The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

"..." Murong Canghai lifted up the robe on his body and threw it back, squatted down on one knee in front of her, and held her sprained left foot in the palm of both hands, carefully inspecting and found that the ankle showed signs of swelling.

He half clenched his palm into a fist, covered the sprained area, and groped gently. After a while, Su Yueming felt a warmth penetrate into her flesh and bones through his palm. Slowly dissipated a little.

Then, he pressed down on the bone of the ankle, and secretly exerted force, only to hear a click...

"Ah..." She subconsciously cried out, but it didn't hurt.

"Try to walk." Murong Canghai bent down to help her up, and said.

"En." Su Yueming stood up, and carefully stepped on the ground with his left foot.

"How is it?" asked the old man beside him nervously.

"..." Su Yueming shook his head, "It doesn't hurt much anymore." There was no such piercing pain when he just fell from the tree, only a slight pain.

"That's good, then I'll go down the mountain first and let the old woman prepare breakfast." The old man bent down and picked up the herbs that Su Yueming picked up, carried them in the basket behind him and went down the mountain.

Su Yueming was also ready to go down the mountain with a limp.

"Come up." However, to her surprise, Murong Canghai squatted down directly in front of her, and ordered, "I'll carry you."

"No need, I can go." She instinctively refused, "Ah..." But, she couldn't help but support her legs with both hands, making her lie on his back, stepping on some The rugged mountain road went down the mountain.

"You..." she whispered helplessly.

He arched his back, his back was broad and hard, exuding his own evil charm, she couldn't breathe.

Such a posture forced her to lie on his shoulders, her hair fluttered, and quietly entangled with his, forming a lingering sorrow in the air.

"Ah!" He stepped on the stone, and the sole of his foot slipped. Su Yueming bumped forward, and his hands naturally hugged his neck.

In this way, the two of them stuck closer together.

Su Yueming frowned, but didn't see the malicious smile on his lips.

To go back to the small house at the foot of the mountain, one had to pass through a pear grove, Su Yueming raised his head and looked at the white snow.

Those pear blossoms are dense and layered, like white clouds in the sky, like snowflakes in winter, like stars in the night sky, the breeze blows, and the fragrance of pear blossoms floats in the air, making people's hearts intoxicated.

At this time, it is the season when the pear blossoms are about to fall. After the breeze passes, the pear blossoms all over the forest fall like snow, fluttering, radiant, bright and crystal clear.

"It's snowing." She suddenly shouted softly, at this moment, like a little girl, her face showed joy and innocence that she had never had before.

When Murong Canghai turned around, he caught the unburdened smile on her face, and his heart rippled like a breeze.

Pear blossom snow fell on their clothes and hair, everything was beautiful like a dream.

Suddenly, it is enough to make people forget all the troubles of time, and even forget who they are.

He put her off his back, hugged her sideways, and looked at her quietly. Such beauty seemed to make them temporarily forget the gap between them and their respective missions.