After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine-Chapter 37

After the Disabled God of War Became My Concubine Chapter 37

Jiang Suizhou was oblivious to Huo Wujiu's reaction. He only felt that the leg he was rubbing under his hand was cold as hell.

He rubbed Huo Wujiu’s legs tentatively, and massaged them a few times. The muscles under his palms were rock hard, and it took a lot of effort to massage them. Nevertheless, it seemed that as Jiang Suizhou massaged, Huo Wujiu’s legs gradually warmed up a bit.

Jiang Suizhou's eyes lit up.

“Is this any better?" He looked askance at Huo Wujiu.

However, Huo Wujiu sat there with a cold face and didn't speak.

...Does it mean he’s feeling better or not?

Jiang Suizhou was momentarily baffled, but his hands underneath took action and massaged Huo Wujiu again.

Just then, a hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and pulled his hands out of the quilt.

Jiang Suizhou was startled when he saw those deep black eyes looking at him coldly.

“Why are you touching me?” Huo Wujiu scowled.

He startled Jiang Suizhou, who withdrew his hand posthaste.

He...He just massaged his legs a couple of times; why was he getting angry?!

Jiang Suizhou was stunned, but soon came to his senses.

He forgot that Huo Wujiu’s legs were disabled, so he probably hated others touching him. Jiang Suizhou must have been stroking the tiger's whiskers.

For a while, Jiang Suizhou was a little at a loss.

He was inwardly chagrined and didn’t notice that Huo Wujiu struggled to support his body on the couch, leaning slightly sideways.

Next to him, Meng Qianshan had already led a group of maids, who found bed warmers for Huo Wujiu, stuffed them, steaming hot, into his blanket, and then withdrew along with them.

Jiang Suizhou also followed suit and stood up.

"...I’m sorry," He apologized and then paused and said, "I didn't mean to touch your legs just now."

Hearing his apology, Huo Wujiu who was on the bed opened his mouth, as if to say something.

A moment later, Huo Wujiu lowered his eyes and said in a low voice, "It's okay. Go to sleep."

Jiang Suizhou sighed with relief when he heard him say that.

Although Huo Wujiu’s tone was still quite blunt...this meant that he wouldn’t mind him anymore, right?

Jiang Suizhou was not afraid of others being angry with him, but he was afraid of this ancestor. After all, unlike others, when this ancestor got angry, the consequences were fatal.

With this in mind, Jiang Suizhou replied and was about to return to his bed when he turned around and said, "This couch is a bit close to the window; why don't you go sleep on the bed?"

Hearing this, Huo Wujiu only closed his eyes and didn’t respond to him.

It meant that he was averse to the idea.

Although Jiang Suizhou was still a bit worried, he couldn't force Huo Wujiu to the bed. Seeing that the bedding on him was thick and durable and thinking that it would be of some use, Jiang Suizhou did not insist.

He went back to the bed, changed his robe and lay back under the covers.

Before closing his eyes, he did not forget to remind Huo Wujiu, "If it hurts again, just call out to me."

Huo Wujiu remained silent.

Jiang Suizhou had long been used to talking to this log unilaterally, so after speaking, he closed his eyes again.

Huo Wujiu, who was sitting on the couch, did not move at all.

He waited until Jiang Suizhou’s breathing on the bed became steady. He made sure that the man was asleep before raising his hand to lift the quilt covering his legs and dragged out the hot bed warmer while at it.

It was thick and heavy, and covered with a few stove-like stuff, as if for fear of not roasting his legs.

Sure enough, it was a stupid thing that Meng Qianshan did.

Huo Wujiu didn't want to admit that the warmth brought by the thick bedding and the steaming pile of bed warmers were no match for the hand that had clumsily massaged his legs a few times.

But the feelings brought on by those hands were somewhat complicated. Besides warmth, it also added something else, which made him flustered and want to escape immediately.

He even ended up scaring King Jing.

Huo Wujiu’s complexion turned ugly, and he tossed several bed warmers out of the quilt.

Until he came across a fluffy thing which Jiang Suizou had stuffed in just now.

He faltered, let go of the little white rabbit and covered it back with the quilt back, letting the little thing snuggle in his lap and softly warm him up.

However, something still seemed to be missing.

A few moments later, Huo Wujiu skeptically placed his hand underneath the bedding and covered his leg, rubbing it a few times.

...It didn’t work at all.