Douluo: This Legend of the Dragon King is not quite right

Seeing her embarrassed appearance, Lu Jun's previous fatigue seemed to dissipate, and his mischievous thoughts arose again.

He deliberately drawled out his words and chuckled:
"Secretary Wu, as the saying goes, when there's work to be done, the secretary does it; when there's nothing to do, there's nothing to do... cough cough."

He cleared his throat, not saying the second half of the sentence, but the meaning was already obvious.

"Look, I can move my hands and feet, but I'm weak all over. Taking a bath is a big undertaking... Could you help me?"

Wu Siduo blushed deeply at his blunt and teasing words. She huffed in embarrassment and stood up, hands on her hips.

"How old are you! You have hands and feet, and you still have the energy to talk nonsense, why do you need me to wash for you?"

"Now that you're so energetic, I should go back to help Sister Di Yue."

"She has just taken over the power of the plane's ruler, and there are many things that are not going smoothly. She needs manpower."

As she spoke, she made a move to turn and leave.

"Hey, hey, don't go!" Lu Jun quickly called out to her, his tone tinged with a pitiful glint. "You're really... so heartless. I've been working myself to the bone for the future of the mainland..."

Wu Siduo stopped in her tracks, turned her back to him, and her shoulders swayed slightly.

Suddenly, she turned around abruptly, took a few steps back to the bedside, and before Lu Jun could react, she leaned down, cupped his face in her hands, and, with a hint of shyness, pressed her lips to his.

Lu Jun was slightly taken aback.

Her kiss was a little awkward at first, but it was hot and sweet, with the unique scent of a young girl.

Her eyes were closed, her eyelashes trembling slightly, as if she had mustered all her courage.

The kiss lasted a long time, until both of them were a little out of breath. Wu Siduo then pulled away slightly, her cheeks flushed red, her eyes glistening with tears and a hint of dazedness.

She was slightly out of breath, pressing her forehead against Lu Jun's, her voice soft and sweet, with a hint of coquetry:
"Lu Jun~ Does Sister Di Yue really need me?"

"Look, there are two older sisters and that Tang Wutong in the family."

She glanced furtively towards the door.

"With so many people watching you, it won't hurt for me to be distracted and take care of you, right?"

Her warm breath brushed against Lu Jun's face, carrying an alluring fragrance, and her soft, pleading manner was enough to soften the heart of even the most hardened person.

Looking at her delicate face so close to his, feeling the lingering softness of her lips and the current intimacy and dependence, Lu Jun couldn't bring himself to object. He could only smile helplessly, shake his head, and reach out to ruffle her smooth, long, brownish-red hair.
"Alright, alright, you're right. I'm not a three-year-old who can't take care of myself. Go help Di Yue, business is more important. I can handle it myself."

Wu Siduo's eyes lit up, and a bright smile bloomed on her face. She quickly leaned in and gave him a quick, crisp kiss on the lips.

"Then I'm really leaving!"

As she spoke, she didn't get up immediately. Instead, she leaned forward and snuggled into Lu Jun's arms, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face in his neck and shoulders, greedily breathing in his familiar scent, and holding him tightly for a while.

After hugging him enough, she reluctantly let go, stood up, and then suddenly tiptoed to Lu Jun's ear, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear, with a hint of shyness and teasing, "You rest well... I'll help Sister Di Yue finish things over there as soon as possible and come back early... I'll give you a surprise then."

She spoke the last two words softly and intimately, her warm breath brushing against Lu Jun's earlobe, bringing a tingling, itchy sensation.

Lu Jun's heart fluttered slightly at her relentless advances, and he patted her on the back with a smile:
"Go on, be careful on the road."

Wu Siduo smiled sweetly, quickly pecked him on the lips, then turned around and left the room with light steps, making sure to close the door gently before leaving.

The room fell silent, leaving only Lu Jun alone.

The air still seemed to retain the girl's fragrance and the warmth of their recent intimacy.

He sat on the edge of the bed, savoring the lingering kiss and Wu Siduo's last suggestive words, shaking his head and chuckling, as if his fatigue had been somewhat relieved.

After resting for a while, he propped himself up, took clean clothes from the wardrobe, and went into the bathroom attached to the room.

Warm water flowed slowly down her hair, neck, and shoulders, carrying metallic dust and solidified fatigue, merging into the vortex of the bathtub.

The rising white steam filled the not-so-spacious bathroom, casting a hazy veil over the gleaming mirror and blurring the slightly weary figure reflected in it.

The muscle fibers, which had been taut for a full seventy-two hours, finally relaxed inch by inch under the gentle caress of the hot water and the self-regulating power of the soul. The soreness and weakness that emanated from deep within the bones were gradually replaced by a warm and comfortable feeling.

He closed his eyes, letting his soul power flow gently through his limbs and bones like a living stream, blending with the hot water. This precisely dissolved the minor, hidden injuries in his overworked areas without disturbing the pure physical relaxation and comfort.

This is his unique, efficient, and luxurious way of resting after he has reached the pinnacle of his cultivation.

About half an hour later, the sound of water in the bathtub stopped.

Lu Jun dried himself with a soft bath towel, changed into clean and comfortable light gray loungewear, and walked out of the bathroom, carrying a refreshing scent of water vapor and a faint fragrance of soap.

He paused in the hallway, his gaze drifting towards the living room. After a moment's thought, he walked over anyway.

Only a few wall lamps were turned on in the living room, providing soft, non-glaring light and creating a tranquil and comfortable atmosphere.

Hyotei and Yuki-tei sat side by side on the sofa. Both of them had changed out of their usual slightly aloof dresses and were wearing simple and soft light-colored home clothes. Their long hair was also casually tied up, revealing their slender and graceful necks. They had lost some of the aloofness of the Soul Lords and gained more of the gentleness and leisure of home.

On the glass coffee table in front of them was a set of plain white teaware. A cup of clear tea was steaming with wisps of white mist, and the aroma of the tea was refreshing. It was obviously freshly brewed and specially prepared for him.

Tang Wutong, on the other hand, sat alone on a single sofa to the side.

She was still wearing that moon-white long dress, her back straight, her hands neatly placed on her knees, her pink-blue eyes lowered, staring at the pattern on the carpet. She looked unusually reserved, her delicate body even a little stiff, as if she were in a dragon's den, completely out of place in this warm and relaxing environment, exuding a strong sense of unease.

"finished Wash?"

Hyotei looked up at the sound, her gaze lingering on him for a moment before settling on his face, which had regained some color. Her tone was calm, yet carried a hint of barely perceptible concern.

"He looks much better than he did before, all half-dead." (End of Chapter)