After Ye Qingluo finished bandaging, he put the clothes back together for Emperor Moxuan, and was about to speak.
His gaze met that peaceful sleeping face.
The handsome man, no matter what angle he looks at, makes people want to scream.
He didn't know when, but he fell asleep.
I slept deeply.
Even when she slowly moved her body and lay down beside him, he did not wake up.
On weekdays, he is vigilant, and he can sense even a gust of wind.
yes…
It hurt too much.
Ye Qingluo pursed her pink lips in distress, half propped herself up, leaned against him, and stared at his face.
The man in his sleep, his brows furrowed into a ball.
Ye Qingluo couldn't help stretching out his hand, swept across the lines between his brows, and stroked gently.
Maybe it's the softness of her fingers, maybe it's the gentleness of her fingertips, maybe it's the familiarity of her taste.
The frowning eyebrows gradually smoothed away.
"Xiao Luo'er..." A soft murmur escaped from his thin lips.
Immediately, her hand was accurately held in the palm of the man.
He tightened his five fingers, as if holding the most precious thing in the world, holding it tightly.
Heart, the frequency of beating suddenly accelerated.
Once, it hit her throat hard.
A warm current flowed slowly in the bottom of my heart.
She held that hand instead, slowly covered her body, and pressed a kiss on his pale thin lips.
"fool… "
A helpless sigh escaped between the tight lips.
…
The next day, Ye Qingluo was awakened by Emperor Moxuan.
She rubbed her eyes, got up and was about to tear off Di Moxuan's clothes, wanting to see his wounds, and change his medicine by the way, but was stopped by Di Moxuan.
It's time for her to go to college.
Ye Qingluo tried hard and soft, but he couldn't make Di Moxuan let go, so he had no choice but to let him go back to the imperial palace to recuperate immediately.
She is going back to the academy today, and Di Moxuan doesn't have to worry about getting hurt by her leading his brothers through practice.
After watching Di Moxuan leave on Xiaojiu, Ye Qingluo went back to the mansion alone.
The teenagers had already put on their hospital uniforms and stood in neat rows in the garden.
After seeing Ye Qingluo behind, they teased one after another that Ye Qingluo didn't come back all night.
However, jokes are jokes, they still know Ye Qingluo's character very well.
They all knew that Ye Qingluo and Di Moxuan were innocent.
They also tactfully did not deliberately ask where Di Moxuan had gone.
During the laughter, everyone's serious mood early in the morning became more relaxed.
During the three days of the holiday, they had a very abundant life.
There are more than a dozen teenagers who have successfully promoted to a rank in these three days.
And those who have not been promoted can clearly feel that their physical fitness and overall strength have greatly improved.
This is the power raised by continuous fighting in danger.
"Qing Luo." Qiao Jin walked over with a space bag, "Last night Xi Jue came back with a space bag in his mouth, and it was full of..."
He took out a black suit from his pocket.
On the sleeve of the right hand, there are many flame-like cherry blossom embroidery patterns, which are extremely obvious.
Isn't it the uniform that the Canglong mercenary group wore yesterday
It must be Ye Qingluo's order for Xi Jue to bring these uniforms back.
Why does Ye Qingluo need these uniforms
Is it possible...
Let them wash and wear again
Not to mention that these clothes were tattered, ugly and fishy during this experience.
Just let the members of the Canglong Mercenary Group wear these clothes, and they won't want to wear them anymore!
"Take it and burn it."