With Zhao Yanping's character, Gillian was not worried that he would peek at him, but was afraid that Old Mrs. Zhao would break through the crack in the door. The old lady actually ran to the bottom of the wall last night and listened to their corner of the wall. She spoke very straightforwardly, making people blush. It would be possible to break through the crack in the door again.

Gillian took out her wedding dress, stepped on the bench and hung it on the door, blocking the middle of the two door panels like a curtain.

The windows on the south side are covered with oily window paper, which is very strong and can prevent wind and rain, but they are not very light-transmitting. Even if they stick to the window paper, they can't see the situation inside clearly.

After everything was ready, Gillian looked at the bed in the north. She lowered her head and slowly unbuttoned the buttons.

Zhao Yanping not only lie in the bed with his back to her, but also closed his eyes.

But he could hear the sound of water. She washed so carefully, like a thief, and the sound of gently squeezing water inexplicably scrupulously.

Zhao Yanping promptly diverted the scene in his mind and thought about the several unsolved cases accumulated in the county government.

Gillian finished washing.

She wiped her body and put on her clothes, and tied her long hair that was still dripping on her head with a towel. Seeing that the official was not aware of it, Gillian walked to the bed and called softly: "Official, I've washed it, you go quickly."

Zhao Yanping's shoulders froze, and then he realized that he was thinking too much, and he didn't notice that she had finished washing.

Zhao Yanping put down the bed and Gillian saw him outside, so he thoughtfully helped him pick up half of the gauze tent.

Zhao Yanping looked up and saw her face flushed by water vapor, as tender as a ripe peach on a tree, with an attractive color, and her long eyelashes were shy and she didn't dare to look at him.

Zhao Yanping quickly left the bed.

Gillian crawled in, hanging a dark bed like he did, leaving only a pair of embroidered shoes with pink and white background under the bed.

Zhao Yan glanced at the door panel and whispered: "I will pretend to order you to wipe my back later, you don't have to pay attention."

Gillian understood, the official wanted to act again.

Because her hair was wrapped in a towel, Giao lay on the bed, her face pressed against the pillow, and she bit her lip, unable to help but listen to the movement outside.

Zhao Yanping was used to standing and wiping his body casually, but today there was a woman in the room. Although she certainly would not peek at her, Zhao Yanping still took off her clothes and immediately stepped into the bathtub and sat with her back to Gillian. He moved very much, with a sound of water, and occasionally pretended to ask Gillian to wipe the key points for him.

Gillian suddenly felt that it was fun to act like this for Old Mrs. Zhao to show her.

But after listening silently for a moment, Gillian suddenly wanted to see the official.

She will definitely take the step of seducing the official in the future, so she will take a look at it secretly, so as not to suddenly see it in the future and be ashamed to dare to do anything.

His heart was beating, and Gillian's chin was tilted, and his face silently turned toward the bed partition. Then he blew a small gap from under the bed partition. There was also a white gauze tent outside. Through the tent, Gillian saw the official sitting in the bathtub. He was so tall, and his back and shoulders were exposed while sitting.

Although she couldn't see it clearly, Gillian's heart was still about to jump out. The official's shoulders were so wide and his upper arms were thicker than her thighs.

"Enough."

The man suddenly spoke, and Gillian was so scared that she retracted her hand like a scalded one, and her head turned inside.

Zhao Yanping's earlobe moved slightly, and his cold face turned back, but how could he think that Ah Jiao dared to peep at him? He guessed that she had just done something casually. Zhao Yanping continued to pretend to order: "Hand the scarf to me."

After saying that, he waited and stepped out of the bathtub.

Gillian covered her chest with her hands, and she was frightened when she looked at her shoulders. Now she had no courage.

Zhao Yanping put on his robe as fast as possible.

Ajiao got out of bed with a blushing face and walked directly to the old clothes they had changed.

Zhao Yanping said: "Leave all of this to Cui Niang, you don't have to do it."

Seeing that his hair was still dripping, Gillian grabbed another towel and said, "I'll help you wipe your hair."

Zhao Yanping said yes, but the man snatched the towel and rubbed it for a few times, and it was over.

He took off the wedding dress hanging on the door and asked Gillian to put it away. Zhao Yanping directly grabbed the bathtub with one hand and moved the heavy bathtub out. His arms were tightened, as vigorous as thick branches.

Gillian couldn't imagine how a person's arms would grow like this, as if they contained endless strength.

He went to pour water, Gillian untied her hair and sat in front of the dressing table to pull her long black and thick hair away.

After combing it, Gillian walked out with a small stool, trying to sit in the backyard and wait for the wind to dry her hair before coming in.

Mrs. Zhao had just listened for a long time and was about to go in and take a shower. When she saw Ah Jiao coming out, Mrs. Zhao waved to her: "Come here to wipe my shoulders."

Gillian had to put down the bench and go to the west room to serve the old lady.

Zhao Yanping saw it in the yard and frowned.

"Why, you two have taken a bath?" Old Mrs. Zhao asked whisper while taking off her clothes.

Gillian lowered her head guiltily.

Old Mrs. Zhao's heart was about to feel cold when she looked at her long hair hanging down and her shoulders. What kind of grandson is this? Isn't it stupid to keep such a charming beauty in front of her?

Fortunately, Mrs. Zhao had been mentally prepared for a long time and knew that the three feet of ice would not be cold for a day. She had to slowly cover her if she wanted to melt, so she didn't blame Jiao for anything.

After taking a shower, the two went to the backyard to blow their hair together.

Gillian was determined to please the old lady, so she took the initiative to walk behind Mrs. Zhao and help her pinch her shoulders.

Old Mrs. Zhao was very comfortable. Suddenly she remembered something and shouted to the east room: "Yanping, come out!"

