Madam is a Superstar

Upstairs, room,

Listening to the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom, Song Qing felt quite panicked to be honest, thinking like this,

But my body still walked towards the soft big bed honestly, opened the drawer of the bedside table,

The sight of a neat row of necessities and the gorgeous French manicure on my fingertips instantly froze.

She clearly remembered that in the middle of the night last night, there was obviously only one left...

How about running away?

She escaped death last night. She originally thought she would survive the disaster, but now it seems that she is ready to let her die this afternoon?

"Button."

There was a knock on the bedroom door from outside. Song Qing pushed the drawer back and coughed lightly to hide her guilt.

The door opened, and it was Aunt Wu who was carrying the family's spare medicine box. She was stunned for a moment, with a look of confusion on her face.

"Madam, sir asked me to bring this up. Are you injured somewhere or is sir injured?"

Seeing Madam's doubts, Aunt Wu opened her mouth to explain at the right time, her words worried and unadulterated.

Injuried?

Song Qing frowned lightly, took the medicine box and simply replied without saying anything more,

Aunt Wu was not someone who liked to ask questions, so she sent the medicine box and went downstairs to do her own business.

About six minutes later, the bathroom door opened.

The man with perfect body proportions wore a black bath towel and nothing else.

There is no doubt that he is full of hormones. Seeing Song Qing staring at him, his pursed lips curled up in a happy arc. He obviously enjoyed such a gaze.

Like a ferocious male lion, a carnivore on the grassland, he is showing off his strong body to his beloved female.

It’s a rare occasion,

Song Qing understood what this man was expressing at this moment from the face of Huo Don, who was usually indifferent to emotions and anger.

If she hadn't seen the bruises on her knees, maybe she would have complimented her on her cuteness and taken the initiative.

It's different now. Her beautiful face sank slightly, and she patted the mattress with her hands.

"come over."

Huo Yu followed the woman's gaze and saw that the knee of his right leg was slightly bruised. He walked over meekly without saying anything.

Next, one person opened the medicine box and squatted down to apply the ointment, while the other person looked at it quietly.

The curtains were not closed, the summer sun was dazzling, and the bedroom was bright.

"Qingqing."

"Um?"

Song Qing bent her knees and half squatted, lowered her head, and focused her eyes on the bruises on the man's knees.

So much so that he didn't realize that Huo Yu's expression was so secretive at the moment, so he responded instinctively, only to hear the man above him sigh,

"Qingqing told me before that I was Nangong Yu, but now I kind of believe it."

Song Qing's fingertips applying the ointment paused, and then someone answered as if nothing happened, with a careless voice,

"Why did you say that suddenly?"

Huo Yu didn't answer immediately. He only waited for Song Qing to stand up and stretched out his arms to take the woman over and hold her in his arms.

The high and straight bridge of his nose rubbed against the soft and fragrant neck, and he covered it with a warm kiss before speaking,

"Just now when Qingqing was applying ointment on me, some similar scenes flashed through my mind, but they were on a snowy day, as if they were in the palace.

We are all still wearing ancient costumes, and we seem to be only eight or nine years old. Do you think it’s strange? "

"Is there really a past life and a present life? I remember that when we first met, Qingqing called me the emperor, so Qingqing was also my wife and my queen in the previous life, huh?"

In a half-joking tone, Huo Yu kissed half of the woman's face in his arms, feeling pretty good about this recognition.

"no."

Song Qing's voice was stiff, her whole body was stiff, and she didn't even have the courage to turn around.

"I'm not your queen. You don't have a queen yet, but there are many women in the harem."

"I am a priest, your minister."

Song Qing could clearly feel the stiff body of the man holding her behind him.

Then the restraint between the waist and limbs became tighter, and the snow-white shoulders and neck felt numb.

It was caused by the sharp black hair brushing past, and a hoarse sound sounded in my ears,

"Then don't do it. This life is good. I just want Qingqing to be my wife."

Song Qing opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the words that you didn't like me in Dayuan. His obscure emotions kept fermenting.

"I'm going to take a shower."

He instinctively wanted to escape. Unlike Huo Yu, he sweated profusely in the boxing gym for more than two hours.

After coming back, I had already gone upstairs to take a shower. My intention of escaping was too obvious.

The force around the waist became tighter, the red lips were pursed unexpectedly, and he drove straight in with strong possession,

Song Qing went from being unresponsive at first to the reluctance deep in her heart that kept stimulating her rebellion.

Arousing a strong Qi that has no origin, the Qi of breaking a jar and smashing it,

Two boneless arms clung to the man's shoulders, responding enthusiastically and counterattacking.

"Qingqing."

Huo Yu was actually docile. He took the initiative to surrender and cooperated step by step. His mellow voice lingered in his ears, comparable to a love charm.

The switch for the curtains was set within easy reach beside the big bed. I don’t know who pressed it in the end.

It was not turned on again all afternoon, and the bright light in the room was sometimes soft and sometimes intense. It was an emotional catharsis.

…

Song Qing didn't know when it ended, let alone how she got up to have dinner.

Anyway, it was already the next day when I woke up. I went into the bathroom to wash up briefly and then came out.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it's 10:20. My long, fair legs under the loose T-shirt feel weak and I'm unsteady.

Recalling her behavior as a queen seeking death yesterday, Song Qing twitched her lips and sat back down on the soft bed.

The bed sheets had obviously been changed. After sitting calmly for a while, I reached out for my charging phone and clicked on WeChat to find the sweet-loving old woman.

Dayuan’s Second Magic Stick [Master, the Emperor is probably about to recover his memory. 】

The nail tip paused on the keyboard. Song Qing's beautiful eyes flashed with a complicated expression, and she typed another line of words:

[Or, the memory has been restored. 】

After uttering this sentence, Song Qing threw herself on the big bed and stared at the ceiling in trance.

It's recovered, right?

Otherwise, he shouldn't have reacted like that yesterday. He shouldn't have hugged her so tightly when she said she was going to take a shower and wanted to escape.

Without memory, Donor Huo would only feel strange and wonder why he was depressed.

Now that the memory has been restored, why is the look in his eyes still so affectionate when he looks at himself? Nangong Yu, shouldn't...

Completely empty state, motionless,

After a long time, Song Qing closed her eyes and raised her hand to pinch the center of her eyebrows. She was probably crazy. She clearly had this understanding in her heart at that moment.

But she still had sex with Nangong Yu. She was crazy, really crazy. What was she doing?

Do you really want to enter the harem in the future and compete with those women for Nangong Yu?

Once some boundaries are crossed, it is difficult to regain them.

I was completely immersed in my own thoughts, so much so that I didn’t have any doubts about Miaoshui’s delay in responding.

In the antique shop in the antique city, it turned out that the old woman was happily eating canned snow pear.

When I opened WeChat and saw this sentence sent by my good disciple, my hands shook and the sweet pear chunks in my mouth immediately turned bitter.

The old woman looked sad and felt even more miserable, "Oh, it's only been a day, what happened to Nangong's child?"