Chen Shou put the bag on the table and did not dare to open it.
Looking at Murong Jing and then at Shen Su'er, she felt a little embarrassed.
Murong Jing said: "Chen Shou, please retreat first. Stand three feet away from the door. No one is allowed to come near."
"Yes!" Chen Shou retreated.
Shen Su'er just glanced at it casually, but still had no intention of leaving.[
Murong Jing sat on the emperor's soft couch, sitting upright, with one hand on the couch handle and one hand between his legs. His expression was calm, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he asked: "Queen, if you have anything to say, just ask."
"Does it hurt?"
"What?"
"I asked you if it hurts? The wound." She still stood aside, neither sitting nor looking at him. Her eyes were wandering around, just like her heart at the moment. When she was alone, she was a little nervous and felt that the air was thin. It's strange. It's not the first time she's been like this with him. She doesn't understand what's going on, but emotions are sometimes hard to control.
"..." No answer.
"Why don't you talk?"
"..." His deep eyes looked at her lightly, no one knew what he was thinking. His body seemed to be covered with a soft veil, and it no longer had the sharpness of the past. Or maybe he was tired, and occasionally he would be. .No matter how powerful the disguise is, there will be times when it can no longer be faked.
He closed his eyes, pursed his thin lips tightly, and said nothing.
He didn't want to explain or speak, because he didn't know what to say or how to say it to her.
I can’t tell what my mood is at the moment...
Shen Su'er didn't know either, but her eyes suddenly turned red. The atmosphere of no-noise, no-tit-for-tat was really not good! She didn't like it, she didn't like it very much! It felt like there was something stuck in her throat, heavy and depressing! Yes, it was a I feel heaviness and depression that I have never felt before, and there is a kind of fear in my heart that seems to be coming out. Once it comes out, it will be out of control and out of control.
She saw that he had his eyes closed.
His handsome face gradually turned pale...
Her steps were out of control and she had moved in front of him unknowingly.
A small red hand was even more disobedient and had already reached between his clothes——
Suddenly, he grabbed the white jade wrist, "What do you want to do?"