Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Sangsang left the study and went to see Cangcang.

After all, it’s the person he brought back, so he still needs to take a look.

Sangsang came to Cangcang's room, and a doctor was giving him medicine.

There was no trace of his upper body, and his body was covered in blood and flesh, with hideous scars that were too horrible to look at.

Sang Sang felt a chill coming from her back and quickly turned around.

——"If she is really as good as you say, the Monster Suppressing Tower will not be talked about by the monsters. This place is full of screams at night. Don't be fooled by her."

Mei'er's words couldn't help but come to mind.

Sangsang swallowed and felt a little uneasy, "...Doctor, how is his injury?"

Aang Cang was unconscious, and occasionally he could hear his breathing getting a little heavier, and his body could not stop trembling.

The doctor couldn't help but sigh, "This is the first time I have seen such a serious injury. Whether he can survive depends on his luck."

"Ah...it's so serious..."

Sangsang couldn't help but look back, and then looked back again as if she was frightened.

Were the injuries on his body caused by the Demon Suppression Tower?

So what on earth did he commit?How could he be beaten so hard...

Sangsang couldn't help much if he stayed here. After making sure that the servants here would take good care of Cangcang, he left again.

He returned to the study, where Mu Qing was handling official business.

He didn't want to disturb her, so he lay down by the table and found that there were many snacks on the table. He took a piece and ate it while looking out the window, feeling lost in thought.

For a while, he thought about the clan members imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower, and for a while, he thought about Cang Cang's injuries.

The ears and tail popped out unconsciously.

As monsters, they still feel most comfortable in their true form, but in human territory, they have to follow the local customs.

The fluffy snow-white tail swayed gently behind her, and the white furry pointed ears also moved. It was extremely soft and cute, making people eager to touch it.

A fiery gaze fell on him.

After Sangsang noticed it, she turned around and looked.

The woman in white robe behind the desk lowered her eyes slightly, holding a black penholder on her thin white fingertips, which made her skin even whiter and dazzling.

Her face was too pale and weak, which made people panic.

Sang Sang couldn't help but go over, sit down next to her, lie on the table, look at the folds in front of her with clear and moist eyes, then look at her hands, then look at her face...

His eyes are clean and harmless, but they can easily arouse the desires in people's hearts.

Mu Qing tilted his head slightly, with a smile on his lips, "Are you bored?"

When Sangsang met her gentle eyes, his heartbeat suddenly skipped a beat, and he turned his head embarrassedly, "...No."

Mu Qing continued to handle official duties.

Sangsang couldn't help but ask: "Cangcang was seriously injured. The doctor said he might die... What on earth did he commit? How could he be so seriously injured?"

Mu Qing said calmly: "He colluded with court officials to assassinate the minister of Dali Temple."

"Ah?" Sangsang was a little stunned.

Although he didn't understand the twists and turns, he also knew that assassinating court officials was a very serious matter.

The beautiful cat demon boy pursed his bright red lips slightly, knelt down on a chair, leaned on the table, and leaned in front of Mu Qing, frowning, "Then, is the Minister of Dali Temple dead?"

The sweet and soft aroma comes.

The cold white fingertips holding the pen holder tightened slightly, and the woman's long eyelashes lowered, "Dead."

"...Oh." Sangsang lay back down again and stopped talking.

No wonder he was beaten so badly.

Even if he kills people, he still kills court officials.

Sangsang didn't ask Cangcang why he killed people. He knew it himself, and even if he told him, he wouldn't understand.

Anyway, the high priest must not be a ruthless person, she acts impartially.

Sangsang felt inexplicably relieved. She bit her snack and shook her head, looking careless and stupid.

Mu Qing glanced at him and raised the corners of her lips slightly.

...

night.

Mu Qing walked towards the bedroom.

Sangsang followed her step by step.

After stepping into the threshold, Mu Qing turned back with a gentle smile on her face, "You..."

The young man tilted his head slightly, his eyes confused, "What?"

Mu Qing shook her head, "Nothing."

Jingxiu, who was standing next to her, hesitated to speak, but in the end she said nothing.

Although Sangsang is a monster, he is also a male monster, and it is definitely not appropriate to live with the high priest.

Sangsang is a monster and doesn’t understand this. Doesn’t the high priest also understand?

It can only mean that the high priest did it on purpose.

Jingxiu looked at Sangsang's innocent look and sighed inwardly.

The high priest is obviously deceiving the ignorant monster.

It's not that Sangsang really doesn't understand anything, it's just that there is no difference between men and women in his mind, only the difference between male and female.

Because Mu Qing is a human, not a monster, he ignores many things.

The two of them washed up one after the other and lay on the bed.

Mu Qing was wearing a loose white tunic with a slightly open collar. Her slender swan neck looked even longer, and half of her white collarbone was exposed, creating a hint of bewitchment.

She rested her head on her thick black hair and slowly closed her eyes.

The young man lay next to her, his pointed ears moving, he opened his mouth and yawned, and his beautiful eyes were stained with a layer of hazy mist.

Sang Sang looked at Mu Qing's pale face and couldn't help but get close to her. He put his cheek against hers. It was so cold that it seemed to have chilled his heart. He couldn't help but rub it and stretched out her pink little lips. The tongue licked.

Mu Qing's fingers on her head tightened for a moment, and then slowly relaxed. Her long eyelashes opened, and her clear and dark eyes were filled with a warm and intoxicating light like sapphire, "What are you doing?"

All he could see were the young man's big, watery eyes.

Sangsang bit her chin, nibbled it gently, and then let her go. There were saliva marks on it, and her big eyes were full of care and worry, "Are you in bad health?"

This kitten is too immature and does not understand romance, nor does it understand human lust.

Mu Qing placed her slender palm on his furry head and rubbed it gently. Her thumb seemed to inadvertently scratch his fluffy, snow-white pointed ears. The fine hair was so soft that it seemed to melt.

She hummed softly and said, "Don't worry, it will be fine."

Sang Sang was not relieved, and asked in a soft voice, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

This demonic poison is really tricky. In this fantasy plane, the modern medical knowledge she has mastered is of little use.

Mu Qing had a flash of thoughtfulness in his eyes, shook his head, paused, and nodded again, "It's okay, I'm just a little afraid of the cold."

Sang Sang was lying next to her, already very close to her, but after hearing this, he decided to get even closer to her.

Their bodies fit together tightly, and the warmth from the boy's body was transmitted to her through the thin fabric like a small stove.

Sangsang pillowed her arm and hugged her waist, "Then I'll keep you warm, will you warm me?"

Mu nodded gently.

"Then go to sleep quickly." The young man's soft little hands covered her eyes and asked him to close them. "Sleep well to take good care of your body."

Mu Qing closed her eyes.

The candles gradually went out, and the bedroom fell into darkness.

Sang Sang nestled in Mu Qing's arms. She originally took the initiative to hold him, but now she was held by him.

Her slender arms clasped his waist, pressing him completely into her arms. The boy's body, small, soft, exuding a sweet fragrance, fit perfectly in her arms.

His forehead rested on her chin, sleeping deeply.

A quiet room.