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

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.

She was raising her chin slightly, and her pale face was bathed in the warm sun, which made people feel pity and love, and wanted to take her into his arms and cherish her.

She was smiling, and she was so beautiful in the pear blossom forest when she smiled, so beautiful that people couldn't move their eyes.

He has seen many beauties, but no matter how beautiful they are, he has never caught his eyes. But she, even a simple frown and smile can affect his mood.

At this time, a crystal clear white pear blossom landed on the corner of her lips, and the skin felt a slight touch. She couldn't help opening her lips slightly, wanting to bite the sweet pear blossom into her mouth.

Murong Canghai looked at her lips, his heart skipped a beat, he closed his eyes, lowered his head, and pressed his somewhat icy lips to them. Feeling the strange yet familiar breath, Su Yueming's body trembled slightly.

Murong Canghai leaned forward, put his hands on her waist, and gradually deepened the kiss.

The approach this time was different from any previous one. There was no provocation, no deliberation, no punishment, and no tension.

This time, with a bit of apprehension, cherishment, and reluctance.

Her eyelashes trembled in the breeze, and time seemed to freeze. There was silence in the forest, and the sound of each other's heartbeat could be heard in silence.

Suddenly, Su Yueming's heart trembled violently, she came to her senses, and pushed him away abruptly, she suppressed the beating of her heart, what happened to her?

Murong Canghai had an annoyed look on his face.

"We're going down the mountain." She turned her face away, hiding the flush on her face, and said.

Thus, Murong Canghai hugged her horizontally like this, and went down the mountain.

Back in the small house at the foot of the mountain, the old woman had crushed the herbs that Su Yueming had collected earlier, put them in a bowl, and brought them to the room.

Su Yueming asked Murong Canghai to take off his clothes, and she personally applied the cold medicine to his wound.

Murong Canghai looked at her skillful technique, and asked unhurriedly, "How do you know this? There are thousands of herbs on the mountain."

Su Yueming lowered his 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. Mrs. Huang was not allowed to invite a doctor. In order to survive, I had to figure out a way for myself Gradually, I'll understand." From the beginning to the end, her tone was calm, without any discomfort or complaints, as if she was talking about other people's affairs with ease.

Murong Canghai's heart seemed to have been pierced by the tip of a needle, and the pain was so painful that he could hardly breathe, how many times he had to be injured before he could know hundreds of herbs.

He stared at her hands applying herbs for him, the wide sleeves fell off, revealing a white and slender arm, and the shocking opening was a series of deep and shallow scars, like Insects linger on the skin.

He held her hand and rolled up his sleeves a little——

He gasped suddenly, there was almost no good place on this whole arm, it was all big and small, old and new scars.

And most of these are his own masterpieces.

He had hurt her so badly.

His eyes were a little hot, and his heart suddenly moved. He stretched out his hand and pulled her into his arms, saying——

"I won't hurt you again."