His voice was a little murmur vague, she knew that his mind and consciousness had fallen into a trapped animal-like fierce but vague, otherwise he wouldn't have told her to leave the moment before, and now she was stopped. When a person is unconscious, he is real...he, thinking of that person.

She wanted to look back at him, but there was a voice in her heart calling her to stop.

Don't go back, really don't.

She asked herself to think about what he said just now.

The cherishment of Miss Lang Jia in his words, the pain in his eyebrows when he let "her" roll. Also, he treated her badly last night.

But when the more jealous ~ jealousy can't resist the worry in my heart...

...

She leaned on the threshold and watched the light from the candlelight flow down to her feet. There was some pain in the soles of her feet. It was probably scratched by something just now. After coming out of the spring, she kept forgetting to put on her shoes.

It seems that in the face of certain things, some things that are usually considered important become small.

The fragrance of Hanlan faintly popped out.

Ling'er.

She heard his painful voice coming from the room in a low voice.

She thought, if she walked up to him now and told him that she was not that person, what would happen to him, would it be more irritating to him, would he kill her.

She has a feeling: he will.

She doesn't want to die, who wants to die? But I don't want him to misidentify her, and I hope his pain can be relieved. What a contradiction.

In the end, she whispered: "I don't know what songs she usually sings for you, she sings very well. I rarely sing. I used to go out with colleagues in the institute. I mostly listened to it, not very good. The song may not be what you like, but if I can remember the lyrics, you will just listen to it."

"Alright, at least it's ugly, and it can also make you less happy about her."

The voice was so low that she could hardly hear it, and she knew he was even more unlikely to hear it. Even if he heard it, his current situation could not be distinguished, so she still said it. At least, I'm better off myself.

The pain in the hands, the sweat from the back and the spring water stick together, the heat in the hands, the cold in the body, the whole body is uncomfortable... She took a breath and searched for the lyrics in the memory...

It’s better not to meet, then you don’t fall in love

It’s better not to know each other

It's best not be together, so that we do not owe each other

It’s best not to cherish each other

It’s best not to love each other

It’s better not to be opposite, then you can’t meet

It’s better not to make mistakes

It's better not to agree, then it can be discontinued

But when you meet, you know each other

Ande and Jun Xiangjue Jue, to avoid teaching life and death as love

...

Across the cold bamboo board, the pain inside seemed to ease a little. She smiled and wanted to sing again, but the pain of broken palm made her groan.

She closed her eyes... She needed a break.

"Ling'er, did I just hurt you?"

His voice came from her ears. She shorted her breath and felt that the hand on her knee suddenly hurt more. She screamed and opened her eyes. He didn't know when he came out..... At this moment, I was bending one knee, leaning over in front of her, holding her hand with the big hand, and holding the small bow tightly with the other hand. His eyes were still blood-red and muddy, but there was a hint of tenderness hidden.

She originally thought that the little bow was a memory between him and Concubine Chang, but it didn't seem to be the case. It seems to have a great relationship with "Ling'er", otherwise, he might not mistake her for her.

"It's not convenient for you to treat yourself. I will treat it for you. You will get better soon. I said earlier that you shouldn't come over tonight!"

His voice was low and rough, and there was a sense of anxiety in his stern rebuke. She was sour in her heart and turned her head slightly, bearing the tenderness that did not belong to her. She couldn't move now, and she was dizzy and just wanted to sleep.

In the confusion, his fingers connected several points on her arm, seeming to tap which acupuncture points to stop her from bleeding, and soon the arm tightened, and he re-wrapped the wound on her arm.

There was a sudden sound of cracking in her ears, and she opened her eyes in surprise, and saw that a bamboo fence in front was shot down by his palm and fell off. He picked a bamboo branch from the debris on the ground.

His palm was hurt when he hit the bamboo fence, and his palm was bleeding, but he didn't even look at it, just immersed in her bones. His fingers were unexpectedly hot, and her skin couldn't help shaking slightly wherever he went.

