Saving the Second Male Lead: What to Do When You Enter a Domineering Boss's Novel

Seeing that his face looked a little gloomy, Qiaosha thought he was in a bad mood because his mood was ruined, so she pushed him away and went to the bathroom.

The next second, Nangong Xianyue kissed her on the forehead, "Does it hurt? I'll carry you to change clothes."

He just cursed in his heart because this was the first time Joeysa responded to him.

He saw hope for them to get back together and thought they would develop a closer relationship, but something unexpected happened, which would have disappointed anyone.

But soon he thought, there is still a long way to go.

She was stunned for a moment, and felt a sinking feeling in her abdomen. "No, I can go by myself."

The beautiful scene just now kept appearing in her mind, and she felt a little uncomfortable.

After Nangong Xianyue pressed the landline to have someone come in to change the bedding, he picked her up and walked into the bathroom. After putting her on the chair, he ran the water and tested the water temperature.

"Undress."

She was still wearing her nightgown, and was a little confused after hearing Nangong Xianyue's words, "You'll wash me?"

"What? There's a problem."

"No, I can do it myself."

"Do you want me to take it off for you?" He said and raised his hand to take off her shoulder straps.

"Really, no need! I can do it myself." Qiaoisha covered her clothes tightly and looked up at him.

"It's just a shower, what are you afraid of? I've seen everything I need to see these days."

Qiaosha's pants have been sticky and uncomfortable since just now. Thinking about how they almost did that thing just now, what's wrong with taking a shower together now?

He gritted his teeth and reached out to turn off the light, but the room was not completely dark. The light from the room shone through the crack in the door, and he could vaguely see some outlines.

"If you insist on serving me, then this is the only way." She took a deep breath and took off all her clothes in one go.

A chuckle came from the darkness, "Okay."

Originally, she thought Nangong Xianyue would take the opportunity to take advantage of her, but he really just washed her hair and gave her a bath. Although he inevitably touched some private areas, he did not linger for too long.

She sat and he stood, with the warm water flowing over their heads.

His technique was surprisingly skillful, and he occasionally massaged some acupuncture points on her head, shoulders, neck and back, allowing her to completely relax.

At the same time, she was thinking that since he was so skilled, he must have done this many times on other women.

But, so what? Why did she worry about it?

An hour later, Nangong Xianyue wrapped her in a large bath towel, carried her back to the bed, and went to the cloakroom to get her new underwear and nightgown.

He even helped her put on a sanitary napkin and handed it to her.

The whole process was skillful, thoughtful and careful.

"Put it on and I'll blow dry your hair."

"Thank you," Qiao Yisha couldn't help but ask tentatively while putting on her clothes under the quilt, "You seem to be quite experienced in taking care of girls?"

In fact, she knew without asking that all his experience must have come from that so-called "beautiful, powerful and omnipotent" woman.

"As long as you put your heart into taking care of people, you can do a good job without any experience." He said as he put on his bathrobe, then looked at her and raised his eyebrows, "Are you satisfied with my service, my little princess?"

She put on her clothes, got out of bed, sat in front of the dressing table, and smoothed her half-wet curly hair: "Just barely passed."

Nangong Xianyue ran his fingertips through her golden brown hair. He didn't think about why her hair looked different this time. He just enjoyed the time he had taking care of her.

In a trance, he thought of the time when she was seriously ill in Firth Gardens and could no longer take care of herself. He learned how to bathe and massage, doing those things day after day, but he didn't feel tired at all. He just wanted those days to last longer, longer...

Unfortunately, things did not go as planned. No matter how carefully he took care of her, she could not resist the power of death and he lost her again.

Fortunately, he waited until she came back, and he could take care of her, coax her, accompany her, and tease her like before...

After blow-drying her hair, he combed it gently. Joysa looked at him in the mirror. His narrow eyes were full of tenderness and affection. He treated her hair as if it were some rare treasure.

She lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him, trying to calm her restless heart.

Suddenly, a sigh came from her ear. He leaned over and hugged her from behind, "Little Issa, please don't leave me again, okay?"

Her amber pupils trembled. Did he... know that she wanted to leave?

But why did he say goodbye? She had no idea.

Qiao Yisha's eyes wandered, avoiding the topic, and she stood up and said, "Well, I'm a little hungry. How about asking someone to bring some food?"

"No, there are fresh ingredients in the fridge, I'll make it."

"You can cook?" she was a little surprised.

"Of course, what man can't cook nowadays?"

"No, that's too much trouble. Just have someone bring it in, or go out for dinner."

"No trouble, it'll be quick. How about steak?" Nangong Xianyue asked her as they walked to the corner.

"it is good."

She walked to the living room in slippers, and through a glass wall she saw the tall and thin figure in the kitchen. Nangong Xianyue was wearing a nightgown with a brown band tied around her chest. She was frying steak skillfully, and the veins on her arms were very obvious when she raised her hands.

The ends of his hair always hang down on his neck, sometimes curly, sometimes straight, depending on the clothing and occasion. He pays more attention to his appearance than celebrities, but no matter what, he is always luxurious, elegant, and bright and beautiful, even when he is wearing an apron while frying steak.

Feeling the gazes falling on him, he turned around and met the eyes of Joysa, who was sitting at the dining table looking at him.

It doesn't take long to fry the steak. Soon, Nangong Xianyue brought out two plates. Each plate contained steak that was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, and some vegetables on top. It looked very appetizing. Originally, Qiao Yisha just wanted to change the subject, but now she was really hungry.

"It looks good." Joysa took the knife and fork he handed over.

"Try it, you'll definitely like it." He took off his apron and sat down beside her, looking at her with a smile on his face.

Qiao Yisha forked a piece and put it in her mouth. The aroma of meat immediately filled her mouth and her appetite was aroused. It was no worse than what the chef in the palace made. She gave a thumbs up and said, "Mmmm, it's delicious. That's amazing. I can't even cook."

Of course she can't cook. She tried to learn it before but just couldn't master it. However, she has a talent for fighting and the intrigues of the rich.

But this time, he was determined not to let her get in touch with those things, no matter whether she could remember the past or not, this time, he just wanted her to be a simple and happy girl.

Nangong Xianyue narrowed her eyes and smiled, "It doesn't matter if you don't know how to cook. We have many cooks in our family, and there's also me. You don't need to know how to cook anything. You just need to enjoy yourself."

Joysa listened to this as if they had already decided to get married and spend their lives together. What a selfish and naive idea. She smiled and continued eating her steak.

Nangong Xianyue learned to cook when Qiao Yisa was sick and had no appetite. She vomited everything she ate. He was anxious and heartbroken when he saw it, but he didn't know what to do.

In order to get her to eat more, he learned to cook. I don't know if it was because of Joeysa's psychological effect, but it actually worked. Although the effect was minimal, he still cooked in different ways every day. Before that, he had never entered the kitchen.