"Forget it, it's already like this, don't mention it anymore. I'm fine now. You don't have to worry, just sleep for a while."
Luo Ling said, moving his body inward, freeing up a seat on the bed for Yuwen Haoyu. Yuwen Haoyu's deep eyes suddenly felt a little wet.
"What are you looking at? Come up quickly, and there is no need to be moved in a hurry. I am for myself. If you fall ill for me one day, I don't know what the ministers in your court can say,
Hurry up, speed.”
Luo Ling raised her hand and pulled Yuwen Haoyu who was looking at her affectionately onto the bed. She covered her quilt. Seeing that Yuwen Haoyu was still looking at her, she looked at Yuwen Haoyu a few more times, but she thought there was something.
Something was wrong.
"It's not uncomfortable to wear this when you sleep!"
Finally found out what was wrong, Luo Ling reached out and pulled the crown on Yuwen Haoyu's head away, threw it aside, and then pulled the bedding for him.
"I count to three. If you don't close your eyes, you'll get off."
Luo Lingliang looked at him sadly, and his pale lips moved slightly: "One...two..."
Before she could count to three, Yuwen Haoyu's eyes closed.
A satisfied smile spread from the corner of Luo Ling's mouth, but she couldn't help but possess her and gently kissed her on her slightly pale lips.
Even though Yuwen Haoyu closed his eyes, even though he was lying there pretending to be a zombie-like sleeping position, he suddenly felt soft on his lips, and he was so excited that Luo Ling rarely took the initiative to kiss him. Can he not be excited?
...
"I count to three. If you don't fall asleep again, I will kick you down..."
Suddenly, Luo Ling's whisper came from his ears. Luo Ling looked at Yuwen Haoyu's slightly shaking eyelashes, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise. Soon, Yuwen Haoyu, whose physical strength had been overdrawn, was really asleep.
His head was slightly tilted, and he was sleeping very heavily, but he was very at ease. His slender eyelashes attached to his eyelids, casting a small shadow. Luo Ling couldn't help but be fascinated by it. It was the first time she looked at him so seriously, but
The more I look at it, the more I like it.
She didn't blame Yuwen Haoyu for the child's affairs, but it doesn't mean that the matter was just forgot. She could naturally guess who the murderer was.
Humph, since you want to play, I will continue playing with you.
Luo Ling snorted coldly, and a faint haze attached to his dark eyes.
After Zhang Shaoliang returned to the bamboo house that day, he felt a little surprised. He drank and hangover every day, and felt extremely uncomfortable every day.
Seeing him like this, Shuiyue had to stay and take care of him, helping him vomit filth, and sober up the sober soup. Zhang Shaoliang was sober, but he drank very much again until he was drunk...
For a few days, when he got drunk, he kept calling out: "Ling'er, Ling'er..."
Shuiyue naturally knew who it was, but that person was not the one their sect leader could covet. It really made him suffer. Shuiyue sighed lowly and heard something behind her falling to the ground and breaking.
He hurried over and packed up the debris.
"hiss……"
Shui Yue suddenly let out a soft cry, and her white jade-like fingers instantly spilled out bright red blood beads.
"Why are you so careless?"
Suddenly, a shadow was overwhelmed by her eyes. Shuiyue raised her head, but saw Zhang Shaoliang tearing off a piece of cloth from her robe, then grabbed her hand and helped her wrap the wound up.