When the bandage was done for her, he pointed in the direction of the hot spring and said in a deep voice: "Go! You know how to get out. I can't help myself!"

The leader was shocked, and then he noticed an ugly scratch on his arm dripping with blood.

Thinking of that dagger, her heart sank, the corners of her eyes were moist, but she couldn't help but laugh.

He actually used the same method as her to restrain his desires, and supported her to finish the wound treatment.

It turns out that he and she are the same.

The difference is that she is for him and he is for another woman.

This scar on his arm, together with the sound of the bamboo cracking just now, pierced her body severely. She heard herself gently ask, "I'm leaving, you continue to use this method to control desire~ hope?"

Everywhere in front of me, removing the faint lights of this side, there is a dark silence, the long night has not stopped, and tomorrow is late...

He didn't answer her, and stumbled into the room.

She stood up hard, gritted her teeth, and walked quickly into the house.

Maybe she didn't want to give him a chance to regret, but also in order not to give herself a chance to regret, she kept walking until she walked behind him and stretched out her hand to hug him tightly.

He was hot all over, her hands fell in shock, she instinctively turned sideways, but her wrists suddenly tightened, her whole body was grabbed into his arms by the man, and she was forced to meet his dark eyes of deep sentiment~desire .

"It's late, Ling, you asked for it..."

"Turn out the lights."

When his dress was torn apart urgently, she said to him in a mute voice.

In this way, at the very least, she wouldn't be able to see the deep emotion he was hiding in her eyes.

His voice was swallowed by his lips.

She only had time to see him stretch out his hand and wave, all the light died instantly, and her mouth was driven in by his lips and tongue. His tongue glided over her tongue, swallowing all the breath in her mouth.

His hands didn't stop, he grasped her softness heavily, pulled off her trousers, and slid in...

She was led by him in love ~ tide.

When he pierced into the deepest part of her body, she suppressed it hard, but still couldn't escape the broken moans and tears.

The body was opened to the largest extent by him, and in the fierce possession and demand by him again and again, she finally distinguished the difference between passion and pure desire.

Even if he loses control, even if this love scene is much more exciting than last night, she still noticed that he retains a little gentleness towards her. He always supported his tall body and let his weight. Not to crush her. In the darkness, he kissed her eyebrows, her eyes, her lips, every inch of her body...

When he was put on a pillow on his arm, he only felt numbness and pain in his lower body, the acupoint was slightly cracked, and the warmth overflowed from it...

Her consciousness slowly blurred, and she could only vaguely hear him ask, "Ling, how did you pass?"

She had a splitting headache, and she answered vaguely, "I saw you from a distance. You are in the water. There is a hot spring next to it. You have chosen a cold spring to come..."

"But you can't drop the warm one. I just tried it. The temperature is very high. Shangguan Jinghong. If you fall in, you will become a roasted bird."

"Roasted bird?"

"Hong, swan goose, bird, roast bird..."

She heard his muffled smile, and soon, his breath became heavy, but she did not forget to hug her tightly in her arms. Her nose was astringent, with such tenderness, but she just wanted to cry, her eyes were suddenly dark...The last consciousness was tomorrow, when he saw her lying beside him, what would happen to him?

She seems to know his biggest secret, what will he do with her?

*****

"Girl, Lord is here."

Voices, footsteps.

Then who yelled, who whispered "I shouldn't have come".

She trembled all over and opened her eyes.

The light in the room is shining, and the people in front of you, Lao Tie, Fang Ming, Jing Ping, and Jing Qing are all here, looking at her direction with shock. Next to everyone, there is a deep-clothed woman covered in deep veil, looking lightly. Holding her.

The warmth in front of him was suddenly withdrawn, and the man's tall body suddenly sat up.

"Ling."

She heard the surprise and urgency in his voice, and then, he turned his head back very quickly, and when he saw that it was her, he was shocked, but his eyes were cold immediately, and a thick killing intent was passed.