Caiyue looked at Ming Wuyou for a while, then curved her lips into a smile and couldn't help but ask, "Miss, did Mr. Shen handle the matter well?"
"Yeah." Ming Wuyou nodded, "Shen Qingci is Shen Qingci after all, and he's doing his job properly."
Ming Wuyou put away the letter and moved on.
"Miss!" Caiyue suddenly exclaimed and grabbed Ming Wuyou's arm.
"What's wrong? I'm so surprised -" Ming Wuyou slowly raised his head and saw Caiyue staring in one direction, so he followed her line of sight and looked over, slightly startled, his lips opening and closing. Spit out a "weird".
The next moment, Ming Wuyou trotted forward with a smile on his face and stopped in front of the man, "Your Highness, why are you here so late?"
The night was as cold as water. Murong Yu, dressed in a black brocade robe and a high ink jade crown, stood quietly under the corridor with no guards behind him. He didn't know when he came or how long he had been standing here.
Murong Yu remained silent.
His hand touched the corner of Ming Wuyou's mouth, gently stroking the curved arc.
He was comparing in his mind whether Ming Wuyou's smile was sweeter now when he saw his own, or whether the smile when he talked about Shen Qingci just now was more joyful.
His fingers were calloused and slightly rough, and when they rubbed against Ming Wuyou's smooth and tender skin, they felt a little itchy.
Ming Wuyou couldn't help but pursed his lips and asked softly: "Is there something dirty on my mouth?"
This question brought back Murong Yu's thoughts.
He came back to his senses and took his hand away, "No."
The night was too dark and the lights in the corridor were very dim, so it was difficult to see his true mood, but he could also feel that Murong Yu was not in a happy mood at the moment.
Ming Wuyou thought for a while, took his big hand and pulled him towards his Wuyou Pavilion.
Murong Yu said nothing and followed step by step.
When he arrived at Wuyou Pavilion, Ming Wuyou helped him pour tea, "Is the case not going well? Or are there other worries?"
Murong Yu said: "No."
No matter how troublesome the case is, he has a way to deal with it. The only thing that can make his mood fluctuate is Ming Wuyou.
He is now jealous of Yuan Hao and Shen Qingci, and is very uncomfortable.
He didn't know how to express his dissatisfaction.
At this time, Ming Wuyou's gentle attitude did not alleviate the discomfort in his heart, and there was something missing.
He feels that he is small and sensitive.
Really bad.
Murong Yu closed his eyes somewhat depressedly.
"Your Highness." Ming Wuyou's questioning voice came again at this moment: "How is your wound feeling lately?"
Murong Yu opened his eyes.
He didn't quite hear what Ming Wuyou asked, and he only caught two words - wound!
One sentence came out smoothly.
"That wound was a bit scary. I remembered that you saw my wound a few days ago, and I was afraid that you wouldn't be able to sleep at night, so I came... to have a look."
"..."
Ming Wuyou was stunned. What kind of answer was this?
Murong Yu realized something was wrong as soon as he spoke, but after all he had said, he could only look away in embarrassment and immediately said: "The wound is fine."
Pfft.
Ming Wuyou couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Murong Yu felt even more embarrassed, and her face became stiffer. She just felt that she was so stupid, and immediately rolled up her sleeves and stood up to leave.
"etc!"
Ming Wuyou trotted over, blocked him at the door, and said with a smile on his face, "Your Highness is so cute."
It was several days ago when I saw the wound. I only remembered that the wound was terrible now. I was afraid that she would not be able to sleep at night. Is the reflex arc too long?
Murong Yu's face was stiff, and he pursed his lips into a straight line because of the word "cute".
"Your Highness..." Ming Wuyou didn't wait for him to get angry, so he whispered: "You won't say that you miss me, or that your wound is a little painful and you want me to look at it for you?"
You don't have to find such a lame and embarrassing reason.
Murong Yu turned away in embarrassment and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say a word.
Ming Wuyou sighed inwardly and boldly stepped forward, "Want to hug?"
Murong Yu immediately looked at her.
Ming Wuyou held his shoulders and stood up on tiptoes, and spoke in his ear with a soft and charming voice: "Want to kiss? It is said that close contact can make people feel happy."
Due to the height limitation of the two of them, Ming Wuyou could not reach his ears even if he stood on tiptoe.
The soft and fragrant breath fell on Murong Yu's chin.
Murong Yu's jaw also tensed up instantly, how could he resist such a sweet approach.
His big palms were placed on Ming Wuyou's waist. Murong Yu looked at her with deep eyes, waiting for Ming Wuyou to come closer.
But Ming Wuyou stopped where his breathing was mingling, "Your Highness, do you know what you look like now?"
Murong Yu asked hoarsely: "What?"
"A starving person." Ming Wuyou touched his face with his hand, carefully tracing his eyebrows and interpreting the depth in his eyes: "In front of you is a meal of your own choice.
"
"You really want to eat, but you have to restrain yourself and wait for the food on the plate to go into your mouth."
His eyes were heavy, and Ming Wuyou couldn't quite discern what he was thinking.
But from his body reaction, it seemed that he was restraining himself.
We had been close to each other several times before, and he was always like this, very restrained.
She didn't know why Murong Yu was like this.
But she doesn't like it.
He looked like this, making Ming Wuyou feel as if he was far away, his heart seemed to be suspended, and he felt unsafe.
"But how could the food... come to your mouth by itself?"
Ming Wuyou wanted to touch the corner of his lips with her lips, but he was too high to touch him, so she could only trace the line of his lips with the tip of her nose and said leisurely: "Don't you want to be close to me?"
Murong Yu was almost reaching the critical point of self-control. The hand on Ming Wuyou's waist tightened, and a little sweat even broke out on his forehead.
His Adam's apple rolled and he said hoarsely: "You said you would take the initiative."
He just wants her to take the initiative.
That will make him feel that she really likes him.
"Have you forgotten?" Murong Yucheng asked.
Ming Wuyou squinted his eyes slightly and looked at him, seeing caution and expectation in his eyes.
He was waiting for her to get close.
"You can do whatever you want, as long as it's you, I'll allow it." Murong Yu's voice was low and charming: "Come a little closer - I want you to take the initiative to come closer to me."
The look in his eyes was so direct and urgent that Ming Wuyou felt his heart skip a beat.
Who can stand this?!
The little bit of unhappiness that had popped up in Ming Wuyou's heart just now completely disappeared, and the height problem that he couldn't reach his lips when he stood on tiptoes was no longer a problem!
She jumped suddenly, hugged Murong Yu's neck tightly with her arms, and pressed her lips hard on Murong Yu's mouth.
Murong Yu held her waist and hugged her.
The kiss moved from the lips to the face, the corners of the eyes, the jaw, and finally to the neck.
Ming Wuyou gently bit Murong Yu's Adam's apple and said softly, "You are good at flirting."
Murong Yu didn't quite understand what this meant, but he guessed that it was probably a compliment to him.
A deep smile escaped from his throat, and he carried Ming Wuyou all the way to the soft bed. This chapter has been completed!