Killer at the age of 12: Lying and laughing among peach blossoms

This medicine should be extremely bitter.

How did he taste the sweetness?

Could it be that the guard took the wrong one?

I saw a little medicine root at the bottom of the medicine bowl.

Feng Lingyan took it and tasted it with the tip of his tongue, it was so bitter! [

The medicine was right, it was the guy's mouth that was wrong!

Gong Yanmo laughed loudly and rubbed her hair: "As long as it is a medicine made by a lady, no matter how bitter it is, it will still be sweet."

Feng Lingyan slapped off his wolf claws and gave him a sidelong glance.

She forgot that this guy came from the Asura field, and what she is most used to in her life is suffering/

It's not enough to frown with a sword, let alone a bowl of bitter medicine?

Gong Yanmo sat on the bed and meditated for a while, making the medicine work faster.

Feng Lingyan didn't sleep well last night, and this morning he made a fuss all over again, so she felt a little sleepy>

Sitting there dozed for a while, and fell asleep unconsciously.

Gong Yanmo finally forced out the residual poison from his body>

Turning around, I saw Feng Lingyan lying on his side, breathing evenly, already fast asleep.

He smiled slightly and lay down next to her >

He stretched out his arms and took her in his arms >

He closed his eyes too, and fell asleep almost immediately.

He rolls on the tip of the knife all year round, and usually sleeps with one eye open.

At this moment, holding her limp body and smelling her faint body fragrance, he felt infinitely satisfied and at ease.

All these years, he has never slept so soundly >

It seems that the countless mundane thoughts in my heart have disappeared without a trace>

No scruples, no worries, so relaxed and comfortable physically and mentally...

When I woke up, it was noon. [

The person in his arms was still sleeping soundly, his eyes were slightly closed, and a faint shadow was cast on his eyelashes.

There was a faint smile on the corner of her lips, and the expression on her pretty face was serene and serene, like a baby.

Her face was pressed against his chest, a small hand was unconsciously holding his skirt >