Elizabeth was pushed aside by him, but she was not angry either. She continued to wipe her hair and looked at Ares.
Seeing him opening the wound on his thigh and letting bright red blood flow out from the wound, she couldn't help but feel a little tight in her heart and felt that her flesh was also hurting.
Ares didn't look at her, raised his hand to pick up the wooden bowl, and poured the bugs onto the wound. At the same time, Elizabeth's face immediately turned pale. She stopped wiping her head and the clothes slipped off her head.
Ares stretched out his hand in the air to catch the clothes that were about to fall to the ground, and then poked the small insects with a small wooden stick, gathering them all into the ferocious scars.
Elizabeth was next to her. She had goosebumps all over her body. Her skin color was a bit paler than usual. The tense expression on her face easily showed her discomfort.
Ares felt her move back slightly, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly raised his arm, saying in a dull voice: "Are you afraid of bugs? But this arm was also crawled by bugs."
Elizabeth watched him raise the arm she had just kissed, her face stiffened and she almost jumped up, but her sense of reason was still there. Looking at the dried blood stains on her arm, she frowned fiercely: "I don't believe it, you are lying."
She was not stupid, she knew that these bugs were used to clean the carrion and prevent inflammation, so when they were put in, he needed to peel off the scabs on the wounds, but the scabs on the arms were still intact.
Seeing that she wasn't fooled, Ares didn't say anything. He just raised his hand and rubbed the broken eyebrow, then turned to look at the wound intently.
Elizabeth gritted her teeth and watched the bugs crawling and gnawing in the wound like a self-torture. She just felt that she would have a nightmare today. Soon the insects finished eating the carrion, and Ares picked them out one by one and put them into a wooden bowl. He picked up the cloth and lowered his head to bandage the wound.
Elizabeth watched from the side and saw that he had finally wrapped it up and said, "Throw the bugs out."
Ares ignored her.
Elizabeth raised her hand and grabbed his thick arm: "Hurry up, throw it out quickly, what if they crawl up and get into my nose when I sleep at night?"
Elizabeth frowned and threatened him: "If it really happened, even if I die, you won't be able to escape!"
Ares was stunned and turned to look at her, seeing her frowning and staring at the bugs in the wooden bowl, with a hint of suspicion flashing in her dark green eyes.
Does she really plan to sleep here?
Seeing that he was motionless, Elizabeth pushed hard again: "Hurry up, hurry up, If you don't go, I will definitely whip you."
The tone was still as mean and domineering as ever, but Ares unexpectedly heard a hint of girlish coquettishness. He blinked and stood up slowly: "I don't believe it."
But even though he said this, he still bent down to pick up the bowl and threw out the bugs that Bart had been looking for all afternoon.
"The bowl, the bowl needs to be thrown away too," Elizabeth shouted standing on the bed.
Ares didn't do as he was told. He put the bowl in a corner and walked to the basin to wash away the blood on his body with water.
Elizabeth wasn't angry when he didn't do it. After all, being able to throw away the bugs was great for her. She raised her hand and touched the goosebumps all over her body, and then turned to Ares's clothes.
She had just been caught in the rain outside and was highly nervous when she got inside. Now she felt a little cold.
In this era, any minor illness might kill her. Elizabeth did not dare to be careless, so she rummaged through the few remaining clothes of the man and found a slightly longer top.
She held it up to the light to compare the sizes. When she was hesitant, Ares came over and took the clothes away from her: "This is Bart's."
Ares bent down and picked up one of the only two pieces of clothing. He frowned and asked her, "Where are you wiping again?"
Elizabeth didn't say where to wipe it, she just reached out and took the clothes and put them on herself. Then, regardless of whether he was watching or not, she reached out from the clothes and took off her wet skirt, without covering it at all, and then put Ares' clothes on directly.
Ares's body tensed and he squinted at his clothes, which were so big that they could be used as her skirts. He seemed to have some strange emotions in his heart.
But Elizabeth didn't pay attention to his emotions. Instead, she handed him the removed dress and said matter-of-factly: "Help me dry it, or else I won't have anything to wear when I go home tomorrow."
Ares lowered his eyes and glanced at the clothes and then at her face. He raised his eyebrows and just stared at her without taking any action.
Seeing this, Elizabeth rolled up the clothes and tried to twist them with both hands. She found that it was a bit difficult for her and could easily hurt the wounds on her palms, so she simply gave up and threw it directly to the end of the bed.
Ares looked at her with his eyes lowered and his chest raised, his eyebrows raised high. Elizabeth didn't care at all, she waved and patted the bed, with a smile on her face: "Come here, you can sleep outside, and I'll sleep inside.
Ares squinted his eyes and twitched the corners of his mouth, took off his shoes, and lay on the bed.
Elizabeth looked at his eyes under the light, feeling that this day was absurd, and knew that he must also feel absurd, but what did it matter, he would get used to her.
Elizabeth held up her arms, reached over his head, blew out the candle, and then lay back on the bed, covering the two of them with a thin quilt.
