After all, she still knows pain, so that means she doesn't love him that much.
After pushing the medicine, Jiang Zimo fell into a familiar dizziness. Murong Qingzhen packed up the empty medicine bottles, syringes and other things. He walked to the bathroom and got her a hot towel, and then applied it gently.
on her forehead.
"Would you like to hear a story about our Murong family? A story that goes back a long time, is charming and romantic, and can definitely be called a shocking story."
Jiang Zimo listened in a daze. For some reason, she suddenly hugged her body tightly as if she was afraid of the cold.
The drug reaction begins.
Murong Qingzhen felt the chill coming from her body. After taking off the hot towel, he took off his clothes and lay down next to her.
The originally cold bed suddenly became warm, and the man's masculinity swept towards her along with his unique woody aroma.
She closed her eyes, and after a while, she realized that he had not done anything else. Their bodies maintained an ambiguous posture, and they could even feel the subtle reactions from each other's lower bodies during the inadvertent friction. He
The strong arms held her neck, and the sonorous and powerful beating of the pulse in her blood vessels was infinitely amplified in her ears.
Murong Qingzhen began to eloquently tell the story about poison and love poison. Jiang Zimo listened very carefully, because even in the dark, he could see her eyes wide open all the time.
There were no tears or other expressions of pain.
He told this story very beautifully, even with a touch of pathos. After Murong Qingzhen finished telling it, he realized for the first time that he also had a talent for literature and art.
Afterwards, he hugged her slightly cold body and whispered softly: "Now, you should understand the cause and effect of all this? Feng Meiji is the ancestor of our Murong family, and she is in the White Flame Bing inner elixir.
He is implanted with a peerless poison. In order to obtain our Murong clan's antidote, Bai Yanbing will do whatever it takes. Jiang Zimo, are you sure, do you really think he has ever loved you?"
She didn't reply for a long time, but her eyes were fixed on the European-style round tent top decorated with complicated lace.
Murong Qingzhen began to caress her body gently. With a slight exertion, he turned her around to face him.
Jiang Zimo's pupils seemed unfocused, and her eyes were blank and scattered. When she passed by him, there was no change in content.
"Are you recalling the content of the story I told you now? How about Bai Yanbing five hundred years ago, was he as romantic and romantic as you knew him?"
She didn't answer, but he suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "You are not allowed to say no."
She was still in a daze when his kiss fell like a sudden storm.
What does it mean to be unable to extricate yourself? Murong Qingzhen knew that he was like this at the moment.
He knew it was poison but used it to quench his thirst; he knew it was a cliff but he jumped at the risk; he knew he should push it away, but he indulged in her familiar breath and refused to stop for a long time.
Murong Qingzhen felt that he must be crazy. Looking at her empty eyes, he actually felt heartbroken.
He knew clearly that her absence and confusion were only because of another man, a man who should have died a thousand times, but he still couldn't control himself and kissed her.