The hair behind Li Qingheng was only half dry, and now it was wet and it was cold.

She sat in front of the dressing mirror, looked at her blurry face in the bronze mirror, and spoke lightly: "Come here, wipe my hair dry."

Shen Mo stood up, his expression as usual, picked up the cotton towel on the rack, wrapped her hair, lowered his eyes and lowered his head, carefully wiping her hair one by one.

His movements were very stiff. He seemed to have never wiped his hair, but he did not refuse. He did not disobey her and wiped his hair seriously.

Shen Mo in the mirror has an ink painting.

Li Qingheng was idle and observed this person carefully.

When I first met him, I felt that he was pale and thin, like a tuberculosis, and was about to die. But now I looked carefully and found that he was not completely thin, but mixed with a sense of perseverance. His whole body was very clean, like a plum in the snow.

As time goes by, the lamp oil in the room is sparse and the light gradually becomes darker.

Shen Mo's forehead and neck appeared, and a thin layer of sweat appeared. Under the candlelight, it seemed like a layer of gold was blocked for him.

His expression couldn't tell anything, but his eyes were deeper than before.

The hair had been dried, and Li Qingheng was also very confused. Why didn't the medicine occur yet? Could it be that Shen Mo was doing something behind his back again?

She ordered Shen Mo to sit on the edge of the bed of the carved shelf, and then took out a bottle of medicine from the cabinet that was exactly the same as before and let him drink it.

Shen Mo hesitated for a moment and finished another bottle of medicine.

Li Qingheng took off his shoes, got into the quilt, stuck out a head, and asked Shen Mo: "Do you want to sleep together?"

"Need not."

Tell me, it depends on how long you can endure it.

Shen Mo sat quietly on the edge of the bed, with more sweat beads on his forehead.

"Mr. Shen, can you write poems?"

"meeting."

"Why would I give a question? Let's write poems? Let's use the flowers as the title."

"good."

Shen Mo was far away and tried hard to ignore his own discomfort, just thinking that he was compensating for his sins and forcing himself to write poems.

After a while, Shen Mo said lightly: "There is no flower in the place where the moon is connected, and the wind is soft and the sun is hidden. The city sees the leaves of the East Well, and half of the yellow flowers are chanting for a long time."

Li Qingheng didn't care what poem Shen Mo wrote. She couldn't wait to read her own poem: "The eighteen bride, eighty-year-old, her pale hair and red makeup. The mandarin ducks were in the quilt, and a tree of pear blossoms pressed against the crabapple."

This poem was rumored to be written by Su Shi. Is it true? Li Qingheng did not want to travel to the Song Dynasty to verify it.

Shen Mo was stunned after hearing this, his teeth tightened slightly, and even his jawbone contracted.

"Shen Mo, how about my poem?"

"Princess..."

Shen Mo seemed to want to refute something, but only said two words and closed his mouth again.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and his five senses seemed to be amplified. Just by hearing the sound, it seemed that you could know which layer her clothes were taken off and how she was approaching herself.

He closed his eyes and thought of the Tao Te Ching in his heart.

At this point, I calmed down.

Her weak and boneless hands were placed on her chest, her soft and smooth shoulder bones were pressed against his back, and her hair was rubbing up and down his neck, all of which suffocated him.

"Shen Langjun, the effect of the medicine has already occurred. Look, I have sweated a lot. Do you need me to help you? Chunxiao is worth a thousand gold in one moment."

She spoke like a slutty man in his ears.

"It's very hard, right?"

Her lips suddenly touched his ears.

Soft, he thought, maybe it was sweet.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes covered with red blood, like a devil crawling out of the abyss.

There was a flash of madness in his eyes that had never been seen before.

He raised his hand quietly and pinched his thighs hard with his hand. The pain felt real and brought him back to reality.

Li Qingheng's restless hands wandered on him, and he held them down while he was holding them down.

"Prince, respect yourself." The voice has been calm all day long.

?

"Are you going to become a monk?"

“…”

There is no response to teasing like this. If you don’t want to become a monk, you will probably be sick.

Li Qingheng worked hard for a while, but Shen Mo was determined to do nothing. Until she was fighting with her upper and lower eyelids, she couldn't hold on anymore.

"Go to sleep."

Stay with the green mountains and don’t worry about the lack of firewood. Think of other ways tomorrow. If it really doesn’t work, it’s okay to let others catch the evildoer.

Anyway, no matter how despicable the means are, as long as Shen Mo can be with her side.

Shen Mo was still sitting on the edge of the bed, unmoved.

"Sleep, I can do anything to you like a eunuch!" Li Qingheng worked hard for a long time but had no results, and he couldn't help but speak irritably.

She directly and toughly broke down Shen Mo and forced him to lie on the bed.

"I was sick, so I couldn't lose my waist after sitting all night? I was completely helpless."

Shen Mo lay on the bed, tightly tightly, and even restrained his breathing.

Li Qingheng was so sleepy that his eyelids were fighting. His hand pressing against Shen Mo did not let go, but pressed directly on him.

In the chaos, she was still a little unwilling to accept it.

Shen Mo can't really be sick, right?

She took advantage of the situation and reached out to spy on her, but was immediately beaten by Shen Mo.

Really sick.

Forget it, if it can be cured, but if it cannot be cured, he will be fine as long as his people are alive.

Li Qingheng fell asleep and even breathing sounded.

Little did they know that it was that instant that made Shen Mo completely out of control.

He opened his eyes, his eyes covered with blood, and the bloody red eyes were like the eyes of a trapped beast.

The breathing sound became heavier involuntarily. He looked at the sleeping princess. When she fell asleep, she looked like a stunning beauty walking out of a painting, with her eyebrows and eyes as picturesque and her skin was smooth and smooth.

He couldn't help but think of her lofty appearance. Every time he appeared, there was always sunlight shining on her, as bright as spring, unlike his darkness, as humble as earth.

He envied her glory and even wanted to ravage her hard and pull her down from the high altar.

As long as she seduces him a little more, he will completely knock her down and he will lead her to fall.

Unfortunately, the people around me slept very heavily.

However, Shen Mo became more and more irritable, and once his dirty thoughts arise, they will surge.

...

The next day, when Li Qingheng woke up, he was awakened by the act of pulling his mattress.

"Jinyu, I haven't woken up yet, I'll change it later." She swallowed her whole sentence, turned over, and continued to fall asleep.

But "Jinyu" still didn't stop, and still wanted to lift her body and pull the mattress away from her.

"Is it over?"

Li Qingheng turned around suddenly, staring at the person in front of him with beautiful eyes.

With eyes facing each other, Shen Mo felt a little embarrassed on his face and whispered inconspicuous words: "It's dirty."

Li Qingheng was stunned for a moment, then was shocked. He sat up in shock during the dying illness and almost jumped off the bed.

Before she could catch a glimpse of what was said to be dirty, she immediately pulled the mattress away by Shen Mo.

!

She was still immersed in shock.

What's going on, he...

Not sick?

and……

There was a smell of sandalwood in the air.

This is really...

She looked at Shen Mo with that strange and complicated gaze.
Chapter completed!