Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 461 Relying on Favor (6)

"Yes."

Yan Zhen picked up a clean handkerchief and carefully dried the water off Zhao Yuan's feet.

After the water had dried, she laboriously picked up the wooden basin and wobbled as she walked outside.

Zhao Yuan watched her retreating figure, narrowed his eyes, and with a flick of his wrist, produced a copper coin.

He flicked his wrist and shot the copper coin, which struck Yan Zhen directly in the back of the knee.

Yan Zhen took a few steps and heard a faint whooshing sound behind him.

Her ears twitched slightly, and without warning, she turned around. When the copper coin Zhao Yuan shot hit her knee, she cried out "Ouch!" and the wooden basin flew out of her hand, splashing the foot-washing water all over Zhao Yuan.

With a clatter, the wooden basin hit the ground, and Yan Zhen fell to the floor. Zhao Yuan, soaked to the bone by his own foot-washing water, had a face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Tan! Jun! Zhuo!!!" Zhao Yuan roared in fury.

This woman must have done it on purpose!!!

Yan Zhen quickly scrambled to his feet and rushed over to wipe the water from Zhao Yuan's face with a handkerchief: "My lord, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to... I must have been riding for too long today, my knees are a little sore, that's why I fell. Let me wipe them for you..."

Zhao Yuan's gaze fell on her hand, and when he discovered that the handkerchief she used to wipe his face was the same one she had used to wipe his feet, he was instantly enraged and grabbed Yan Zhen by the neck with one hand.

"Tan Junzhuo! How dare you!!!"

He didn't use force, but the gesture was full of deadly threat: "You dare to provoke me!"

"I didn't," Yan Zhen said, feeling wronged. "I'm currently living under someone else's roof, and I'm just trying to save my own life. How could I dare to provoke you? It was really an accident just now... If you're angry, I'll go get a basin of water, and you can splash it on me. Then we'll be even, okay?"

Zhao Yuan: "..."

Seeing Yan Zhen's incredibly sincere expression, he once again began to doubt his own judgment.

"If you didn't do it on purpose, why did you suddenly turn around just now?"

"I wanted to ask if you wanted something to eat," Yan Zhen said softly, "but I didn't expect my knee to suddenly hurt so I fell. If you don't believe me, I'll show you right now."

As Yan Zhen spoke, taking advantage of the way he was choking her neck, she lifted her leg as if to lift her skirt and show him her knees.

Zhao Yuan was startled by her actions and immediately released his grip on her neck, saying impatiently, "Get out! I'm not looking!"

Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief, took two steps back, picked up the wooden basin, and turned to walk out.

But before she could leave the room, Zhao Yuan called out to her again, "Wait."

Yan Zhen turned around: "My lord, what are your orders?"

Zhao Yuan's mischievous tone returned: "Go fetch water, I need to take a bath."

Yan Zhen remained silent for three seconds, then gritted his teeth and said, "Yes."

There was a bathtub about half the height of a person in the bathroom. Yan Zhen carried hot water back and forth thirty or forty times before he could fill the tub halfway.

"My lord, the hot water is ready." Yan Zhen went to inform Zhao Yuan, who was in his bedroom, in a respectful tone.

Zhao Yuan grunted in agreement, glanced at Yan Zhen who was so tired that he could barely lift his arms, and raised an eyebrow: "Come over here and give me a back rub."

Yan Zhen watched his retreating figure, gritted her teeth, and replied, "Yes."

Following Zhao Yuan into the bathroom, Yan Zhen closed the door and consciously rolled up her sleeves to help Zhao Yuan take off his clothes.

Zhao Yuan had his arms outstretched, ready to enjoy her expressions of "awkwardness," "shyness," "embarrassment," and "humiliation."

But as she casually removed her clothes one by one, just like peeling corn, he was left with only his underpants.

The moment Yan Zhen's hand touched the edge of his underpants, Zhao Yuan couldn't hold back any longer. He slapped Yan Zhen's hand away and said, "I'll do it myself!"

