TSWPF -Chapter 417 Scared to Pee

Li Qingling turned her head and glared at him, then urged him to hurry and get dressed.

What’s with the exhibitionism? He’s the one who’s going to be uncomfortable later.

Liu Zhimou, acting stubbornly, planted a kiss on Li Qingling, lifted her quilt, and crawled entirely under it, wrapping his arms around her.

Li Qingling’s body stiffened, and she lay on her side completely still, afraid of touching him.

“What… are you doing?” How was she supposed to sleep with him holding her like this? “Go put on clothes.”

“I won’t…”

“Go now…”

“No…”

“…”

Li Qingling looked up at him. Before she could say anything, he kissed the corner of her mouth and said that his wife was finally looking him in the eye.

“…”

Li Qingling pushed his head away with her hand and asked if he really didn’t want to put on clothes.

Had he drunk too much? Was he drunk and acting wild with her?

Liu Zhimou nodded vigorously, like pounding rice, and said it was uncomfortable to sleep with clothes on.

Uncomfortable?

He had slept in clothes before. Why didn’t he complain then? And now suddenly it’s uncomfortable tonight?

Li Qingling wanted to roll her eyes so badly. She asked him again, firmly: did he really refuse to wear clothes?

“I won’t…”

Those two words were said with absolute determination, making sure Li Qingling understood his resolve.

She stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and reached out to touch him.

His body stiffened, and his eyes looked at Li Qingling in a surge of emotion. He suppressed his voice and whispered, “Wife.”

Li Qingling raised an eyebrow at him and gave a soft “hmm.”

This was the consequence of him refusing to put on clothes.

“Wife…”

“Hmm…”

“Wife…”

“Fell asleep…”

“…Fell asleep?” Could she answer him even while sleeping? Liu Zhimou buried his head in Li Qingling’s neck. “Uncomfortable.”

“Serves you right…” Li Qingling didn’t feel the slightest bit of sympathy. Who told him to act like an exhibitionist? He needed a little punishment.

Liu Zhimou kissed her neck, mumbling that it was uncomfortable and that his wife was too cruel to torment him like this.

Li Qingling steeled her heart and asked if he still dared to misbehave.

“I won’t, I won’t.” First he agreed to her, then he’d handle his own issues.

“Hmph…” Li Qingling snorted coldly. “I hope you mean it.”

Liu Zhimou nodded eagerly.

Li Qingling took a deep breath, blushing, and reached out to touch him…

After a long while, she helplessly asked, “Is it done yet?”

He suppressed his voice and said, “Almost.”

Almost?

Her hand felt like it was about to give out. Li Qingling gave him a glare but resignedly continued…

Just as she thought her hand would break, it was finally done…

“Thank you for your hard work, wife.” Someone in a good mood kissed her, saying, “Wife, you’re wonderful.”

Flatterer…

Li Qingling was too tired to retort and kicked him gently with her foot, telling him to go put on clothes.

She wasn’t going to do that again.

This time, Liu Zhimou obediently got out of bed, got dressed, and even fetched water to help her wash her hands.

Li Qingling’s face was flushed. After washing her hands, she quickly hid back under the quilt.

Seeing her shy, Liu Zhimou didn’t tease her, fearing that if she got angry from embarrassment, she’d lose these little perks forever.

For the sake of his future perks, he had to endure.

After discarding the water, he returned to bed, pulled her into his embrace, patted her gently on the back, and softly said, “Sleep.”

She gave a soft “hmm,” placed a hand on his body, slowed her breathing, and closed her eyes.

The next morning, Liu Zhimou woke up with a splitting headache. Li Qingling sat on a nearby chair, glanced at him, and asked if he was very uncomfortable.

Liu Zhimou held his head and groaned painfully.

Li Qingling sighed in sympathy and brought him the hangover soup she had prepared early that morning.

He didn’t act spoiled this time and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.

After finishing, he pouted and said he hadn’t washed up yet.

Silly…

Li Qingling, amused by his childish side, smiled and pinched his cheek. “Do you want to get up?”

“Get…”

Since he was awake, it was time to get up!

“Do you want to wear your official robe?”

“Yes…” Liu Zhimou nodded. “Since the Perfect is here, I can’t not wear it.”

Speaking of the Perfect, Li Qingling finally had time to ask about him.

Hearing this, Liu Zhimou couldn’t help laughing and recounted the whole story cheerfully.

At the end, he asked Li Qingling if he was impressive.

Just a few words had brought someone back from going astray.

Li Qingling silently gave him a thumbs-up. He was impressive—she admired him.

Being praised by his wife so early in the morning, Liu Zhimou felt even happier.

He hummed a tune and leisurely got out of bed.

Li Qingling’s smile deepened at his appearance, and she went to call Xichun to bring breakfast.

Once Xichun served breakfast, Liu Zhimou finished washing up and asked if the Perfect was awake.

“He’s not awake yet, sir.”

