Chapter 162: Is This Okay?

Ji Jiangci is not feeling right.

It's not about his mental state; after all, being favored by Ye Xi'an like that, he can't be unhappy.

But... Lin Zhi Jing narrowed his eyes: "Did Ji Jiangci look a bit younger?"

Bao Jing turned his head and realized Lin Zhi Jing was also staring intently at Ji Jiangci's back.

"Do you also feel that Ji Jiangci is a bit different today?"

Lin Zhi Jing turned his head, gave Bao Jing a bland glance: "I think instead of worrying about what's different with Ji Jiangci, you'd better open his door and see who's inside."

"That's Ji Jiangci's room, who else could be in there?!!!"

Bao Jing's eyes widened slightly, displeased looking at Lin Zhi Jing: "You mean Ye Xi'an is in Ji Jiangci's room?"

Lin Zhi Jing didn't speak, just opened the door and left; his contemptuous look as he left clearly said: "You only just figured that out? Idiot."

As expected, the next second a voice came from Ji Jiangci's room: Ye Xi'an's.

Ye Xi'an opened her eyes and immediately wanted to check Ji Jiangci's state; she groggily reached out beside her, but the spot was empty.

She instantly woke up, sprang up from the bed, opened the door looking for Ji Jiangci's figure: "Bao Jing?"

Ye Xi'an felt a bit guilty, having the embarrassment of being caught in bed: "Did you see Ji Jiangci?"

Bao Jing's black eyelids drooped slightly, looking as if he'd drawn eyeliner: "I saw him."

He said lowly: "Ji Jiangci just went to the second floor; he's probably going to find you clothes."

As he spoke, Bao Jing lowered his head and saw Ye Xi'an's bare feet.

He felt a bit jealous: "Did you not even have time to put on shoes just to look for Ji Jiangci?"

He sighed, bent over and picked up Ye Xi'an, looking at the several doors ahead, hesitated a moment then asked: "Which room do you want to sit in? I'll get your shoes."

Ye Xi'an wrapped her arms around Bao Jing's neck: "Take me to sit on the living room sofa." She lowered her head, her face slightly flushed: "My shoes should still be upstairs."

Bao Jing's steps halted, brows furrowed: "Ye Xi'an, if you want to sleep with Ji Jiangci, just let him go upstairs; why let you go barefoot looking for him?"

"What if you catch a cold?"

He touched Ye Xi'an's soles, indeed they were icy cold.

Bao Jing put Ye Xi'an on the sofa; just then, Ji Jiangci came down from the second floor holding clothes, and his eyes met Ye Xi'an's on the sofa.

When the two locked eyes, it was as if heavenly thunder met earthly fire, crackling flames—actually not, that's just Bao Jing's imagination.

In fact, only Ji Jiangci was making crackling sounds unilaterally, while Ye Xi'an felt somewhat hopeless; Ji Jiangci really hadn't changed back, this is over.

She really couldn't save Ji Jiangci; the remaining time she must treat him well, striving to let him pass peacefully, sob sob sob.

Ji Jiangci draped clothes over his wrist, holding socks and slippers, walked to Ye Xi'an's side, smoothly knelt beside her feet, reverently lifted her foot to put on slippers for her.

"Do you want to change clothes?", Ji Jiangci said gently, as if the former virtuous husband and top scholar had returned.

Ye Xi'an looked at Ji Jiangci, his change leaving her somewhat dazed, she nodded blankly.

Ji Jiangci smiled radiantly; even with wrinkles on his face, they couldn't hide his charm.

"Flirtatious.", Bao Jing, legs crossed sitting to the side, rolled his eyes disdainfully, unsympathetically commenting on the scene before him.

I didn't expect Ji Jiangci to have this side; I thought he was quite reserved, a male, but he's also the type to show off.

"I'll hold you and go back inside."

"Hey!"

Bao Jing grabbed Ji Jiangci's hand that wanted to hold Ye Xi'an: "You wouldn't be trying to take Ye Xi'an to your room, would you?"

Ji Jiangci still smiled falsely: "Of course not; why would you think that? I just want to hold my wife upstairs to change clothes."

Although he said that, Bao Jing still didn't let go, instead gripping tighter.

But he forgot that the current Ji Jiangci is no longer the former Ji Jiangci in every way; first of all, this physical condition issue.

"Hn!"

Ji Jiangci let out a muffled grunt, his movements deliberately exaggerated; Bao Jing frowned, not really understanding what Ji Jiangci was doing now.

"What's wrong with you?", Bao Jing asked uncertainly.

Ye Xi'an also hurriedly checked Ji Jiangci's body, but she's not a doctor, couldn't tell what was wrong: "Jiangci, what's wrong with you?"

Ji Jiangci's face turned deathly pale, he bit his lower lip enduringly; if not for his somewhat aged appearance, he would now be a fragile, alluring flirtatious youth.

"My hand hurts."

Bao Jing and Ye Xi'an both looked at Ji Jiangci's hand; what met their eyes was Bao Jing's hand gripping Ji Jiangci's wrist.

Bao Jing startled, quickly pulled his hand back, hastily explaining: "It wasn't me!"

But the purple bruise on Ji Jiangci's wrist explained everything.

This time, Ye Xi'an and Ji Jiangci both lifted their heads to look at Bao Jing.

"What are you looking at me for?!", Bao Jing exclaimed: "I really didn't use force! Who knew that a big male like him would bruise just from being gripped?"

"Sigh.", Ye Xi'an thought Bao Jing was immature: "Bao Jing, Jiangci is already like this; how can you still be so rough?"

Ji Jiangci hid the smile at the corner of his mouth: "It's fine, just a small injury; it'll heal soon, Bao Jing didn't do it on purpose."

"He probably didn't expect a male to become this fragile with age; wife, don't blame him."

"Or maybe it's that Jiangci is considerate.", Ye Xi'an, frustrated, looked again at Bao Jing, her gaze seemingly saying: "Look at him, then look at you."

Bao Jing: "? I f*ck? Why does this feel a bit weird? Is this okay? I asked."

Ye Xi'an went upstairs and changed into a single-shoulder long dress, a light and airy style, the hem reaching her ankles; as she walked, it swayed like an opening, fluttering trumpet flower.

After changing, Ye Xi'an lay on the bed and opened her Light Brain; from downstairs came Ji Jiangci's voice.

"Honey, can I come up?"

Ye Xi'an actually didn't really want him to come up; compared to sharing a room with a handsome guy, she preferred to be alone quietly playing with her Light Brain, summoning a handsome guy when needed.

But Ji Jiangci can't; he might die of old age at any moment.

"Sure, you can come up."

Ji Jiangci holds a plate of fruit, his white hair neatly brushed back, apparently dampened with water.

He half‑crouches at the bedside, skewers a piece of cantaloupe and offers it to Ye Xi'an, saying, "Wife, what are you doing?"

Ye Xi'an chews while speaking, her words a bit garbled: "I'm buying medicine; you need to apply some medicine to your wrist so it heals faster."

Ji Jiangci is startled: "You bought it for me?"

"Yeah, otherwise who else could it be." She had bought it, and it just so happened that she also kept some in her space, in case of emergency.

Ye Xi'an's words are casual, yet Ji Jiangci is already moved to the point of almost crying.

Zhu Shen Xing's medicines are not permitted for males to use; although there's no explicit rule, it's an unspoken consensus.