People have three urgencies.
While Ouyang Zishi was caught up in the blooming revelry, Zhu Pingan’s physiological dilemma was already urgent.
“Auntie, is it time to change clothes?”
The little bun maid, Painter, who usually reacts half a beat slower, at this moment, as if Sherlock Holmes or Conan had possessed her, she even noticed Zhu Pingan’s physiological problems at the first time, pinching the corners of her clothes in her small hands, and asking with a red, baby-fat bun face.
Physiological problems can’t be delayed, Zhu Pingan also can’t care about the embarrassment, gently nodded, “Well.”
“Then, then the maidservant, the maidservant helped the aunt master to go to change …… his clothes.”
Painter’s voice was like a mosquito, her little face was so red that it was dripping blood, as if all the blood in her body had rushed to her face.
“Ahem, then I’ll trouble you Painter.”
Zhu Pingan coughed and somewhat embarrassedly arched his hand.
“No trouble, no trouble, Auntie, you’re welcome.”The bun little maid, Painting Er, hurriedly shook her little head and said in a loud voice.
Getting out of bed and changing clothes seemed simple, but it was actually difficult.
Painter was not tall and not very strong, assisting Zhu Ping An to get out of bed was very strenuous, struggling hard for a while before half dragging and half resisting to help Zhu Ping An out of bed, halfway through the pain Zhu Ping An was about to roll his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry Auntie, the painting is too stupid, oooh oooh ……” buns little maid tears are soaring out.
“It’s okay, it’s not good.”Zhu Pingan endured the pain and comforted her with a smile.
“But, but Painter is clumsy and just now must have hurt Auntie.”Painter whimpered.
“No.”Zhu Pingan smiled and shook his head.
“Really?”The little bun maid, Painting Child, stopped her tears when she heard this.
“Really.”Zhu Pingan nodded against his will.
Then the bun little maid, Painting Child, broke into tears, “I thought I was clumsy and would hurt Auntie.”
“Auntie, let me help you broaden your clothes …….”
Painter helped Zhu Pingan walk to the end of the bed, shaking her small hand took the night pot placed aside at the end of the bed, shyly lowered her head and whispered, when it came to helping Zhu Pingan to broaden his clothes, Painter’s small face was so red that it was dripping with blood, not only was it red but also hot as if it was about to catch fire. Before the words fell, the redness had already reddened from her cheeks, to the roots of her ears, and even her neck and spine all the way down, all the way down to her toes.
Ha?
Help me undress?
Zhu Pingan listened to the mosquito like voice of the bun’s little maid, Painter, and his mind instantly conjured up no less than dozens of videos originating from a certain island country which contained similar plots that were inappropriate for children.
The images though made one’s veins swell!
But, I am not a pervert.
Zhu Pingan shook his head, shook off those sordid plots, coughed, and rejected Painter’s good intentions, “Cough, cough, no, no need, you slightly support me from behind, I’ll do it myself.”
The ideal was plump, the reality was bone dry.
Zhu Ping An tried to keep his balance, one hand to unbuckle his belt, one hand to carry the night pot, it is very stretched, coupled with the side of the painting child, so that Zhu Ping An is very embarrassed, holding the night pot dry pause for a good half a day, before finally overcame the shyness, began to release, from the beginning of the “seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three points of rain in front of the mountain,” to”Flying stream straight down three thousand feet, suspected to be the Milky Way falling nine days”……
It’s really not easy.
After the release, Zhu Pingan was so excited that tears were almost flowing out.
However
Still too happy too soon, a shiver that was customary after the release made Zhu Pingan’s trousers fall directly to the ground ……
Nima!
Looking at the trousers strewn across the floor at his feet, Zhu Pingan could not cry.
With Zhu Ping An’s current half-crippled state, if you asked him to bend down and lift his trousers, it was simply harder than climbing up to heaven!
