Shen Heng finally softened his heart towards her. He suppressed the inexplicable anxiety in his heart and sat down next to Ye Qingwan. He lifted her up and took her into his arms, patting her trembling back gently.

Shen Heng's voice was hoarse and hoarse: "Okay, it doesn't hurt anymore. It doesn't hurt anymore, I'm here."

He was always cruel to her.

But that may not be the case for Ye Qingwan at this moment.

However, in her dream, she could not hear the warm and comforting voice of His Royal Highness, who usually had a cold face and refused to be seen thousands of miles away, as he lowered his body and unconsciously brought the actions in the dream to the outside of the dream -

She raised her head and bit Shen Heng's shoulder.

"you!"

Shen Heng groaned, and his eyes widened with trembling eyes. The dark eyes were almost confused, shocked, angry, and even horrified.

For the first time, the handsome face that was usually only indifferent and violent had a different expression, and all the frost between his eyebrows melted away.

In her sleep, Ye Qingwan still didn't realize her dangerous situation. She suddenly opened her mouth and gasped until her head fell weakly from his shoulder.

Shen Heng subconsciously raised his hand to catch it, but was caught off guard by a pair of steamy peach blossom eyes.

Half-open, seemingly awake but not awake.

The faint fragrance of the girl lingered on the tip of his nose, and Shen Heng's fair neck turned red. He gritted his teeth and breathed heavily, as if he was trying to suppress something in his body that could explode at any time. He was so excited that he didn't notice at all that a pair of slender hands were slowly approaching his neck.

Those hands were like a poisonous snake suddenly crawling out of the dead night, spitting out snake letters and slowly wrapping around the prey that had nowhere to escape.

The cold fingertips touched the hot skin and spread all over the body in an instant, but then burned violently again in an instant.

Before Shen Heng could react, warm lips had already covered him, carefully and jerkily, gently turning on his soft and cold lips, as if he was trying to please him, but also as if he was begging for mercy.

I can't hold it any longer, I can't hold it any longer,

The last bit of siege in my heart suddenly collapsed.

No longer able to think, no longer afraid, the remaining rationality in the dark and deep eyes completely collapsed, and Shen Heng's long-suppressed emotions suddenly broke out at this moment.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he suddenly grabbed the back of Ye Qingwan's head and responded harshly, aggravating the kiss initiated by Ye Qingwan.

Ye Qingwan's almost broken whispers were like the most deadly entanglement at this moment, making Shen Heng even more unable to control himself.

His kiss was too forceful, like a person who has been walking in the desert for several days and is about to die of thirst. He got a handful of nectar and desperately grabbed the sweetness in it.

He is not a gentleman to begin with, and he is not as noble and cold as others think. He was once a dirty beast rolling in the mud, with both animal nature and human desires. Now he thinks about it day and night. How could people just look away and watch.

What finally made Shen Heng stop was the drop after drop of coolness, but it made him suddenly open his eyes as if he had been burned. It turned out that those beautiful eyes had closed again at some point, and Ruo Dieyi's The eyelashes are already moist, and the clear tears continue to seep out, sliding to the slightly raised eyelashes or the face, and then slide down.

Fall into the mouth.

so bitter.

Shen Heng was stunned for a moment, and he loosened his hold on Ye Qingwan at a loss. The man in his sleep suddenly tightened his grip on his robe and leaned into his arms. He was sobbing softly and seemed to be crying in his mouth. He muttered something under his breath.

He lowered his head and put his head close to her, and then he heard what she was saying clearly.

It's an apology that's almost desperate -

"sorry."

Even though she was still in her dream, Ye Qingwan still couldn't control herself when she started crying.

"I'm sorry Shen Heng, I'm sorry"

The tears that kept rolling down his face were like a basin of cold water, completely extinguishing all Shen Heng's thoughts.

He was completely stunned.

Why did Ye Qingwan say she was sorry to him?

What on earth was she dreaming about?

Outside the tent, in a remote, damp and dark place, Jiang Shuo strangled Ji Yuanhua by the neck and pushed him to the ground. His eyes were like daggers, and his words were threatening: "Tell me, who do you belong to?"

Ji Yuanhua, who was being strangled by the neck, opened his eyes slightly, his face flushed red due to lack of oxygen. He gritted his teeth and looked away, as if he would rather die than surrender.

"You're quite brave," Jiang Shuo increased his strength on his hands and spat out two playful but murderous words from his thin lips, "Don't tell me?"

Ji Yuanhua turned a deaf ear.

Jiang Shuo wasn't annoyed at all. He let go of his hand and switched to his legs, stepping on his chest to prevent him from escaping. Then he took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms, poured two black pills out of it, and then squeezed it with his hands. Holding his jaw, Ji Yuanhua opened his mouth with a little force. After putting the medicine in, he retracted his legs and looked at him condescendingly with his hands raised.

Ji Yuanhua coughed twice, and then tried to use his hands to take out the two pills that Jiang Shuo had just fed. Just as he put his hand into his mouth, he suddenly heard Jiang Shuo laughing sadly.

"It's useless, idiot." Jiang Shuo glanced at him: "The medicine will melt immediately after entering the mouth."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ji Yuanhua's pupils suddenly shrank, and the internal organs in his body continued to feel the pain of being shattered. The pain was so severe that Mr. Ji, who had always been calm and calm, was now holding his stomach and rolling.

With a sneer on his lips, Jiang Shuo said solemnly: "If there is no antidote, you will die suddenly in an hour."

Ji Yuanhua stopped rolling and lay on the ground with his fingers embedded in the black mud. He endured great pain and raised his head with difficulty to look at Jiang Shuo.

Jiang Shuo squatted down and looked at him with a smile: "After all, who do you belong to? Are you from the emperor or that guy from Mingzhao?"

Hearing this, Ji Yuanhua's eyes flashed slightly and he gritted his teeth and said: "Mingzhao."

Jiang Shuo looked at him coldly, grabbed a piece of his hair with one hand, pulled it over hard, and said impatiently: "You're not honest, are you?"

The severe pain from his scalp coupled with the heartbreaking pain in his body became increasingly unbearable. Ji Yuanhua could no longer bear it and begged for mercy: "It's Emperor Chong'en. Give me the medicine."

Jiang Shuo sneered and stood up, nonchalantly throwing another pill to the ground. Ji Yuanhua, as if seeing a life-saving straw, didn't care whether it was dirty or not, quickly took the pill and stuffed it into his mouth, gasping After a few big breaths, the pain in my body gradually disappeared.

Ji Yuanhua pushed himself up, but heard the young man laugh again.

"Go back and tell that old guy not to touch my people. Talk to him."

Ji Yuanhua swallowed his saliva and wanted to ask him something, but stopped when he saw that weirdly smiling face.

Because he had a hunch that Jiang Shuo was about to answer the question he wanted to ask.

As expected, Jiang Shuo smiled brightly: "Fang Shuo said that."
Chapter completed!