A Yuan had dinner with her, and then shamelessly insisted on staying and taking a nap with Ling Xuewei.
Because she drank the medicine, she fell into a deep sleep soon. The little guy just slept next to Ling Xuewei and stayed with her, making no noise or fuss. He also waved his father to leave so as not to disturb his fairy sister to rest.
Ye Moyan didn't even treat his son's eyes. As usual, he changed the medicine for the sleeping Ling Xuewei and bandaged it again.
When it was his turn to get hurt on his back, he was just about to untie Ling Xuewei's clothes when he glanced aside his son, whose eyes were as bright as stars, and without saying a word, he slipped away and threw her out.
A Yuan didn't react until his butt landed on the ground.
He, he, was he thrown out?
Or by my own father?!
That's too much!
The little guy jumped three feet high and was about to rush in, but was stopped by Guan Zhixing, who was quick-sighted and dragged him away regardless of his resistance.
The comatose person did not sleep peacefully, seemed to be mumbling, and his eyebrows were twisted into knots.
After applying the medicine and putting on his clothes again, Ye Moyan looked at Ling Xuewei's sleeping face and suddenly raised his hand to smooth the wrinkles between her eyebrows.
At this time, Guanzhixing came in.
"Master, some elders have arrived."
"Um."
Ye Moyan put Ling Xuewei's outside arm back into the quilt, then stood up and went out.
"You stay."
"yes."
After watching his master leave, Guan Zhixing looked at the woman on the bed with complicated eyes.
There are some things that, if spoken out, would be transgressive.
Can we really let things continue?
…
After that, Ling Xuewei has been recuperating in the room. It must be said that Guan Zhixing's medical skills are still very powerful. The broken tendons in her hands and feet are also gradually repairing, but the process is very painful. When the wound heals, it feels itchy and numb.
The feeling is upsetting.
Especially at night, the wound was itchy and uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but want to scratch it.
After she was discovered, Guan Zhixing reminded her, but Ling Xuewei always scratched her involuntarily.
Finally, that night, while she was sleeping in a daze, she suddenly saw a figure beside the bed. She thought it was an illusion at first, but she didn't wake up completely until her hands felt cold.
What catches the eye is Ye Moyan's extremely handsome facial features.
"Why are you here?"
Ling Xuewei wanted to sit up, but Ye Moyan pushed her back, "Keep sleeping."
She had to lie back down again, but she couldn't fall asleep again.
Ye Moyan was sitting on the chair beside the bed. There was a stack of files on the small table next to him, and half of them were open. It was obvious that he had been busy.
The lights in the room exuded a soft glow, and as he sat there, the light and shadow seemed to cast a shallow halo on his body, softening his angular and cold features.
Her heart is peaceful and warm.
She had thought about this scene for too long.
She moved, wanting to take the cup next to her.
"What do you want?"
Ye Moyan quickly noticed her actions.
Ling Xuewei paused and said, "Cup."
Ye Moyan poured a cup of warm water and handed it to her. Ling Xuewei was about to stretch out her hand, but saw her own hand wrapped like a mummy.
Ye Moyan directly brought the cup to her mouth and said, "Open your mouth."
Ling Xuewei blinked, opened her mouth obediently, and drank the water with his hand.
Ye Moyan wiped Ling Xuewei's mouth, a series of movements that were very familiar, reminding her of the way Ye Moyan took care of her in the past.
At that time, every time Ling Xuewei got sick, she would stay in Ye Moyan's arms, unwilling to take medicine, wallowing in coquettishness, and doing anything. In fact, she was not squeamish, she just wanted to see him helpless and pampering her, which would make her
I feel like I am being held in the palm of my hand and being cared for.
Now Ye Moyan's careful care made her suddenly panic, and her eyes felt a little sore...
"What are you thinking about?"
Ye Moyan narrowed his eyes when his chin was lifted up and touched Ling Xuewei's reddish eyes.
"It's okay, it's just...the wound hurts." Ling Xuewei said blankly.
Ye Moyan raised his eyebrows and pinched her earlobe with his slender fingers, "Delicate."
Her ears were round and clear, like a ball of white snow, gradually turning a layer of crimson at this moment.
It made her fair cheeks even more delicate and delicate. They were like peach blossoms in March, touching the heart.
Ye Moyan's eyes gradually darkened.
Before she could react, she suddenly leaned down.
There was a chill on the lips, followed by a breath that was as cold as snow.
His gentle force and rolling and grinding made Ling Xuewei feel like she was being cared for in the palm of his hand.
Soon, Ling Xuewei's lips were pried open, and Ye Moyan's originally gentle kiss suddenly became fierce...
After one kiss, Ling Xuewei's face turned red.
The originally fair cheeks were also stained with a layer of crimson, making them look delicate and charming.
Ye Moyan's eyes were as deep as the sea, becoming more and more dangerous, with a sexiness that made people blush and heartbeat.
She narrowed her eyes, her long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and the beauty between her eyebrows was mesmerizing.
This is a goblin.
Ye Moyan rubbed her lips with his fingertips. Because of the kiss just now, her lips were a little red and swollen, but they added a bit of charm and charm, making people unable to help but bully her.
I even want to see her surprised, even crying face...
He was like a trapped beast, and the appearance of Ling Xuewei broke the cage that trapped him and released a crazy and ferocious monster.
"hiss……"
He was accidentally involved in the wound, and Ling Xuewei's voice brought him back to his senses.
"What's wrong? Does the wound hurt?" Ye Moyan showed a little nervousness.
"A bit..." Ling Xuewei felt a little embarrassed.
Mainly it's itchy.
She always scratches unconsciously.
"Don't touch." Ye Moyan held Ling Xuewei's hand.
But she really felt uncomfortable, that kind of itching coming from her bones, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at her flesh, making her restless.
"Be obedient, huh?"
The low-mellow voice is close to the ear, and the slightly rising tail sound makes people's hearts feel numb and itchy.
Ling Xuewei couldn't tell whether it was the wound or something else.
In order to prevent her from scratching the wound, Ye Moyan simply lay down with his clothes on, which startled Ling Xuewei.
This! This is progressing too fast, right?
Although she was quite... looking forward to it, after all, they were an "old married couple", and it wasn't like they had nothing to do. But... she was still ill, and he was too hungry, right?
Little did they know, everything in Ling Xuewei's heart was reflected on her face.
Ye Moyan glanced at it and roughly guessed what she was thinking.
I couldn't help but want to tease her.
Suddenly the world was spinning, and the next second, Ling Xuewei was pinned underneath her.
This posture is ambiguous and provocative.
The air was silent for a moment.
Ling Xuewei's eyes widened, and his figure was clearly reflected in her eyes as clear as lake water. His black hair was like a waterfall, scattered on the pillow, extremely charming.
He held up a strand of her hair, lowered his head and kissed her softly. The halo hit him, as if coated with a layer of holy brilliance. It made the originally indifferent and noble man a little more sexy and pious.
The moment she lowered her head, Feng Yue made Ling Xuewei's heart beat out of control again.
Eyes facing each other.
I don't know who made the move first, but when they came to their senses, their lips were already intertwined.
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