Zhu Ping An tried twice, but all ended in failure, the pain was secondary, the key is simply can not bend down, because the hip wound has not yet healed, the legs can not make strength, simply can not stand, let alone bend down ……
Several minutes later.
Zhu Pingan still …… put on his trousers.
It is really embarrassing.
Such an adult, but still need help to lift the trousers!
After lying back on the bed again, Zhu Pingan’s old face rolled hot, holding Sun Tzu’s Art of War in both hands, half a day did not turn a page.
The little maid of the bun, Painter, finished pouring the night pot and scrubbing it, and passed by the courtyard, with a little face that was reddish and rolling, despite the fact that she had just finished scrubbing the night pot in the purification room, and she had washed her face several times, her little face was still rolling, and was getting hotter and hotter, especially when the scene that made her blush kept replaying itself in her mind, her little face became even more reddish and hotter……
“Aiya, it’s so humiliating.”
When that blush-inducing scene resurfaced in Painter’s mind once again, the bun little maid Painter finally couldn’t help but stretch out a pair of her little chubby hands to cover her face, her little face flushed with shame as she purred like a cat.
The corner of the courtyard there is a little girl is watering flowers, vaguely heard a shy chant, also thought to hear a kitten purring spring it, thinking how the courtyard came a cat ah, curiously raised his head to follow the sound to look, and then saw cover the little face, blushing painting child.
The little girl flabbergasted for a moment, see the painting covered her face, face and so red, thought it was the painting was sick and difficult, and quickly carried a small kettle of water to care for the small run over, nervously asked, “Painting sister, what’s the matter with you, is it a fever? Oops, painting sister, why is your face so red?”
“Little cucumber ah, no, no, it’s little yellow flower ah, I don’t have a fever, no. I’m just a little hot. Also, Little Yellow Flower why did you appear in front of me? It scared me a bit.”
The bun’s little maid, Painter, was startled when she first heard the little girl’s voice, and when she looked up and saw the little girl, she originally wanted to call her “Little Yellow Flower”, but she never thought that the words that came out of her mouth would be “Little Cucumber”, and then she thought of the scene that made people blush and her heart skip a beat, so Painter thought of the scene that made people blush and her heart skip a beat, and she thought of the scene that made people blush and her heart skip a beat.The scene that made one’s heart beat red, Painter’s little face could not help but swiftly become redder and hotter, as if it was pouting in shame after being exposed to a secret that was difficult to disclose.
“Sister Painter, I didn’t appear out of nowhere, I called out to you several times.”Little Yellow Flower returned with some aggression.
“Oh well, that’s because I got lost in thought just now. I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me, go and get busy with yours. Those few jade hairpins you have to take care of, it’s almost time for the flowers to bloom, Miss is a big fan of them.”
Painter’s face redness couldn’t dissipate for a long time, and worrying about being seen by Little Yellow Flower to see what was going on, she waved her hand and found an excuse to send the little girl away.
“Is my face really red?”
The maid under the bun, Painter, turned around after the little girl left, and stretched out her little chubby hand and pinched her baby fat little face, “Ya, it’s really hot ah ……”
No, no, this look won’t work.
After returning to the bedroom door, the bun little maid painting child stood still and took several deep breaths, and tried hard to calm down for a while, and felt that her face was not so burnt, before she walked in.
Only the footsteps of Painter walking in startled Zhu Ping An, although with Zhu Ping An’s gaze only contacted for a very short moment, Painter quickly lowered her head, but the heart of that a frightened deer whoosh hit the brain, face again hot, body is soft, can not help but clamped the legs.
Painter lowered her head, like a frightened deer, with the afterglow stole a glance at Zhu Pingan, found that Zhu Pingan has lowered his head to read, could not help but pat his own pair of white rabbits, let out a sigh of relief, good luck aunt just looked at a glance and then lowered his head to read, did not see his own shameful scene, or else they have to find a hole in the ground to drill it.
