"Really?" Han Moyu also seemed to be entangled: "Leave it alone... There must be a way for the car to reach the mountain."
"You shrinking mentality." I chuckled, but because of his indifferent mentality, he seemed calmer.
"I haven't asked you yet, why do you always want to remove my mark?"
"Because..." I bit my lip: "This way I can leave you."
"Leaving?" Han Moyu thought for a while, and then shook his head in frustration: "I don't understand you more and more."
"What do you want to understand?"
"While saying that I am in my heart, I want to leave again."
"I have no choice." I shrugged and realized that during the time I was talking about these few words, Han Moyu had carried me into the study room and put me on the bed.
"Who is persecuting you? Tell me?"
"Oh..." I sighed. Although I didn't tell him that I was going to die, but I always said that there is a reason to leave: "Because I am Lian Rong, I have a marriage contract with Yu Chijing, I I don't want to hurt you."
"Is it?"
"One woman and two marriages must serve as the army," Wei Chijing said, the prince and the common people are guilty of the same crime." Thinking of the scene in the dream, I felt that there was nothing more terrifying in the world: "I don't want to marry him, so... "
"Then who do you want to marry?"
"... Well you."
Han Moyu laughed suddenly, and it was rare to make a big, quiet smile on the paralyzed face that usually only curled the corners of the lips.
"So you are Shen Qijiu, and Lian Rong, no longer exist."
"But I am..." My tongue was almost knotted and wrapped together: "I still have a mole..."
"A mole." Han Moyu laughed: "Aren't you Shen's genius doctor, even a mole is unbalanced?"
After hearing what Han Moyu said, I suddenly felt that my brain grew for nothing! !
I go! Just about a mole, I almost lost my life? !
After realizing it, I just wanted to be sighed and happy that I saved my life, but when I saw Han Moyu's whole body covered me, he started kissing my neck.
"Why..." I pretended to be impatient and pushed him.
Just now I looked so old and uncommunicative, so I’ll be intimacy right now, it’s really shameless...
"Didn't you agree to have a baby snake?"
"I regret it now." I just said that I didn't count: "No more."
"..." Han Moyu froze, took a deep breath, then continued his kiss, coaxing softly in his mouth: "Sheng..."
Then I took something out of my arms, pulled my hand, and put it on it.
It was the jade ring that I lost when I quarreled with him last time, the one he gave me before.
Looking at this thing, then looking at the bright eyes of Da Snake, he suddenly discovered that he never used this tune to talk and do things before, and now it seems that he has learned to use softness to overcome the strength!
So I sneered, touched the ring and asked, "Who did you learn so much from?"
"Liuguang."
"Sure enough it is him!"
"You can be accurate when he hums, but it won't work for me..."
"So you learn like this."
Nodded, Han Moyu didn't say a word. After seeing me, I didn't mean to continue the topic, so he rubbed his head again: "I want one..."
"What's next for next year... What are you worried about."
"I also have a few days of breeding in autumn, and I will work hard from now on."
"what!"
"Hehe..." With a weird smile, all my remaining rebuttals were submerged in waves of tides...
Helpless... But we can only let the flow go, at least we are reconciled.
After that, I found some ointment that burns and does not leave a scar and put it on the mole. It hurts every day... But thinking of such a mole cost me my life, it's worth it!
But what worries me is still the incident of Han Mo Yu transforming the dragon. He always said that we should have misunderstood. Snakes and dragons are very similar in themselves, so dazzling is also possible.
Although I don’t believe that a large group of people can read it wrong, after Han Moyu went home, apart from his own memory of the incident, he did not have any abnormalities, not only was he sucked in. After the gentle appearance of Youhuangcao before, he even learned to beg for favor with coquetry.
"Baby..." He didn't know how many times he quietly appeared behind me, this time holding a plate in his hand: "Try it."
"What?" I looked at the things on the plate. The white ones were distorted one by one, not much different from what I did. I barely distinguished, I guessed: "It's kind of like sweet-scented osmanthus cake..."