Liu Zhimou nodded, scooped a bowl of millet porridge, and pushed it toward Li Qingling to drink.

“Xichun, have the kitchen warm up the hangover soup. Once the Perfect and Master wake up, bring it to them.”

After drinking so much, their heads would certainly be pounding. Some soup would ease the pain.

Xichun smiled. “I’ve warmed it; now we just wait for Mr. Luo and the others to wake up.”

“Good, thank you.”

Xichun said it was no trouble and left.

When the master and lady ate together, they didn’t like having anyone standing nearby.

So every time, Xichun would quietly step out, returning only after they finished to clean up.

Just outside, Nianxia walked over with a teasing smile.

“Something good happen? Was it Captain Ling…”

“What are you talking about?” Nianxia glared at Xichun. “You, girl, must be eager to get married! Did your Shi finally propose to you?”

Xichun blushed. She rolled her eyes at Nianxia. “Stop talking nonsense. Nothing like that.”

Getting married… far from it!

“What?” Nianxia frowned, hands on her hips. “Is he going to back out?” If Liu Shi dared to back out, she’d beat him.

“No, you’re just making things up,” Xichun stopped Nianxia from overthinking. “Are you here to see the lady?”

Ah, almost forgot…

Nianxia smacked her own head and hurried inside.

“Ahem… Sir, the Perfect is looking for you.”

Liu Zhimou glanced at Nianxia, swallowed the bun in his mouth, and asked what happened to the Perfect.

If nothing funny had happened, Nianxia wouldn’t be acting like this.

Nianxia couldn’t help but giggle remembering the Perfect’s expression.

“Sir, it’s like this…”

Liu Zhimou: “….”

If you hadn’t been a troublemaker, you wouldn’t be in danger. Why did he go to the backyard after breakfast?

Li Qingling: “….”

Was Ah Huang deliberately trying to scare the Perfect?

She pursed her lips, stifled a laugh, and told Liu Zhimou to check on him—so nothing bad would happen.

Liu Zhimou shook his head helplessly, finished breakfast quickly, reminded Li Qingling of a few things, and slowly went to the flower hall to see the Perfect.

He found the Perfect slumped in a chair, looking like half his life had been sucked out.

Liu Zhimou quickly clenched his fists near his mouth and coughed.

He was terrified of laughing in front of the Perfect.

The Perfect slowly moved his eyes and weakly said, “Lord Liu… why… why did you keep tigers at home without telling me?” He nearly scared him to death.

Liu Zhimou really wasn’t an ordinary person—he had the nerve to keep three tigers at home.

“I didn’t know you’d go to the backyard, Perfect.”

Blame him? Is this his fault?

The Perfect sighed. He had just wanted to walk off his breakfast—who would have thought…

Even now, his heart was still pounding in fear. The tiger’s gaping mouth had genuinely scared him. Just thinking about it made him shiver.

If he hadn’t nearly peed himself, he was lucky.

He shook his head, unwilling to think further.

Liu Zhimou sincerely looked at him. “Perfect, I apologize on their behalf. Sorry to have scared you.” He paused, then added, “My tigers won’t bite. You don’t need to be afraid.” He poured a cup of tea for the Perfect as a peace offering.

The Perfect drank the tea, sat upright, and solemnly said, “Lord Liu, tigers are beasts. It’s better not to keep them—what if something happens?” He truly didn’t understand Liu Zhimou’s thinking. “If they go wild, the consequences would be disastrous.”

Liu Zhimou knew the Perfect meant well, so he wasn’t angry. He casually explained how Ah Huang and the others came to be.

After listening, the Perfect was silent for a long while, then asked, “Your tigers didn’t scare me on purpose, did they?”

Since the tigers understood humans, it was quite possible.

Liu Zhimou pressed his lips together, suppressing a laugh, and said solemnly, “They probably saw you as a stranger, Perfect. Don’t worry—they know you’re not bad now, so it won’t happen again.” Ah Huang was too mischievous and had really scared him.

The Perfect eyed him suspiciously. “Really?” He was a bit doubtful.

Liu Zhimou looked completely sincere and nodded.

“In that case, I’ll go meet the tigers again.”

“…Typical. If you don’t make trouble, you won’t die.” Liu Zhimou was speechless.

He stood and gestured for the Perfect to go ahead.

If he wanted to get tortured, Liu Zhimou wasn’t going to stop him.

The Perfect took another sip of tea to bolster his courage, then stood and headed to the backyard.

In the backyard, the three tigers were basking in the sun. They glanced at Liu Zhimou, then lowered their eyelids.

Diandian, however, excitedly ran over and howled at Liu Zhimou.

Liu Zhimou bent down and patted Diandian’s little head, introducing him to the Perfect.

The Perfect complimented Diandian’s fur.

Diandian glanced at the Perfect with disdain, then ran back to lie next to its mother.

The Perfect: “….”

He looked at Diandian, then at Liu Zhimou, and silently asked if he had been disrespected.