Time Travel: Brothel Maid

Chapter 189 Stripped

After turning two pages of the book in his hand and using half of the soup bowl, Tang Jingchen suddenly found himself starting to feel dizzy.

He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples, but there was no improvement.

He put down the book and spoon and wanted to go to bed to rest for a while, but as soon as he reached the bed, his eyes went dark and he lost consciousness.

The candle in the room suddenly jumped twice, casting a hazy and terrifying shadow on the wall.

The only sounds in the quiet room were a man's breathing and the occasional "crackling" sound of the burning candle wick.

After a while, the door of the room was knocked again. The person at the door did not receive a response, nor did he leave. Instead, he pushed the door open.

The man held the door and stepped over the threshold slowly. His eyes fell on the man who fainted beside the bed not far away. There was no trace of surprise on his face. Instead, he looked calm and composed, as if the scene before him was within his expectations.

After Wu Qingqing closed the door, she looked around the room, then walked to the table, poured out the remaining half bowl of soup, then took out the half bowl of soup that had been prepared long ago without any medicinal powder, and placed it in the previous position.

Then she slowly walked to the bed.

The man's upper body was lying on the bed, but the part below the waist was still hanging by the side of the bed, which showed how sudden he fainted. He didn't even have time to climb back onto the bed.

Wu Qingqing picked up the man's long legs hanging on the side of the bed, moved them to the bed with great effort, and then took off the man's shoes, clothes and other items one by one.

She stopped only when the man was left with only a pair of underwear.

After all, she was still an unmarried girl. No matter how determined she was before coming here, she couldn't help feeling shy and embarrassed at this point.

But thinking of the threat from the Eighth Prince and her father's harsh words, she still plucked up her courage and slowly placed her pair of slender hands, dyed with red nail polish, on the man's tight waist.

Wu Qingqing's body was covered with a layer of fine beads of sweat due to nervousness. She bit her lips tightly, her hands trembling, and she struggled to slowly remove the last layer of clothing covering the man's body.

The first time she saw something unique to a man, Wu Qingqing felt her heart was about to jump out of her throat and her cheeks instantly became hot. She couldn't help but close her eyes in panic and took a deep breath, trying to suppress the wildly beating heart in her chest.

When she opened her eyes again, the resentment in the girl's eyes had completely disappeared, and she gradually revealed an expression that seemed both shy and excited. So this is what a man's thing looks like...

Wu Qingqing's eyes began to wander over the man's face and body, as if she wanted to see him clearly.

Her fingers gently touched the man's skin, feeling his warmth and touch. Every touch seemed to ignite a fire deep inside her.

Finally, she took off her clothes with trembling hands, revealing her graceful figure.

With the girl's nimble fingers, the gauze curtain on the bed slowly fell down, wrapping the two of them in a private space.

The whole room seemed to have returned to its previous silence, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a woman's heavy breathing due to nervousness echoing in the air. This sound was full of temptation and mystery, which made people fantasize.

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Xiao Guo'er was originally in her room, wearing a thin and breathable white dress, with her hair casually dishevelled, looking lazy.

Because she was going to meet the Eighth Prince soon, she felt ashamed to look like this, so she could only change into a dark-colored dress and tie her hair up again.

But somehow, when she was tying her hair, she didn't hold the jade hairpin that Tang Jingchen had given her firmly, and it fell to the ground and broke into two pieces.

She frowned in pain, picked up the jade hairpin that was broken into two pieces, sighed that it was a pity to waste such a valuable hairpin, and had to throw it aside. She took a new hairpin and tied her hair on top of her head.

He looked left and right in the bronze mirror and made sure there were no flaws before going out and walking towards Prince Wangba's yard.

As soon as she passed the moon-shaped door, Xiao Guoer saw Shen Jing standing upright at the door of the Eighth Prince's study. She walked up to him happily and greeted him enthusiastically, "Sir Shen, are your injuries healed?"

Shen Jing nodded, still with that cold look of being frugal with words, "No problem."

Xiao Guoer didn't mind. After all, Lord Shen had always been like this and she had long been accustomed to it. She would only find it strange if Lord Shen suddenly became enthusiastic one day.

Xiao Guoer stood at the door of the Eighth Prince's study and shouted to the inside, "I greet you, Your Majesty!"

Then, a deep and majestic voice came from inside, "Come in."

Xiao Guoer pushed the door open and bowed.

"Greetings, Your Highness. Is your injury better? I have been thinking about you every day. If I were not afraid of disturbing your peace, I would definitely come to visit you every day."

Since returning from the cliff that day, Xiao Guoer never made a special trip to visit the Eighth Prince again. She only occasionally ran into him from afar when he was out, but she never went forward to greet him. This was the first time the two of them had officially met since that day.

After Xiao Guoer said this, she didn't hear any response from the person sitting there. She seemed to realize that what she said was a bit too false, and the expression on her face became more respectful, trying to make herself look more sincere.

"Does your wound still hurt, Your Majesty? Is your fever gone? The weather is hot, Your Majesty, please be extra careful when bathing, and do not let the wound get wet, otherwise it will become inflamed and fester!"

Zhao Yunrong looked at the person in front of her, her big eyes seemed full of worry, and her words were full of earnest concern. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart. If she had said this two days earlier, it might have been somewhat credible. Unfortunately, the actual situation was - if he didn't summon her, she would never take the initiative to come to see him.

I'm afraid she had forgotten about Tang Jingchen because of all the fun and laughter she had with him every day! How could she remember the injuries he suffered for her?

When Zhao Yunrong thought about the past two days when he was out and accidentally saw her and Tang Jingchen together, her bright smiles, their laughter and intimate gestures, he felt suffocated in his heart.

But in a flash, when he thought about what was going to happen next, he couldn't help but feel excited, and a smile that was hard to hide appeared on his face.