Holy Maiden, please be in peace

Chapter 97 No. It's okay.
"Miss Jiang, the water is ready, let's warm your feet first."

After calming down in the yard, Lin Xun walked in with a basin of hot water.

"Miss Jiang?"

Putting the hot water on Jiang Nongqin's feet, she raised her head. Although she was covered by the world's highest peak, she couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but it seemed that Miss Jiang was a little silent and shy.

Also, in the middle of the night with lonely men and widows, it is strange not to be shy.

"Young master, Nongqin can do it by yourself." Jiang Nongqin said in a nutty voice, the insteps tense and straight, and the two little feet were woven together.

Could it be that His Highness wanted to wash my feet, no, no, no, His Highness has already fetched water for me, how could it be possible for His Highness to wash my feet?
"OK then"

Lin Xun nodded, and naturally got up.

In fact, he didn't want to wash his feet for Nongqin, but tried to test the water temperature again. Washing Nongqin's feet was too much. Even in his previous life, it was an extremely intimate act.

Seeing Lin Xun get up and sit on the stool, he was relieved to play the piano. Yulu-like toes gently dipped into the water basin, like a kitten drinking water.

Nongqin bent down and stretched out his hands to wash his feet. For ordinary women, this action is very simple, but it is somewhat difficult for Nongqin.

Lin Xun glanced at it subconsciously, quickly looked away, and poured himself a cup of tea.

After washing his feet, Jiang Nongqin insisted on pouring the water for his feet, and Lin Xun naturally agreed.

Just waiting for Nongqin to come back, holding a basin of hot water in his hand.

"Young Master, Master, let's take a dip too..."

"Miss Jiang, it's unnecessary, I've already washed my feet." Lin Xun quickly refused, even taking off his slippers and shaking his old feet.

"No, it's better for you to have a bubble."

"It's really unnecessary." Lin Xun refused again.

"Does the son dislike playing the piano?" Standing at the door with water in hand, the girl's eyes were already filled with a faint mist of water.
"No. I. Sigh. Forget it, Miss Jiang just put it aside." Lin Xun sighed softly in his heart, looking at Nongqin's sad expression.

Each holding a basin of water can be considered even.

Even with that said, why doesn't it feel right?

He soaked his feet in the hot water brought by Nongqin, the water temperature was just right, and it was very comfortable, but in the next moment, Lin Xun felt that his calloused feet were gently touched by a tofu-like touch.

When I came back to my senses, I realized that after Nongqin put down the basin, he didn't get up, but was washing his feet.
Lin Xun subconsciously pulled his feet out of the water basin. Nongqin was stunned for a moment, and then a heartbreaking sadness and loss flashed in his eyes.
'Ah this.'

Looking at Nongqin Qingmei's sad eyes, Lin Xun felt that he was going to explode with guilt.

'the last time!the last time!Must not let Qinger know!Today, Miss Jiang is a little unstable. I'm just expedient, to help Miss Jiang, and I and Miss Jiang are innocent.'

After forcibly convincing himself in his heart, Lin Xun put his feet into the water basin again.

He decided that he must delete the memory of tonight!Never leave a trace in your mind!

5 minutes, after washing your feet...

"Miss Jiang, can you tell me what happened?"

Sitting in front of Jiang Nongqin, Lin Xun poured her a cup of tea.

Lin Xun always felt that Nongqin wanted to say something to himself.

"It's okay. Playing the piano was just a nightmare."

The slender hands squeezed the skirt tightly, playing the piano and shaking his head.

She originally wanted to confess on the last night before leaving, but now she really has no courage at all.

The girl's eyes looked at Lin Xun's soles subconsciously again, feeling the touch of His Highness's soles remaining in the palms.

Only then did the girl know that the soles of His Highness's feet were so large and there were many calluses. These were traces of His Highness's early years of cultivation, but he liked everything about His Highness.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of loss appeared in the girl's eyes.

This is the first time I have washed His Highness's feet, will this be the last time?
I really want to wake up His Highness in the morning, let His Highness rest on his chest, and wash his face and hair for His Highness.

After His Highness ate his own breakfast, he went to teach, and he washed His Highness's clothes in the courtyard while waiting for His Highness to return.

Near noon, I will cook for His Royal Highness, and His Highness will be able to eat fragrant meals when he comes back.

In the afternoon, His Highness slept on his lap in the morning, and he could quietly look at His Highness's sleeping face and gently pull the strands of hair that brushed past His Highness's ear.

In the evening, after dinner, I can boil water for His Highness to take a bath, and in winter, I can warm the bed for His Highness.

It would be great if I could always serve His Highness, I don't want to be a monk, I just want to be by His Highness's side
If only I could be like Sister Qing'er and take care of His Highness all the time.

The more she thought about it, the more moist the girl's eyes became, and even a single tear slipped quietly across the girl's cheek.

"Girl Jiang!"

Seeing that the girl suddenly left fragrant tears, the appearance of pear flowers with rain startled Lin Xun.

"Young master. It's alright. Just playing the piano brings back nightmares. It's alright. It's alright to play the piano."

Although the girl said it was fine, the tears grew more and more, and the teardrops that completely rolled down the girl's cheeks did not fall to the ground, but were intercepted by her chest halfway.
Lin Xun didn't know what to do for a while, so he could only hand her handkerchiefs one after another, as if he had rescued her in the Forest of Monsters ten years ago.

At that time, Lin Xun didn't know what to do, so he could only stay by her side.

Just like ten years ago, once this weak and weak girl really started to cry, she would not know what happened. The girl grabbed Lin Xun's sleeve and wiped away her tears.

After half a column of incense, she stopped crying after playing the qin. Looking at the sleeves in front of her that were wet with her own tears and could be twisted out of the water, the girl's cheeks were flushed red when she calmed down, but her little hands still held onto Lin Xun's sleeves, not loosening open.

"Miss Jiang, that. My sleeve."

("Hey! Are you crying enough? Isn't it a monster?" Lin Xun, who was only ten years old, was a little impatient.)
"Yeah." The girl held Lin Xun's sleeve tightly.

("Wait a minute." The ten-year-old girl also held onto his sleeve tightly, for fear that he would leave her and run away.)
"Can the girl let go first?" Lin Xun was a little helpless.

("I'm really angry if you don't let go again!" The ten-year-old boy Zhu Gusheng.)
"Yeah." The girl nodded, but still didn't put down his sleeves.

("Right, I. I'll release right away" The ten-year-old girl's grip tightened.)
Lin Xun didn't speak any more, just stood beside her and accompanied her quietly.

(The ten-year-old masked boy sighed, put down his spear, and sat beside her.)
It was the same night, and it was also under the moonlight. Ten years later, the girl still did not loosen his sleeves, and the grown-up boy still accompanied her.
(End of this chapter)