I became the God Brother of the Regent King after Transmigration!-Chapter 284 - 210: Inappropriate

"Don’t shout nonsense," Rong Heng said softly.

Gu Lan blinked, "Oh, Brother Zichan still knows how to be shy?"

Rong Heng said with a calm face, "Then just keep calling, it’s fine."

Her voice was pleasant, clear and soft, making people feel joyful just hearing it.

Gu Lan: "..."

Fine, he could tolerate it but he couldn’t!

"Shopkeeper, do you have any softer saddles here? Our saddles are worn hard from the long journey," Gu Lan asked again.

"We actually have a few sets. This is the territory of Tongzhou, where quality leather is produced. Sir, please see how this set is."

The shopkeeper hurriedly took out two well-crafted saddles.

Gu Lan took the newly purchased saddle out of the inn and put it on Hong, gently brushing its mane, "Hold on a little longer, we’ll reach the Southern Border soon."

Rong Heng also put a new saddle on Mo Feng, patting its large head and shifting his gaze to Gu Lan’s legs, "Does it hurt?"

His own legs were chafed by the saddle, let alone Gu, who was pampered from a young age.

Rong Heng admired that Gu Lan had not complained once about being tired these past few days.

Gu Lan was indifferent, "It’s okay, my skin is tender, started chafing on the second day, but it’s the seventh day today, doesn’t hurt anymore."

To her, this wasn’t even considered an injury, just that her body is relatively delicate.

Her previous injuries were always severe, like broken arms or legs.

Rong Heng suddenly frowned, "If the saddle’s chafing your legs, why didn’t you tell me earlier?"

Gu Lan asked, puzzled, "Why should I tell you?"

Rong Heng looked at her deeply, his tone unexpectedly patient, "Gu Lan, we’re people who can share each other’s burdens. For any issues, I’m willing to help, not to mention, I’m a doctor, and can treat external injuries."

He retrieved a salve from his bag, "Remember to apply the ointment, and you’re not allowed to eat roasted chicken today, we’ll have rice porridge."

"I know," Gu Lan had an indescribable feeling in her heart upon hearing his first few words.

She had never talked about her wounds, nor knew when to rely on friends and trust family.

Actually, Rong Heng was the same kind of person.

Yet, he was teaching her to learn to rely on him. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

But...

"Who’s going to drink rice porridge!"

"Gentlemen, the hot water for bathing is ready," the shop boy said walking over.

Upon hearing about the bath water, Gu Lan’s eyes lit up, planning to return to the room for a good night’s rest.

"Wait a moment," Rong Heng suddenly grabbed her wrist.

Gu Lan’s bright eyes beamed, smiling brightly, "What’s wrong Brother Hang, do you want me to scrub your back? It’s not impossible, but you’ll have to wait until I finish washing."

"Can you apply the medicine yourself?" Rong Heng didn’t banter with her, his gaze shifting downward.

Gu Lan’s hips felt a chill, and she replied firmly, "Yes, of course, I can, besides, I’ve already developed a callus, it’s actually fine long ago..."

"If it’s inconvenient, just call me, I’ll help you." Rong Heng raised the corners of his lips, patting her shoulder with a bit of youthful teasing.

Gu Lan’s face flushed red, her mind suddenly filled with a bunch of chaotic and bizarre images.

"Rong Heng, you’re becoming mischievous!" Gu Lan growled softly.

Rong Heng patted Gu Lan’s hair, "I’m not ashamed to treat injuries."

Gu Lan covered her head, "Stop it, I need to grow taller."

Rong Heng held back his laughter, "Alright, you are the tallest man in the Capital City, standing at eight feet."

Gu Lan was very satisfied with his cooperation.

The shop boy led them into the room.

The room was quite spacious. Gu Lan glanced at the bed immediately, finding that its size was enough for her, Rong Heng, and even adding Su Zixiao in the middle would be more than sufficient, and she felt relieved.

"If there’s anything else you need, call for me anytime, I’m leaving now," said the shop boy as he closed the door behind them.

It was already late, and a lamp was lit inside the room.

Gu Lan said, "I’ll go bathe first, you tidy up in here."

She put down her backpack and weapons, heading into the bathroom first.

After confirming Rong Heng was seated at the desk beside the window, Gu Lan undressed, sank into the bathtub, and exhaled comfortably.

Relieved.

Of course, only relieved for less than half a two-hour.

After a simple bath, Gu Lan dressed, buckled her belt, tidied everything up, tied her wet hair, before walking out.

Luckily, nothing like a man intruding the bathroom happened today.

Rong Heng was silently learning a novel, and upon hearing footsteps, he looked up.

Gu Lan’s hair was still wet, and the fragments on her forehead dripped water, trickling down into her neckline and soaking the collar at the back of her neck.

She was wearing clean white inner clothing, her obsidian-bright eyes moist, looking more pure and harmless.

The inner clothing’s collar was open slightly, exposing a sliver of slender collarbone, which seemed to faintly blush pink after the bath.

Rong Heng stared for two seconds before suddenly lowering his eyes and shifting his gaze.

His expression was as indifferent as ever, with only the roots of his ears silently turning red, clutching the pages tighter, his Adam’s apple moving slightly.

Gu Lan looked appetizingly clean after the wash.

"I’ll have the shop change the water," Gu Lan was holding a towel, casually drying her hair and walking toward the door, "You go in to wash."

She was about to open the door when Rong Heng suddenly stood up, stepped broadly, and pulled her arm.

"Wait!"

"Huh?" Gu Lan asked puzzled, "Is there something wrong?"

She turned back, bumping into Rong Heng’s chest.

He quickly enclosed her in his arms and pressed her against the door panel, his voice low:

"This way, it’s inappropriate."

"I—"

She instinctively glanced at her chest, damn, there’s nothing there, it startled her, thinking Rong Heng saw something.

Young Master Gu then boldly straightened her chest and smiled, "Brother Hang, never seen chest muscles?"

Rong Heng: "..."

He looked at her, leaning closer until their noses almost touched, whispered, "No."

In her clear pupils, Rong Heng saw his own face.

He raised a hand, helping Gu Lan cover her neckline.

His fingertips gently slid across her long neck, like a feather, light and soft.

Gu Lan inadvertently shivered, feeling his fingers cool.

Rong Heng lowered his voice, a hint of suggestion in his words, the cold voice of a young man mixed with three degrees of warmth, said:

"Come on, call Brother Zichan again, let me hear."

He felt, the light, sweet scent on Gu Lan after her bath had infused into his breath.

Like Osmanthus cake.

Gu Lan was silent for three seconds, then extended an index finger, shoving Rong Heng aside, "Hehe, thinking you can take advantage of me, you think I’m stupid, might as well call me brother, you call me—"

"Don’t say dad."

Rong Heng released her, trying to calm his emotions, gazed deeply at her, his eyes dangerous yet passionate.

Gu Lan suddenly understood the emotions in his eyes, feeling a bit intimidated, instinctively sat back on the couch, hands on her knees, sitting obediently like a schoolgirl.

Rong Heng curved his lips, walked out to have the shop change the water.