulty and pain, and closed the girdle with trembling hands.

But my mind always unconsciously recalls the scene when I ran into that woman's arms.

He gasped heavily, not knowing whether it was pain or shame for a moment.

Wei Rou was drinking tea in the front yard, stroking the sleepy two at her feet, and nodded her chin when Wu Jiang came back.

"Master Yue settled down?"

Wu Jiang's face was tense. Hearing Wei Rou's question, he lowered his head in response.

Seeing her like this for the first time, Wei Rou frowned.

"Did he trouble you?"

Wu Jiang hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

Wei Rou couldn't figure out Wu Jiang's meaning for a while, and said after deliberation: "Although he is the young master of the city, he can't bully me in the general's mansion, if—"

Wu Jiang knelt down straight to Wei Rou.

The warmth standing aside was shocked when she saw this.

Wei Rou is quite calm.

"Tell me, what happened just now?"

But Wu Jiang didn't say a word, he didn't want to reveal anything, he just said: "Young Master Yue didn't trouble your servants."