Zhao Yanping sat under the open window reading a book, and wanted to wait until her hair was dry before going to bed. When he heard his grandmother summoned him, Zhao Yanping put down the book and walked out.

Gillian just lowered her head to serve the old lady.

Old Mrs. Zhao smiled and waved to her grandson: "Gillian's massage skills are really good. She has been pressed by her. You can come and let her pinch it for you."

Gillian looked at Zhao Yanping in surprise.

Zhao Yanping frowned and said, "If you like it, let her continue to press it on you. I am fine, there is no need."

Old Mrs. Zhao stared at her eyes and said, "Nonsense, you were chopping firewood two days ago. It would be strange if you were not tired. If you asked you to come over, you would come over. You are too slow to be tired. Why don't you let Gillian be tired?"

After saying that, Old Mrs. Zhao left the stool, walked over and grabbed her grandson's wrist, and pressed the person in front of Gillian.

"Serve your officials well."

Old Mrs. Zhao said to Jiao meaningfully, then she picked up the comb and went to sit at the door to comb her hair.

She didn't look here, but she was also surveillance. Gillian couldn't help but said to the man's broad shoulders: "Official, then, then I'll start?"

Zhao Yanping said helplessly: "I'm sorry for you."

Gillian smiled and stood behind him, put her hand on his shoulder.

Gillian served the madam and the old lady Zhao. Both of them had narrow shoulders and loose skin. Today was her first time serving a man. She had seen the great ambition of the official. Now she really touched his shoulders. Gillian felt as if she had touched two tight trunks, faintly hot through her thin middle clothes.

The different touch makes Gillian need to use more effort to achieve the effect of massage.

For Zhao Yanping, the two small hands on her shoulders were very soft, like a kitten's paws. Her breathing was getting heavier and heavier, and she could hear that she had used a lot of effort, but Zhao Yanping didn't feel comfortable, but she felt itchy, especially when the breeze blew, and the faint fragrance of her body floated over, as if it was vague, which made Zhao Yanping think of the small bag that was stained with her body temperature.

"Giao, let me hum a little song for your official." Old Mrs. Zhao helped out with another idea.

Zhao Yanping frowned, stopped pinching his shoulders, stood up, looked at the old lady unhappily and said, "I'm at my own home, not in the teahouse to buy singing. What songs do you listen to? You have to listen to yourself."

After saying that, Zhao Yanping left with a sleptus.

Gillian and Mrs. Zhao were both stunned.

After a while, Old Mrs. Zhao looked at Gillian.

Gillian lowered her head and clenched her cuffs nervously.

Old Mrs. Zhao doesn't care about Xiangyu's tricks. When her grandson scolded her, she casually exclaimed her anger on Gillian: "No matter how you serve others, I have to remind me to pinch your shoulders and sing songs. Are you wood? Cui Niang is smarter than you. When the official comes home, she will even surround the official and ask about the case in the county government office and chase the official and talk. What will you do? You are useless to lose your face!"

Before Gillian came, she would hear Mrs. Zhao scold Cui Niang in this tone almost every day, but she didn't expect that it would be her turn in a blink of an eye.

But who is the fault? Old Mrs. Zhao asked her to seduce the official. She didn't do a good job, so Old Mrs. Zhao was naturally unhappy. She and Cui Niang were both servants of the Zhao family, but their uses were different.

"Why are you doing while standing there? When has it been since you went in to serve the official?" Old Mrs. Zhao scolded again.

Gillian hurried in.

In the east room, Zhao Yanping sat by the window. He could hear her grandmother's abuse and frowned.

Seeing Ah Jiao come in, she went directly to the bed, lying with her back to him, and soon her shoulders were thrust up. Zhao Yanping rubbed his forehead, closed the window and inserted the door, and sat down by the bed.

"The old lady is bad-mouthed and not bad-hearted. She vented her anger because I yelled at her. I will forget it tomorrow, don't take it to heart."

Zhao Yanping whispered.

Gillian cried because of Mrs. Zhao scolding her. She knew in her heart that Mrs. Zhao was very simple. Whether she was Cui Niang, she liked you when she was done well. If she couldn't do it well, she would scold her. When she corrected her mistake, Mrs. Zhao quickly recovered her good mood. She was much better than her aunt who disliked her no matter what she did.

But no matter how much she understands, she can't hold on to her face, unlike Cui Niang who is already used to it.

"The old lady asked me to serve the official, but the official did not let me serve him. The old lady would continue to scold me." Gillian took out the bed partition hidden under the pillow and wiped her tears.

Zhao Yanping was silent for a moment, lowered his eyes and said, "It's fine to pinch your shoulders, but singing songs is too despised for you, so I don't want to listen. You are a serious girl, and you can't let the old lady make random arrangements."

He was kind, and Jiao felt even more sore and said, "Only the official treats me as a serious person. Who among the neighbors thinks of me? I don't blame the old lady for commanding me. I just want the old lady to be satisfied and stop scolding me. The official knows that I used to be stuck in my uncle and aunt, and I don't want to go to the official's house and live that kind of life."

Zhao Yanping remembered the abuse and slander of Jin's slander for her.

"I understand." Zhao Yanping whispered, "Don't worry, I will not let you be scolded by the old lady again in the future."

Gillian stopped crying, turned her shoulders, and looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Really?"

The beauty shed tears and was pitiful. Zhao Yanping looked out of the bed and nodded.

Gillian bit her lip and suddenly asked him: "Official, do you think the old lady will eavesdrop on our corners tonight?"

Zhao Yanping's expression froze and nodded again.

Gillian sat up slowly, blushed and discussed with him: "I played a show with the official last night. I will also play it with me tonight, so I will make me atone for the old lady's side, okay?"

Zhao Yanping said unexpectedly: "What do you want?"
Chapter completed!