Yan Zhen said "Oh," stepped aside, and stood still, but his eyes were fixed on Zhao Yuan, waiting for his next move.

Zhao Yuan: "..."

He had a strong intuition that Tan Junzhuo was not only not shy, but seemed to be looking forward to his next move.

He was very annoyed by the feeling of being teased instead of teasing: "What are you looking at! Close your eyes!"

Yan Zhen obediently closed his eyes, but his ears perked up.

She only opened her eyes when she heard Zhao Yuan rustling as he took off his underpants and stepped into the bathtub.

"Come here and scrub my back."

"Yes." Yan Zhen took the bath beans and a bath towel, and went over to start scrubbing Zhao Yuan's back.

Zhao Yuan rested his two long arms on the edge of the bathtub, closed his eyes, and enjoyed Yan Zhen's service.

But as he continued rubbing, he gradually sensed something was wrong.

After Tan Junzhuo finished rubbing his back, he started rubbing his shoulders.

After rubbing his shoulders, I moved my hands to his chest and rubbed his chest.

And he wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but her hands seemed a little restless, her fingertips and palms occasionally touching his abdominal muscles.

Every time she touched him, Zhao Yuan would look up and stare at her.

But the person in front of him showed no unusual expression, his demeanor as natural as if he were scrubbing pork on a chopping board.

Just as Zhao Yuan was beginning to doubt himself, Yan Zhen suddenly reached for his lower body.

Zhao Yuan jumped up in shock at her grab: "Where the hell are you touching?!"

Yan Zhen held a bath towel in one hand and bath beans in the other, his expression a mix of seriousness, confusion, and innocence: "I'm giving you a bath."

"Is that a place you should be washing?!" Zhao Yuan's face flushed red as she turned to the side, gripping the edge of the bathtub with both hands. "Are you even a woman?!"

“But that’s how the palace maids bathed me,” Yan Zhen said. “Or is it that the customs in Tingzhou are different from those in Daliang, where they only scrub my back and don’t wash me…”

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!" Zhao Yuan stretched out his long arm, grabbed the clothes on the screen to cover his private parts, and cursed as he stepped out of the bathtub, walked around the screen, and dressed, "Shameless! Tan Junzhuo, you're shameless!!!"

After he finished dressing and left the bathroom, Yan Zhen smiled and tossed the bath towel into the tub.

whispering sound!

He's too green to compete with her.

After tidying up the bathroom, Yan Zhen returned to the side room and slept soundly through the night.

The next morning, Yan Zhen got up early.

The bed in the side room was too hard, and the original owner's body was delicate, so sleeping on it made her feel stiff and sore all over.

She had just finished washing up, rubbing her aching back, when the window on the wall was suddenly pushed open without warning. Zhao Yuan, standing just a wall away, looked extremely grim: "Tan Junzhuo, what time is it? Why aren't you here to serve me? Should I come and fetch you?"

Yan Zhen responded politely, but his actions were unhurried. He slowly picked up a hairpin and tied his hair before walking to the next room, saying, "Coming, coming."

Yan Zhen fetched water for Zhao Yuan to rinse his mouth, wash his face and hands, and then began to help him get dressed.

Zhao Yuan's clothes consisted of three layers, with even the inner garment being black. This made it impossible for Yan Zhen to distinguish which of the other two garments besides the outer robe was the base layer.

She squatted by the bed and studied it for a while before Zhao Yuan's impatient voice came: "What are you still standing there for!"

Yan Zhen picked up a piece of clothing and unfolded it for him to see: "Is this the innermost layer?"

Zhao Yuan: "..."

After figuring out which garment to wear underneath, Yan Zhen put it on Zhao Yuan like a sack.

Her movements were not rough, nor was she very strong, yet Zhao Yuan was either choked by her collar or had his hand twisted behind his back through her sleeve.

After putting on the three pieces of clothing, he was covered in a light sweat from the exertion.

Looking at Yan Zhen, who was diligently buttoning her clothes, Zhao Yuan suddenly said, "Didn't the palace matrons teach you how to serve a man before you got married?"