In the darkness, all the senses became infinitely sensitive, and the sounds of light and heavy breathing slowly overlapped.
After a while of silence, Elizabeth's muffled voice came: "Why don't you have any pillows on your bed ?"
Ares said nothing and was about to close his eyes when he suddenly felt a warm and petite body next to him.
His arm was pulled away, and the petite and soft girl slowly moved into his arm, resting her still-wet head on his chest, and placed a soft and delicate arm lightly on his abdomen.
When his wound was touched, there were bursts of stinging pain, but it was not as strong as the strange feeling he felt when she leaned against him at the moment.
He took a deep breath and exhaled it suppressed.
The soft fingertips gently tapped on the abdomen, one after another in a regular rhythm, but slowly the speed increased.
"Listen, it's your heartbeat." The girl's soft voice came from his chest.
"If you move again, I'll throw you out." The man's voice sounded cold and low.
Elizabeth stopped her movements and seemed to have restrained herself, only gently hugging his waist, and lying quietly against his chest, as if she was falling asleep.
There was no movement in the room for a long time, and just when Ares thought she might fall asleep, a soft and sleepy voice came from his chest: "Ares, do you want to kiss me?"
Ares's eyes opened almost instantly. He squinted at the dim roof without responding.
But the girl seemed to just mention it casually. When no one responded, she relaxed her breathing and fell asleep slowly.
She slept soundly, but Ares couldn't sleep. He stared at the dim roof, listening to the faint sound of rain outside. Finally, in the second half of the night, he couldn't hold it back. He reached out and squeezed her gently, his fingertips on her soft waist.
Early morning of the second day
When Elizabeth was sleeping soundly in the warm quilt, the sound of the system thundering sounded in her ears.
[Master, there is a new mission]
Elizabeth was startled, and her calves trembled before she opened her eyes: "What?"
[ As the Lord returned home, a grand banquet was held at the manor. However, Elizabeth was very displeased when she saw that Tristan had abandoned his former dance partner and appeared with his fiancée. Before the party started, she threatened the male protagonist to carry Tristan's fiancée out of the castle. After the dance, Tristan's fiancée appeared in the castle in a panic and she asked the great lord to seek justice for herself and punish the mastermind behind all these things, but Elizabeth pushed all these things to Ares. Elizabeth knew that he would be severely punished, but she still watched indifferently and allowed the Ares to be whipped in public. ]
[Please do not destroy the character set, otherwise, the system will take control of your body, complete the task at this stage, and punish the master. ]
Listening to the words in her head, Elizabeth woke up instantly. She frowned and looked up to find Ares looking down at her.
Elizabeth's heart tightened, and she doubted whether she had just spoken out what was on her mind.
Ares lowered his eyes and looked at the person lying on his chest. He was silent for a moment. Seeing that she didn't say anything, she only looked at him with wide eyes. He raised his eyebrows slightly, remembering what he had done last night.
He suddenly stood up and sat up. Elizabeth was still leaning against him. As soon as he stood up, she fell down.
She glanced at him dissatisfied. She wanted to say something, but she fell silent again when she remembered what she was going to do next.
She lay back on the quilt and rubbed her face against the thin but warm quilt. She didn't want to get up and face the fact, so she just sunk her whole face into the quilt, hoping to escape the messy plot.
Ares put on his shoes and turned around to see this scene. The girl was wearing ill-fitting clothes and huddled up on his quilt, burying her face deeply into the quilt, her slightly curly hair hanging loose. Snow-white legs were looming under the loose clothes. Elizabeth curled up and clamped the quilt crookedly, she was making a mess as if she were on her bed.
Ares lowered his eyes and felt that the scene in front of him had a strange sense of intimacy. But after a moment, he moved his ears and lowered his arms that were holding his chest. He strode to the bedside and stretched out his hands, he grabbed her armpits with both hands and lifted her from the bed, treating her like a child.
Elizabeth was stunned for a moment, looked down at him, and said with a soft and greasy tone as if she had just woken up from sleep: "What's wrong?"
Ares paused, looked up at her unusually petite face hidden by her disheveled hair, and rarely remained silent. He handed her the clothes hanging next to him and said softly: "Bart is back."
"Ah?" Elizabeth was stunned, hurriedly put on her clothes, threw his clothes back into his hands, and then hurriedly sat down and bent over to put on her shoes.
But her shoes were soaked by the rain last night, and now they looked dirty and wet. She frowned, stretched out her feet from the bed retracted them, and looked up at Ares: " So dirty!"
Ares raised his brows, walked to the sacks piled in the corner took out something, walked to the bed, and bent down to put it on Elizabeth.
Elizabeth lowered her head and saw that they were a pair of black cloth shoes. They looked very old, and the stitching was torn in some places, but they were clean anyway. Elizabeth remained silent and allowed him to put on her ill-fitting shoes, and then he sent her out the door.
She felt that the two of them were as guilty as thieves, but she was a little embarrassed if his brother caught the thing that she slept with Ares last night, so she left in a hurry.
she has to go home and think about how to solve this plot ...