Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

He put her down from her back, hugged horizontally, and looked at her quietly. This kind of beauty seemed to temporarily forget the horizontal gap between them, and also forgot their mission.

She was raised slightly, and the too pale face was bathing under the warm sun.

She was laughing, and she laughed like this in the pear forest. She was so beautiful that she couldn't move her eyes.

He has seen a lot of beauty, but no matter how beautiful he has never entered his eyes, she can affect his mood even with a simple smile.

At this time, a crystal clear white pear flower fell on the corner of her lips, and the skin had a slight touch. She couldn't help but turn her lips slightly and wanted to bite the sweet pear flower in her mouth.

Murong Canghai looked at her lips, moved her head, closed her eyes, lowered her head, and stuck her some cold lips, and felt the strange and familiar breath. Su Yueming trembled slightly.

Murong Canghai leaned forward, her hands across her waist, and gradually deepened the kiss.

This time, different from any previous time, there were no provocations, no intention, no punishment, and no swords.

This time, I took a point and cherished, and I was reluctant.

Her eyelashes trembled in the breeze, time, as if solidifying the silence in the forest, and silently hearing the sound of each other's heartbeat.

Suddenly, Su Yueming trembled sharply, woke up, and pushed him away suddenly. She suppressed her heartbeat, what happened to her?

Murong Canghai's face showed an annoyance expression.

"It's going down the mountain." She didn't face her face, covering the flushing of her face, Tao.

So Murong Canghai hugged her like this and went down the mountain.

Back to the hut under the mountain, the wife had crushed Su Yueming's previously collected herbal medicine with a crusher in the bowl and sent it to the room.

Su Yueming asked Murong Canghai to unveil her clothes, and she applied the cold medicine to his wound.

Murong Canghai looked at her skilled technique, and asked slowly, "How can you understand these, there are thousands of herbs on the mountain."

Su Yueming looked down and continued to apply, "When I haven't returned to Xiangfu before, I live in Qingcheng and do a lot of things every day, so I often hurt.

Slowly, I understand some. "From beginning to end, her tone was faint, without any unhappiness, and no complaints. It was easy to talk about others.

Murong Canghai's heart seemed to be stabbed by a needle, and the pain was almost out of breath. How many injuries to go through, you will be familiar with hundreds of herbs.

He stared at her hand that applied her herbal medicine, and the wide sleeves fell down, revealing a fair and thin arm, and the closure was shocking.

Worm, stabbing on the skin.

He held her hand and rolled up his sleeves--

He immediately took a sip of air -conditioning. There was almost no good place on the whole arm. It was large and small, new and old scars.

And most of these are his own masterpieces.

He used to hurt her so hard.

His eyes were a little hot, and his heart suddenly moved, and he reached out and took her into his arms.

"I won't hurt you anymore."