Fast time travel: The sick and paranoid villains all spoil me

Little Jiang Si is really smug, she deserves to be praised just for wearing clothes.

But Sang Qimo is not boastful.

He pulled her to his side, squeezed her arm on one side, and then on the other arm, and after confirming that the medicine bath was effective, he let her stay on the sidelines.

Little Jiangsi just didn't want to, and she wanted to shake it in front of him.

But she didn't put on her underwear properly, because her fingers were not very flexible, and the belt that was not completely tied slowly loosened as she walked.

She didn't know to look down.

But Sang Qimo couldn't stand it anymore, and pulled her to his side, and tied her belt for her.

When he looked up, he met her big bright eyes.

She seemed very happy, her eyebrows and eyes were curved.

Probably thought he was being nice to her.

Sang Qimo pursed his lips.

But it's really stupid to talk to each other easily with a little favor.

Then his eyes fell on her lips.

The blood that he smeared earlier had already dried up, like a smear of rouge, making her bloodless lips alive.

I don't know what I thought of, so I deliberately took out the handkerchief that she had punctured before, wrung it dry and asked her to wipe it by herself.

It's really like what he said, this handkerchief will belong to her from now on.

The joy on Xiao Jiangsi's face collapsed in an instant, and her cheeks puffed out depressedly.

At night, Xiao Jiangsi was also very rude, she climbed into bed early, and then lay on the side of the bed obediently.

Sang Qimo snorted: "Did I tell you to sleep in bed?"

Little Jiangsi quickly pulled the quilt over her body.

Sang Qimo: "..."

"Come down."

"Do not."

She shook her head and patted the empty space beside her, meaning that he could sleep here.

Sang Qimo didn't hesitate, and with a wave of his hand, he lifted her from the bed and sent her to the bamboo couch next to her.

He lay down with his clothes on, and the candle was extinguished with a wave of his hand, and the room was plunged into darkness.

The strange thing was that Xiao Jiangsi didn't cry or make trouble, she just lay on the bamboo couch with her back to him.

After a stick of incense, Sang Qimo turned his head to look over.

With the moonlight outside, she could be vaguely seen.

With her back to him, she didn't know if she was asleep or not.

Under the dim light, the thin back seemed to reveal a trace of grievance.

For some reason, Sang Qimo recalled that when she first met her, she was wearing a red wedding dress, with a soul-sealing charm drawn between her eyebrows.

Her strong resentment is because she was arrested and married as a ghost under extreme reluctance.

Sang Qimo knew how cruel the yin marriage was.

And from the lack of any scars on her body, it can be seen that her limbs were not nailed into the coffin, her eyes were not gouged out, and her mouth and nose were not blocked up. It is estimated that something happened in the middle of the journey.

So, either she was poisoned to death, or she was suffocated to death in the coffin.

How much pain and fear did such a delicate little Jiangsi endure at that time.

But after seeing the extreme evil in human nature, she should have been afraid of people.

But mistake him for a good person, so follow him...

After a while.

Sang Qimo turned over and sat up, walked to the bamboo couch and bent down to pick her up.

She didn't sleep very deeply. As soon as she was put on the bed, she automatically rolled into the bed, leaving the space outside for him.

This familiar and natural movement seems to have been used to it.

Sang Qimo frowned slightly, feeling a little uncomfortable for some reason.

However, this unhappiness was quickly healed.

Because not long after he lay down, Xiao Jiangsi rolled back by herself and wanted to sleep next to him.

This time, Sang Qimo didn't push her away.

He just hesitated and let her go.

So he didn't notice that the corners of Xiao Jiang Si's mouth, who was supposed to be sound asleep, raised secretly.