He put her down from his back, hugged her sideways, and looked at her quietly. Such beauty seemed to make them temporarily forget about the gap between them and their respective missions.
She was raising her chin slightly, and her too-pale face was bathed in the warm sun, which made people feel loving and pitiful. They wanted to hold her in their arms and cherish her.
She was smiling, and her smile in the pear blossom forest was so beautiful that it was so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes.
He has seen a lot of beauties, but no matter how beautiful she is, it has never caught his eye, but she, even a simple smile can affect his mood.
At this time, a crystal clear white pear blossom fell on the corner of her lips, and the skin felt a slight sensation. She couldn't help but open her lips slightly, wanting to bite the sweet pear blossom close to her mouth.
Murong Canghai looked at her lips, and his heart moved. He closed his eyes, lowered his head, and pressed his somewhat cold lips against hers. Su Yueming trembled slightly when she felt the strange yet familiar breath.
Murong Canghai leaned forward, placed his hands on her waist, and gradually deepened the kiss.
This time's approach was different from any previous one. There was no provocation, no deliberateness, no punishment, and no tension.
This time, I felt a little anxious, cherished, and reluctant to let go.
Her eyelashes trembled in the breeze, and time seemed to have frozen. There was silence in the forest, and the sound of each other's heartbeats could be heard silently.
Suddenly, Su Yueming's heart trembled suddenly, she woke up, and pushed him away violently. She suppressed the thumping of her heartbeat. What was wrong with her?
Murong Canghai had an annoyed look on his face.
"It's time to go down the mountain." She turned away, hiding the flush on her face and said.
So Murong Canghai hugged her sideways and went down the mountain.
Back in the small house at the foot of the mountain, the old woman had already crushed the herbs Su Yueming had collected earlier with a roller, put them in a bowl, and brought them to the room.
Su Yueming asked Murong Canghai to take off his clothes, and she applied the cold medicine to his wound with her own hands.
Murong Canghai looked at her skillful techniques and asked slowly, "How do you know this? There are thousands of kinds of herbs in the mountains."
Su Yueming lowered her eyes and continued to apply it, and said, "Before I returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion, I lived in Qingcheng and had to do a lot of things every day, so I was often injured. Huang was not allowed to ask a doctor. In order to survive, he had to find a way by himself.
, Slowly, I understand a little bit." From the beginning to the end, her tone was calm, without any discomfort or complaint, as if she was talking about other people's affairs in a relaxed manner.
Murong Canghai's heart felt as if it had been pricked by a needle, and the pain was so painful that he almost couldn't breathe. How many times did he have to be injured before he could become familiar with hundreds of herbs.
He stared at her hand applying herbal medicine to him. The broad sleeves fell down, revealing a fair and slender arm. What was shocking when closed were deep and shallow scars, like
Bugs, lingering on the skin.
He held her hand and rolled up his sleeves—
He suddenly took a breath of air. There was almost no good spot on his entire arm. There were scars, big and small, old and new.
And most of these are his own masterpieces.
He had hurt her so badly.
His eyes were a little warm, and something suddenly moved in his heart. He reached out and took her into his arms, saying——