diskusbooks Chapter 290 My Back Hurts
Chapter 290 My Back Hurts
As Su Mowan was thinking, someone wrapped their arms around her waist from behind.
She turned her head and saw that Murong Jing had already opened his eyes, so she said, "Get up? We'll eat in a bit."
Murong Jing gave a faint "hmm," but showed no intention of getting up. Su Mowan guessed that he had just woken up and needed some time to adjust, so she wanted to get up first and ask Yinshuang to instruct someone to prepare hot water to wash her face.
Before anyone could react, Murong Jing grabbed him tightly around the waist.
A slightly hoarse voice came from behind, "Where are you going?"
Su Mowan's waist is actually a bit sensitive, but she has gotten used to it ever since Murong Jing started putting his arm around her waist all the time.
She glanced down at Murong Jing's arm around her waist, then turned and said, "I'll have someone prepare hot water so I can wash my face."
Murong Jing then loosened his arms slightly, but did not let go completely. He said, "My back hurts."
"..."
Su Mowan felt a little confused, not knowing what Murong Jing meant by those words.
Could it be because the bed board is too hard? Is it hurting?
Su Mowan thought about it more and more and it seemed very possible. The bedroom in Fenghua Palace had several layers of cushions, which were much softer than those here.
Thinking of this, Su Mowan wondered: Is Murong Jing really that delicate? Or is she just too rough around the edges?
She slept in this bed too, so why doesn't she have back pain?
Seeing that he frowned slightly, Su Mowan said, "Have someone add two more mattresses tonight."
Upon hearing this, Murong Jing knew that Su Mowan had misunderstood, and he did not argue.
He withdrew his hand from Su Mowan's waist, shifted his body, moved to the edge of the bed, turned over, and said with his back facing up, "Give me a massage."
Murong Jing was wearing an inner garment, and his dark hair was draped over the pillow, making him look exceptionally pleasing to the eye.
Su Mowan turned slightly to the side, with one leg wrapped around the edge of the bed, and pressed her hands directly onto Murong Jing's waist.
Even if you don't know the techniques, just use force.
What they have in abundance is strength.
After pressing down hard a few times, Su Mowan wondered if she had used too much force, so she looked up at Murong Jing, only to find that he was already half-closing his eyes in comfort.
Su Mowan couldn't help but ask, "Is it that serious?"
Murong Jing kept his eyes half-closed and gave a faint "hmm".
Su Mowan thought to herself, "It can't be that bad, can it?"
He lightened his grip slightly, and immediately heard Murong Jing protest, "Hold it tighter."
"..."
Su Mowan silently increased her strength by two points.
It was also discovered that Murong Jing actually has a very thin waist, but because he has always been in a wheelchair, it is not usually noticeable.
When you place your hands on it, you'll find that Murong Jing has well-proportioned muscles and no excess fat on his waist.
Thinking about this, Su Mowan became a little worried. If this trend continued, she would soon gain weight around her waist.
After massaging for a while without Murong Jing telling her to stop, Su Mowan stopped what she was doing, moved a little closer, and said, "Don't fall asleep again. I'm not going to massage you anymore. Get up."
Murong Jing opened his half-closed eyes and stared straight at her, a hint of haziness still lingering in his gaze. This sight stirred something in Su Mowan's heart.
He quickly looked away, stood up, and said, "I'll go and have someone prepare hot water."
The words had barely left his mouth when he took a step forward.
Murong Jing immediately sat up, quickly dressed, put on his boots, and sat in his wheelchair. Then he slowly began to style his hair.
When Su Mowan came in, she found that the person was already dressed neatly and sitting in a wheelchair, which saved her the trouble of helping him.
Yinshuang, who was outside, took the basin of water and soft cloth from the palace maid and entered the bedroom. She placed the basin on the shelf, handed the soft cloth to Su Mowan, and then stood aside with her hands at her sides.
Murong Jing rolled up his sleeves and washed his face with exceptional elegance. Su Mowan quickly handed him the soft cloth in her hand.
After everything was mostly tidied up, Yinshuang said that the food had been brought back and was ready to eat.
Su Mowan then pushed the person out.
Looking down, Su Mowan could see Murong Jing's skillfully styled hair. She had long wanted to ask Murong Jing if he always styled his own hair and dressed himself.
She had never seen Murong Jing ask anyone to help him change his clothes.
After leaving the bedroom, Su Mowan saw Feng Yue enter the hall. She pushed him to the dining table that had already been set out, and Yinshuang followed behind carrying a snow-white fox fur coat. Once Su Mowan had a free hand, she reminded her to put it on.
Su Mowan took it and inadvertently noticed the grass embroidered in a very discreet place on the collar, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.
There's no need to wear such thick clothes while eating, so Su Mowan gestured and handed the fox fur back to Yinshuang before turning around and sitting down at the dining table.
As expected, the dishes prepared for His Highness the King of Qin were extraordinary and exceptionally exquisite.
It looked quite appetizing. Su Mowan took a bite of the shredded winter bamboo shoots because they looked good, and almost threw up immediately.
Seeing her expression, Murong Jing asked, "Is it not tasty?"
"No."
Su Mowan shook her head and said, "There's sugar in these bamboo shoots, so they taste weird."
In fact, Su Mowan would rather have more chili peppers in it than sweet sugar. She never liked sweet dishes; she only liked sour, numbing, and spicy ones.
Murong Jing also reached out and picked up a few pieces, tasted them, and said they were okay. The next moment, he said, "Don't you like sweets?"
Su Mowan nodded, and then Murong Jing turned to Feng Yue and said, "When they arrive later, tell them not to put sugar in the dishes tonight."
Feng Yue nodded and replied, "Yes."
After giving the instructions, Murong Jing moved the spicy diced chicken that was originally in front of him to Su Mowan, and then moved the plate of shredded bamboo shoots to his own side.
Su Mowan asked with some surprise, "You like sweets?"
Murong Jing raised his eyes and said calmly, "I'm fine with anything."
"..."
They're really not picky eaters, and easy to feed!
After eating until she was about 70% full, Su Mowan put down her chopsticks, and Murong Jing did so at almost the same time.
Su Mowan pushed him away from the table and, for the first time, took the initiative to show affection. She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped Murong Jing's mouth.
Yinshuang and Feng Yue had no choice but to pretend they were blind and ignore it.
Murong Jing, on the other hand, felt somewhat uncomfortable. He waited with a stiff face until Su Mowan finished wiping him before letting out a soft breath.
"Go now?" Su Mowan asked, having finished tidying up her handkerchief.
Murong Jing hummed in agreement and said, "It's about time."
Feng Yue quickly came over to push her away. Before leaving, Yin Shuang handed over the fox fur coat in her hand, which Su Mowan took and put on.
Just as they turned the corner, they saw Emperor Mo Yao and his entourage coming out of the palace, chatting and laughing, having a lively time.
Upon seeing Murong Jing and Su Mowan, Emperor Moyao immediately stopped laughing and said, "I was just saying I was going to send someone to fetch you, but you came here on your own. Are you still feeling unwell? Are you feeling better?"
The following question was clearly directed at Su Mowan.
Su Mowan was about to say that she was much better, but Emperor Moyao didn't give her a chance to speak and continued, "Getting out and about is good for your health. Now that everyone is here, let's set off!"