Jiang Youzhi waved his hand, and after all the maids in the room had exited and the door was closed, he grabbed her hand and said, "Hmm, the maid is also a woman, serving me closely. Aren't you jealous?"
Yun Jiao blinked her eyes, "What's there to be jealous about? Aren't servants just for serving?"
Helping with a cloak shouldn't be an issue, as long as they aren't helping him bathe, Yun Jiao thought she could accept it.
Jiang Youzhi sighed in his heart. He worried she'd be jealous, and he didn't want her to be unhappy in the slightest. He had long decided not to let any other woman get close to him.
But her magnanimity made his heart ache.
He was keenly aware that this only showed he didn't weigh enough in her heart yet.
He sighed helplessly, squeezed Yun Jiao's hand, and pulled her to sit on the couch.
The thick, autumn-colored silk cushion on the Arhat Couch was very comfortable to sit on.
Jiang Youzhi untied the bundle he brought, and inside was a gemstone-encrusted box.
