Among the pile of white ointments was a newly developed one that she had recently developed in her free time, and they were all put together!
She opened her hands and wanted to snatch it away.
Cang Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly and turned her wrist to prevent her from grabbing it: "So, this is what Ruoruo suddenly said to me yesterday..."
"No, Jing Ming asked me to help develop this!" Ming Lanruo interrupted him with a straight face, pretending to be an upright doctor.
I'm sorry, Jing Ming, for borrowing your name.
Cang Qiao narrowed her eyes: "Oh, really? What does Jing Ming want to do? When playing with a big knife, wipe it on the knife to make it look better?"
Ming Lanruo said without changing her expression: "Last time you were poisoned, Jing Ming was also poisoned. There was something going on between her and Chen Ning. The two of them detoxified together."
Hearing this, Cang Qiao seemed a little interested: "Really?"
She paused, looked impatient, and said calmly: "Anyway, this is Jing Ming's private matter. This is her ointment. Don't move it, give it to me!"
Cang Qiao did not give her the ointment immediately. Instead, she played with it for a while, sniffed it lightly, and asked lazily: "Ruoruo, how did I behave today? Is the Duke feeling a little angry?"
Ming Lanruo was stunned for a moment. Seeing that he changed the subject, she couldn't help but reach out to grab it again.
In addition, there were red marks and injuries on his handsome face and chest, so she softened her voice and said, "Of course the Governor's behavior is very good."
Cang Qiao suddenly smiled: "As long as you are satisfied."
As he spoke, he suddenly held her wrist with his backhand, pressed her slender palm on his collarbone, raised the corners of his eyes, and sounded evil and evil, but his voice was gentle and slightly hoarse: "Then please reward me, little empress."
..."
Reward me...
Ming Lanruo looked at the fair skin under her palm, which had many scarlet or even broken red marks, but there was a sense of cruelty and destructive beauty.
His wounds were burning because of the damage...
She couldn't help but take a breath and narrowed her eyes.
The man beneath him had moved a little too much just now. There was not much difference between his robe and his robe, revealing most of his pale chest and shoulders, and his swollen muscles were beautiful and wild.
Especially the red marks dotted on his chest, they seemed like decoration.
She tilted her head and looked at him, suddenly feeling that he was like a plant growing in the dark, pale but flamboyant, enchanting and dangerous.
He saw her eyes become strange and suddenly chuckled. He held her hand and slid it down from his injured eyebrows to the high bridge of his nose to his lips, cheeks, Adam's apple, chest, lower abdomen... all the way down.
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Ming Lanruo's palm was burned, and she instinctively wanted to pull it away, but in the end she did not move.
Sweat appeared on the tip of his nose, and his breathing became hot, but his eyes did not leave her face, he only stared at her and chuckled: "My dear lady, are you really not going to reward me..."
Ming Lanruo remained silent, letting him pull her along to do whatever he wanted and fan the flames. She narrowed her beautiful eyes and suddenly pressed her knees, directly between his long legs.
She held his face with one hand and sighed: "What kind of reward does the governor want, like this?"
Her soft, plump lips had fallen on the wound on his brow bone, the red mark on the bridge of his nose, and her moist breath were intertwined with each other.
Then, her lips followed his cheek and slid down to his ear, and asked softly: "If you really reward me like this, wouldn't the medicine be in vain?"
These days, for the sake of convenience, she wears men's clothes, which makes her move very convenient.
This man is really a strange contradiction. He is obviously so sinister and deep, like a man in the abyss of midnight, full of danger.
But sometimes she occasionally shows this fragile and confusing look, like a bottle of beautiful glass.
I wanted to break him just looking at him.
Of course, it’s not certain who will be broken in the end.
No wonder the emperor is so obsessed with it, so dangerous and confusing, rather like a human-shaped Gu King.
Cang Qiao let go of her hand, looked up and fell on the soft couch, her long and messy hair scattered on the bed like silk, her brows and eyes were full of charm, and she smiled unbridled: "The little empress is my medicine, isn't it?
Did you say that?"
He hooked his fingertips on her collar and pulled her closer to him. This chapter has been completed!