"Yes." He was a little smug: "But Jinxiu said that you don't like to eat osmanthus, because it tastes bad, so he replaced it with lotus seeds."
After hearing this set of rhetoric, I suddenly reacted and opened my mouth in amazement: "You did it?"
"Hmm." The guy raised his eyebrows: "What does it mean to be so surprised, I can't make you something delicious?"
"Puff... Yes, but yes..." I can't imagine how a noble prince like him can knead the dough and make a snack
"Try it."
I mean I took one. I didn't think it would be delicious. It would be good if he can help me as a prince, so even if I ate too much sugar, I smiled and said something.
"It's delicious! You are awesome!"
"It's delicious." Han Moyu hugged me behind him, and sighed in a low voice: "I can't do anything for you..." He is taller than me, so he can easily blow me that is burned by the ointment by holding me around. An ugly scab formed: "Does it hurt?"
"Okay… "
"Every night I see you frowning when you fall asleep and sometimes crying out pain, which shows that this thing is indeed painful."
There was unspeakable distress in Han Moyu's eyes. His cool fingers pressed my collarbone, as if he wanted to touch the mole, but he was reluctant to start.
I smiled and didn't answer.
It was said that I am Shen's genius doctor, how could I put such a heavy hand on myself, it must be an anesthetic!
As for my frowning, it should be another reason.
Recently I still have that dream... The dream of being taken away always dreams of me being taken away by the guards to be a military prostitute.
To be honest, I think if it is not so real and not so painful, it should be regarded as a spring dream.
Obviously, it is not a good experience to be played by a lot of men in a dream, especially after being half-dead, something terrible will be waiting for me.
So far, I have experienced a lot. I had a dream that I had suffered all the ten tortures in the Qing Dynasty.
In fact, it doesn’t matter what Meng Manqing’s top ten tortures and men are, but what matters is that it is real and sensible, just like personal experience!
The feeling of being caught and tied behind a horse and dragged naked... Hot and painful even a second before waking up!
I dare not tell Han Moyu about this. It's a bit hard to tell... How can I tell him? Say I dream of a group of men torturing every day? Those who don't know thought I was dissatisfied with desire and begging for abuse!
He sighed and ate another very sweet snack in his mouth. He really wanted to coax me, so much so that he would put so much sugar on me when making a pastry... It’s not that I don’t feel bitter when I eat a lot of sweetness. Diabetes is possible!
In this way, the days go on day by day... I am in a low and depressed state every day, I am afraid, every night I am afraid! Afraid of sleeping! Afraid of dreaming!
No one wants to have that horrible, sensory dream at the same time as an appointment! So I can’t wait to put a matchstick on my own eyes!
The only way to not sleep is to not let yourself be idle.
When I held my leg again, I yelled to Han Moyu in a soft voice: "Brother... Come on."
Han Moyu's expression can no longer say whether there is or not, but just glanced at me: "What do you think? Are you going to exhaust me or yourself?"
"Can't it?" Seeing that he didn't respond, I leaned over and touched his body.
"No, you should go to bed." He touched my forehead and kissed it: "You haven't slept for two days. I can't rely on you today."
"But..."
"No, but you have to sleep." His attitude became tough, and he clasped me tightly in his arms: "If you sleep well, I will give you as much as you want tomorrow."
"I… "
When I just wanted to explain something, another long kiss was on my lips, and the rhythm of a little hypoxia made me a little confused right away!
I don't know how much perseverance it took me to open my eyes and shouted vigorously!
"No! I don't want to dream! I've had enough! That hurts too real!"
"What?" Han Moyu, who had just closed his eyes, was puzzled to see me so angry at this time: "What is dreaming? Where does it hurt?"
I looked at him, I really couldn't help it, crying and rushing over to speak, this opening, in addition to crying, there is so long time for every fragment and detail in the dream!
Thinking of those terrible dreams of being tortured, I was aggrieved and almost killed on the spot!