The Way of the Sword (BL) - Chapter 137

In the bathroom on the first floor, Xiong Jia, Zemin Yan, and guard Zhong Liang, they had just dismissed the inn attendants who had filled a wooden bathtub with hot water. There was also a smaller tub with cold water, which was for washing your face and hair.

“Thanks for accompanying me,” said Xiong Jia to Zemin Yan when the attendants left the room.

Zemin Yan blinked his warm brown eyes, he didn’t know why this older sister was thanking him. They were from the same region, so he only felt sympathy for this young girl.

“No need to thank,” said Zemin Yan with an innocent smile. Xiong Jia was a person who only saw the bad side of people, so she always keeps in her heart the kindnesses she received. She kept the gentle senior Jong Kun as well as the cute Zemin Yan.

Xiong Jia did not respond to Zemin Yan, just let the warm feeling travel to her heart, now she felt much better and even felt less sad.

“We better get out,” said Zhong Liang. He didn’t need to say anything else, after all, the young lady was going to take a shower.

“Hum true. However, we are in a hurry to leave. Big sister, would you let me wash your hair? “Asked Zemin Yan, being a solicitor. It was not strange for him to ask this kind of thing since he always washed Yi Yuga’s hair.

It should be remembered that no one taught Zemin Yan and Yi Yuga about decorum between men and women. So he was a little clueless between the space that men and women should have.

“This …” Xiong Jia wanted to say no, but looking at Zemin Yan’s pure and gentle eyes, she didn’t want to say no. Would she have to explain later why she denied this request?

Well, she didn’t want to be the only one to have a conversation about bees and butterflies with this 10-year-old little child!

“Okay,” said Xiong Jia sighing, she went to sit on a chair and put her head back, waiting for Zemin Yan.

Zhong Liang felt awkward seeing this, he didn’t like it very much, but he didn’t know what to do.

“Wait … Wear these gloves,” said Zhong Liang suddenly taking Zemin Yan’s small hand. He didn’t want to let Zemin Yan touch other people, that feeling was very strange.

Was he being too protective?

That was possible.

“You better wear the gloves, after all my hair is really dirty,” Xiong Jia said hastily. She didn’t quite understand, but she felt a hostile look from that imperial guard in her direction. So she agreed without thinking too much, she would also avoid future constraints when Zemin Yan grew up in the future.

“Okay,” said Zemin Yan, looking between Zhong Liang and Xiong Jia, he was a little confused by the sudden tension of these older brothers.

Zhong Liang felt a little better and took two adjustable gloves and handed them to Zemin Yan. This was a glove made by the Celestial Tailors. This is a profession that develops clothes, gloves, and other accessories for martial cultivators, after all, they couldn’t fight with silk and satin clothes, right?

These adjustable gloves were a piece of clothing that could fit any hand, these gloves were quite common. Gloves can be made to perform various tasks, accelerate hand movements, increase dexterity, increase strength … Anyway, the gloves will depend on what the martial cultivator wanted.

This glove that Zhong Liang gave Zemin Yan increased dexterity and was also soft and comfortable.

In this way Zemin Yan helped Xiong Jia to wash her hair, taking the cleaning products from the bag that Jong Kun had given her.

“You do this very well … fu fu fu … Very comfortable” said Xiong Jia, almost sleeping with the continuous movements of Zemin Yan’s little fingers in her hair.

“My friend always says that too. When I wash his hair, he always sleeps. Then it takes a lot of work to get him out of the bath. So I don’t help him often anymore, “said Zemin Yan, finishing washing Xiong Jia’s hair.

Zemin Yan’s real reason for washing Xiong Jia’s hair was actually to help this girl regain some of her health. He subtly used his sacred energy to restore some of the vitality that hunger and difficult life drained from this young woman.

In fact, Zemin Yan was being a little mean, as he was using Xiong Jia as a guinea pig. He had to practice well if he wanted to help Zhong Liang in the future. Except that Zemin Yan was not sure about helping Zhong Liang, he had barely started to learn about the sacred energy.

Of course, Zhong Liang and Xiong Jia didn’t know about Zemin Yan’s hidden motive, so for them, Zemin Yan was just a nice, cute boy.

Zhong Liang, on the other hand, was unhappy to learn that other people had received good treatment from Zemin Yan, but he had not received any of this.

Yes, he was being unreasonable, but Zhong Liang couldn’t help being unhappy.

After rinsing Xiong Jia’s hair, both Zemin Yan and imperial guard Zhong Liang left the room for the young girl to wash quickly.

Zemin Yan looked with interest at the royal blue gloves that Zhong Liang had given him, as the glove was already dry and still warm and comfortable.

“Here,” said Zemin Yan, handing the glove back to Zhong Liang, he had a beautiful smile on his little face.

Zhong Liang took the gloves and put them in the storage ring, he was still in a bad mood.

Little black tiger: (…)

Wuwuwuwu! This human is covered in black clouds!

Sying: (…)

Papa is unhappy! Spooky!

Even Zemin Yan could feel Zhong Liang’s bad mood, but he didn’t understand the reason for this older brother’s bad mood.

“I want it too,” said Zhong Liang suddenly, his voice sounded slightly anxious, even though his face continued to have the same expression of icy indifference.

“What are you talking about Liang-Gege?” Asked Zemin Yan, blinking innocently.

“I want you to wash my hair too,” said Zhong Liang, forcing himself to speak more words than usual.

“Ohhh, now?” Asked Zemin Yan foolishly, blinking his warm brown eyes.

“No” Zhong Liang spoke with a little anxiety, he wanted to have a good ability to speak. But it was very difficult to explain the bitter feeling in your heart!

“Pfft” Zemin Yan couldn’t resist anymore and started laughing, holding Zhong Liang’s hand and looking at this older brother who had a very serious face, but his dark eyes seemed confused.

Yes, Zemin Yan was playing a little with this older brother, who was acting very cute.

Zhong Liang felt a little lost and confused, but as little Yan was laughing and holding his hand, he felt a little happy.

“Liang-gege, when we get back I will help you wash your hair,” said Zemin Yan after finishing laughing, but still holding Zhong Liang’s big hand.

“En,” said Zhong Liang gently, his expression much softer than normal.

Sying: (…)

Why does it look like the dad is a happy little wife?

Ah, it must be just an illusion!