In his arms, Ling Ziliang kept talking about how sad he was. It was not easy to collect the blood with tears and snot. The medicine was introduced, and there was a lack of people to administer the medicine and detoxify. That was undoubtedly

A bottle of fine wine would lose its luster without a luminous glass to accompany it.

Meng Xian has superb medical skills. He is quite prestigious whether in the court or outside the world. At least his medical skills are recognized by many people. He is probably the one who talks about "hanging a pot to save the world".

"..." Meng Xian was suddenly tackled by Ling Ziliang. His slender body hit the table, and the chair dragged a long mark on the ground, but it involuntarily shortened the distance between them.

The rapid beating of his heart suddenly made Meng Xian a little overwhelmed. Couldn't he sit still and not challenge his endurance again and again?

He is a human being, not a saint! So he cannot hold back his desires again and again, but it is impossible for him to hurt him. If he hurts him too, maybe Meng Xian will never forgive himself for the rest of his life!

Ling Ziliang, Ling Ziliang! Why do I fall in love with you? Why do I suffer so much? Why do I torture myself like this?

Meng Xian groaned and propped up the table with his hands to barely avoid being knocked down by Ling Ziliang. After the series of actions stopped, he felt a little pain on his chest from being hit by Ling Ziliang, but Ling Ziliang's body was still holding him, warm and gentle.

The hot body temperature caused his cold body to gradually heat up.

Such a posture undoubtedly added fuel to the fire to Meng Xian, who had not yet dissipated the anger in his body.

Deliberately letting Ling Ziliang hold him, using the most obvious fake cry to beg him, beg him to help him, beg him to allow him to use him... This is so cruel and how helpless.

Meng Xian's voluptuous and gorgeous hair was tossed by Ling Ziliang, and a handful fell away, scattered beside his cheek, which made his cheek itch. Then he came back to his senses and reached out to push Ling Ziliang away from him.

"Don't be so close to me." Meng Xian deliberately brewed some cold air, but didn't push Ling Ziliang away with much force. After all, he was the one who missed this embrace.

A chest as warm as the rising sun in spring, comfortable and spacious, a chest he wanted to have, a chest he could never get.

"Huh?" Ling Ziliang was stunned. Did Meng Xian hate him? Why did he say that?

While Ling Ziliang still didn't know the reason, Meng Xian didn't think so.

Meng Xian was afraid, afraid that if he kept hugging her like this, he would never let go. She was sure that she would never let go of him again.

However, he cannot do this. If he does, will Ling Ziliang still come close to him?

Since Ling Ziliang wanted him to save Ye Jiangxue, then he should do it.

It's just that...he can't do this in vain...what he pays must be repaid...

"Ziliang..." Meng Xian said softly, looking at Ling Ziliang's dried black hair, which was no longer in the original red clothes, but put on his spare clothes, with dark purple eyes matching the purple clothes, with a hint of

It has a different charm, and such a person just lay on his body, hugged him, and prayed for him.
Chapter completed!