But Bo Yucheng's hand just touched the mask.

His wrist was grabbed by the drunk girl, Shi Qinglan raised his eyes, turning his tearful eyes to aggrieved.

"Don't pick it." There was a humble voice in her soft voice.

But tears like pearls continued to fall from the eyes, "I still... can't let Ah Cheng know."

She has not yet helped Acheng cure the illnesses of people like S Zhou in the capacity of Jinglan, yet she has not changed the image in his heart.

Bo Yucheng's hands about to take off the mask suddenly stopped...

Shi Qinglan gently shook his head, looked at him pleadingly, and opened his lips slightly, "I beg you, you can't pick it."

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's heart suddenly shrank again.

When did he ever see a girl with such a humble appearance? What did he tell her before that made her feel so insecure, preferring to hide her identity by disguising herself as a man...

"Silly girl." The man's Adam's apple rolled lightly.

He fulfilled her wish, removed his hand from the mask and gently rubbed her wig, "How could I be willing to hurt you, how could I be willing to kill you..."

What if he did not agree with Jinglan?

Surprisingly, it was the girl he spoiled on the tip of his heart. What else could he do besides pampering and loving?

What about robbing them of important supplies in S State?

Even if she said she wanted control of this continent, he would give in without hesitation.

How about provoking him again and again?

Even if she wanted to dance on top of his head, he would hold her up indulgently and play with her happily.

She didn’t bomb the headquarters of S Zhou, and those desperate people had nothing to do with her. How could he not want her...

"Just wait a little longer." Shi Qinglan's soft voice sounded, "When I help him cure these people's diseases, he should not hate and frighten anymore, I can tell him... …"

"No hate." Bo Yucheng looked at the girl with low eyes.

His eyes were also faintly flushed, "It's too late for me to love you. My life is so short. Where can I hate you?"

But when he was drunk, Qinglan couldn't understand the man.

As expected, she still looked like a small drop, and now her head was so dizzy that she didn't distinguish anything, and she quickly fell asleep on the bed, with a tear still hanging on her long eyelashes.

Bo Yucheng gently wiped her away with a tissue. Seeing that she had fallen asleep, he bent over and gently hugged her up.

Lifted the quilt, gently sent her into the quilt.

"Sorry for letting you drink again." The man lowered his eyes and apologized in a deep voice, "But who made you a little liar."

Bo Yucheng gently held the girl's hand.

The slender and white fingers slowly slid in between her fingers, clasping her fingers tightly.

Seeing that the girl had completely fallen asleep, he gently let go of her hand, put her arm in the bed, and then turned and left her bedroom.

...

Early the next morning, Shi Qinglan woke up groggy.

She frowned slightly, and she felt a little dizzy in her head, but she was completely blank about what happened last night!

"Hmm..." She groaned softly with her lips.

Then he raised his hand to support his head, and when he was about to sit up, the edge of his palm suddenly touched his mask!

Shi Qinglan was awake instantly and opened his eyes suddenly!

She immediately turned over and sat up vigilantly, raised her hand to touch her face-she hadn't taken off her mask!

Although not taking off the mask means that her identity has not been exposed, how could she sleep with the mask last night? I didn't remove my makeup, my wig and chest strap...what happened last night?

Shi Qinglan immediately raised his hand and took off the mask.

She stretched out her hand and took off the wig, and the soft blue silk was scattered, making her feel much more comfortable.

She tried to remember what happened last night...

But I found that my brain was blank, and my headache was so painful that I couldn't remember anything. It seemed that it had been fragmented.

At this moment, her eyes scanned the glass of milk on the table.

Remembering that Bo Yucheng gave her milk last night, she immediately turned over and got out of bed, walked to the front of the table and took a quilt, put it under her nose and took a deep breath, "There is no smell of alcohol either..."

Then why does she have a feeling of drinking fragments?

Shi Qinglan shook his head somewhat incomprehensibly, took off his clothes while thinking hard, went into the bathroom and took a shower.

Fortunately, even if she slept drowsly last night, went to bed early and woke up early, got up in the morning and took a bath and then dressed up again, it was only time for breakfast at 7:30 in the morning...

Shi Qinglan dressed up again as a man and pushed open the door.

Sure enough, Bo Yucheng had already applauded breakfast. Seeing her walking out of the master bedroom, his lips lightly hooked, "Morning."

The man's inexplicable smile made her feel a little hairy.

Shi Qinglan's eyes flickered, and he lowered his eyes unnaturally, and responded with a perfunctory voice, "Morning."

She sat slowly at the breakfast table.

Bo Yucheng immediately brought a few dishes of breakfast to her, "This hotel has a lot of breakfast styles. I don't know what kind of flavor you have this morning, so I ordered each one for you."

The man’s tone is extremely soft, even a bit conniving and coaxing, "I just delivered it, I can eat it while it's hot, eh?"

Shi Qinglan's heart couldn't help getting more hairy.

She frowned gently, and she raised her eyes to look at the man inexplicably, "What medicine did the thin man take this morning?"

Hearing this, Bo Yucheng's eyebrows lightly raised.

He raised his hand to lay his cheek lazily, curled his lips lightly, and looked at the girl with a petting smile, "Maybe... Acacia?"

"Neurotic..." Shi Qinglan rolled his eyes.

She was not in a hurry to reveal her identity last night, slammed a piece of bacon with a fork, and then stuffed it into her mouth.

Then I picked a few favorite breakfasts and put them on the tray to take back to the bedroom to eat. She wanted to serve a cup of hot milk habitually, but remembered the weird cup last night...

She put down the hot milk, took a cup of hot water and left.

A set of movements was very proficient, and Bo Yucheng didn't stop him, just looking at the girl with great interest.

"You can manage your facial expressions." Shi Qinglan looked at him a little disgustedly, "Others didn't know that they thought you were bent by me. I don't have this special habit."

After speaking, she turned and returned to her master bedroom.

Seeing her fled back, Bo Yucheng lowered his eyes and laughed, "Silly girl, it seems to be a fragment."

This little fool's drinking volume is really getting worse...

At least, a drop of wine was not broken before, but now that you mix this drop of wine with milk, you can't remember anything.

However, Shi Qinglan was still naively ignorant of all this.