Like all the bloody eight o'clock TV series, Zhong Qingye did not fall to the bottom, but fell into an embrace. Of course, the owner of that embrace could not be qualified except Qi Moren.【】
Falling in his arms, his breath was filled with the familiar smell of his body. Zhong Qingye's face suddenly became violently hot for some reason, as if he had been burned by a hot iron plate. It was red and hot for a moment, and he did not even look up.
Qi Mo's expression showed that he stood up in a panic and was about to leave his arms.
Qi Mo narrowed his eyes, and the strength of his arms suddenly increased. Instead of letting go, he pulled her tightly into his arms, and locked his arms, immediately cutting off all Zhong Qingye's escape routes.
Being pressed firmly on his chest, Zhong Qingye felt that even his breathing was suppressed for a moment. His whole face turned red, but he was pressing hard. He couldn't say a word, so he had to stretch out his hands in vain.
He pushed his body, but his efforts were ineffective.
Holding her in his arms, all that lingered in his nose was her unique smell. It was light, not floral or fruity, nor the vulgar powdery smell of ordinary women. The smell of her body was just like herself, it was
It has a slightly cold fragrance, and I can’t tell what it smells like, but every time I smell it, I can’t help but feel attached to it.
Hugging each other tightly, he wanted to rub her into his bones with such force that he exerted all his strength and was desperate. It seemed that only in this way could he truly feel that this woman was still beside him, within reach.
The body under her arms was slender and fragile, as if it would be cut off with just a slight exertion. Compared with her body that seemed weak two months ago, she had obviously lost weight. When you press it with your fingers, it is almost all jagged bones.
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Qi Mo couldn't help but feel angry. Has this girl not had a good meal at all in the past two months? She has become so thin, is she planning to make bamboo poles? "
The slender wrist dragged the slender fingers, tapping his back repeatedly. For the young and strong Qi Mo, her strength was almost negligible. Zhong Qingye tried his best, and finally
He raised his head a little, his face turned purple, he twisted his eyebrows in pain, and murmured: "...Qi Mo...it hurts..."
Her moans finally reached Qi Mo's eardrums, and he barely regained his sense. Suddenly he remembered the letter from Bai Ying, which said that her shoulder was injured by an arrow. It should not have healed in such a short period of time.
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Qi Mo suddenly woke up and hurriedly let go of his hand. Zhong Qingye suddenly lost all strength and fell limply on his shoulder. He gasped for breath, his face turned red, his slender eyebrows were knitted into a ball, and his chest was filled with breathing problems.
It floats up and down rapidly, and even though it's a man's costume, a faint arc can still be seen.
Qi Mo's throat suddenly felt dry, and his lower abdomen became as hot and swollen as a fire. After understanding her body and abstaining from sex for two months, his desire had almost reached a critical point that was uncontrollable.
Seeing her discomfort, Qi Mo frowned and couldn't care less for a while. He raised his head and said to the man in black who was standing by quietly: "Prepare the carriage."
The man quickly accepted the order and came down. Zhong Qingye took a breath for a while and finally regained his breath. After hearing Qi Mo's natural order, he immediately said angrily: "I won't go back with you!"
Qi Mo lowered his head and glanced at her, his eyes clearly flashing with cold light. The speed was so fast and the coldness was so heavy that it almost made Zhong Qingye frightened for a moment. Just when she thought Qi Mo was going to lose his temper, he just made it harder for her.
The strength in his waist encircled her whole body in his arms, keeping her at a level where she could breathe but could not break away.
"Enough playing, we should go home." His tone was calm, as if he was comforting a child who had a tantrum, without any anger at all.
Zhong Qingye looked at him angrily, stretched out his hand and pulled his hand away from his waist, looking at him angrily: "I'm not joking with you anymore, I said, I will not return to Prince Rui's Mansion again!"
Qi Mo's strength was stronger than she expected, and Zhong Qingye had been injured just a few days ago. He had lost too much blood and had not fully recovered. For a while, he couldn't break free from his arm, and he suddenly became more and more angry.
Qi Mo looked at her calmly, his expression remained motionless, and his tone didn't even waver at all. "Is it because of Bai Ying?"
Zhong Qingye was stunned. "What?"
Qi Mo didn't answer. He raised his head and ordered the men in black, "Bring him up."
The man in black immediately nodded and left. Zhong Qingye frowned, Bai Ying was actually here?
"How did you know my whereabouts?" Zhong Qingye raised his head and finally asked calmly.
Qi Mo lowered his head, looking at her faintly, paused, then suddenly lowered his head, stretched his neck, and kissed her blood-red lips like a dragonfly touching water.
"I'm sorry." He said calmly.
Zhong Qingye was stunned, looking at him in disbelief. Qi Mo would actually apologize? No, it should be, why would Qi Mo apologize to her? He didn't do anything to regret her, so what kind of apology could he make?
As if she had doubts, Qi Mo slowly raised his left hand, and with his slender jade-like index finger, he slowly touched the wound on the back of her shoulder through the material of the clothes. The extremely gentle movement seemed to be treating an easily broken body.
A glass doll, if you apply a little force, it will completely break.
Zhong Qingye's eyes trembled and he lowered his eyes. In his peach blossom eyes, there was a faint light flickering.
"Master." A low respectful call brought Zhong Qingye's consciousness back to the present. Qi Mo hugged her and turned around. Standing opposite was Zhong Qingye's old acquaintance Hong Ying.
He was wearing a simple robe and looked quite haggard. After receiving Zhong Qingye's gaze, he nodded slightly and called out respectfully: "Princess."
Zhong Qingye moved uncomfortably, but Qi Mo immediately hugged him tighter, not allowing any gap between the two. Zhong Qingye could only turn his eyes to Hongying.
Hongying slightly moved the corner of his mouth, showing a bitter arc, and turned his body to the side, letting the person behind him out.
Zhong Qingye's eyes suddenly widened, looking at the person in front of him in disbelief.
White Eagle put an arm around Black Eagle's neck, relying entirely on Black Eagle's strength to barely stand.
There were four daggers stabbed on his two wrists and ankles. They were firmly inserted and penetrated both hands, feet and wrists. The wound seemed to have been treated to stop bleeding, and the blood had solidified into a scab, and the skin and flesh of the wound
It rolled, glowing with a tragic white color, which was shocking.