After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Shen Jinmo handed the cloak in his hand to Xiao Gao. Xiao Gao took the cloak and put it on Xie Nanxing, his hands trembling a little.

It’s okay to make a small mistake in Xiangzhuyuan, but if you don’t serve Xie Nanxing well, even someone with Mo Ping’s qualifications will be punished.

Shen Jinmo's action of handing the cloak to the servant instantly touched Chen Luo's senses.

Given Shen Jinmo's possessiveness, how could he possibly let someone else take care of Xie Nanxing?

Looking at the two people at a half-arm's distance, Chen Luo's mind flashed with several major events that had happened in Luoan in the past two months, and she gradually formed a plan in her mind.

"Hey, Wang Heng, why are you so far away from Xie Nanxing?"

"Is there a conflict between you two?" He shuttled freely between the two of them. In addition to Chen Luo, there was enough space for another person, Aru, to fit in. "Just because of the man on the bed?"

Ignoring Shen Jinmo's cold gaze, Chen Luo continued, "Wang Heng, you and him are not the same, don't feel pressured, and don't be too jealous."

"Send her away, and do not allow Princess Xiaoyao to enter the palace in the future."

When Chen Luo came to Xiangzhuyuan, both Xia Che and Shen Jinmo took absolute risks.

But Shen Jinmo was cornered and had no choice. It would be fine if he just endured it, but he couldn't stand Xie Nanxing blaming herself by his bed every night.

Mo Ping received the order and bowed and walked towards Chen Luo. Xie Nanxing stopped Mo Ping's action: "Shen Jinmo, this is the first time that a guest comes to our house, don't be so fierce."

"Xie Nanxing, it hurts a little where I was hit by the board."

More than half a month has passed, and Shen Jinmo still feels pain...

However, Xie Nanxing immediately became anxious: "A Ping, go and ask Doctor Cheng to come over first."

After arranging Mo Ping, Xie Nanxing looked at Chen Luo with an apologetic look: "Princess, please go back to your residence today. I will personally go to your residence to apologize another day. Is that okay with you?"

"Xie Nanxing, he lied to you. His body looks so good that he can eat a cow."

Xie Nanxing explained to Chen Luo very seriously: "Princess, Shen Jinmo is not the kind of person who would lie. If he says he is not feeling well, then he is very uncomfortable."

Shen Jinmo never said it hurt.

After personally sending Chen Luo away, Xie Nanxing walked back anxiously. As soon as he entered Xiangzhu Courtyard, he saw Shen Jinmo practicing with a whip in a single piece of clothing.

He reached out to Shen Jinmo, took the whip handle, rolled it up, and handed it to Mo Ping: "Your butt isn't healed yet, why are you practicing martial arts now?"

Shen Jinmo immediately put away the whip, his sharp eyes showing some grievance: "It hurts and itches, it's very uncomfortable, and you're not here, so I just want to practice martial arts to divert my attention."

Seeing this, Xie Nanxing's heart softened instantly: "Okay, I'm not trying to be mean to you, I'm just worried that you might hurt yourself."

"Yeah, I know." Shen Jinmo took the hot towel from the servant, wiped the sweat off his body, and walked into the house with Xie Nanxing.

It's cold in the courtyard and Xie Nanxing can't catch a cold.

Xie Nanxing stood beside Shen Jinmo, looking at the hand rising and falling in Shen Jinmo's clothes, and her eyes were filled with a little more light.

Why can't this hand be his hand?

Well, if this is really Xie Nanxing's own hand, then it can't touch Shen Jinmo at all.

"Take off your pants, let me take a look at your wound."

Shen Jinmo naturally knew how much he should take off, but he had to ask: "Do I need to take off my clothes?"

"Yeah." He subconsciously responded and immediately shook his head. Xie Nanxing's question was full of guilt: "You are not injured, why are you taking off your clothes?"

The servants in the room retreated, the door was closed, Shen Jinmo's clothes were taken off to his chest, and his pants were pulled down, revealing the "wound" that was still red after the scab fell off.

He stood there with his arms outstretched, allowing Xie Nanxing to look around.

This injury has healed completely...

Xie Nanxing felt that the pain just now was not in this body.

Perhaps the memory of being beaten with a stick was too painful, which made Shen Jinmo feel heartbroken.

……

The moon was like a silver plate, hanging on the treetops, illuminating the house.

The house was equipped with floor heating and a thick furry blanket was laid on the floor, so Xie Nanxing didn't feel cold even when walking barefoot on the floor.

Walking from the main room to the warm room, Xie Nanxing sat cross-legged on the footstool and raised his hand to stroke Shen Jinmo's eyebrows.

Since the matter could not be resolved, Xie Nanxing did not force it.

Turning his back to Shen Jinmo, Xie Nanxing tilted his head and looked at the moon in the sky.

"Shen Jinmo, the moon outside the window is so beautiful."

This was the first time Xie Nanxing seriously appreciated the moon since this full moon night was connected with Shen Jinmo's body.

It was a pity that Shen Jinmo could not accompany him to appreciate the bright moon.

During this period, Xie Nanxing tried to get close to Shen Jinmo every day, but was forced to distance himself from Shen Jinmo again and again.

The loneliness of not being able to get what he wanted forced Xie Nanxing to become more and more obsessed with touching Shen Jinmo late at night.

The nothingness that came after the touch made Xie Nanxing constantly analyze his own soul on countless nights.

In the final analysis, it was Xie Nanxing's weak body that developed a fear of Shen Jinmo's strength. Even though he knew in his heart that Shen Jinmo would not hurt him, his body lacked the courage.

Ultimately, it was the absurdity of that night that made this heart distrust that unfettered same-sex love could overcome time and last to the end.

Xie Nanxing's heart and body gave birth to two consciousnesses, one awake during the day and the other indulged in darkness at night.

Xie Nanxing's heart and body want so much. He wants to be together through life and death, and he wants to be unique.

He slowly lowered his head and hugged his knees, feeling confused and helpless, and the soreness in the corners of his eyes began to brew again.

"Shen Jinmo, do you think I am too greedy, and even God can't stand it?"

"Shen Jinmo, if I were born a girl, wouldn't it be so difficult?"

The loneliness of self-pity did not last long. Xie Nanxing turned back from her knees and looked at Shen Jinmo. Her eyes, washed by tears, were filled with determination: "Shen Jinmo, don't worry. I'll try harder."

She is willing to sacrifice her life for Shen Jinmo. If Shen Jinmo wants this love, Xie Nanxing will definitely give it to him.

Even if he had to smash himself into pieces and put himself back together, Xie Nanxing would become the Xie Nanxing who could hug Shen Jinmo back.

The person sleeping on the bed seemed to be very hot. He kicked away the quilt with one foot and tore open the bag of his underwear with one hand, revealing his strong chest in front of Xie Nanxing.

The soft little hand has its own consciousness. Without any doubt, it touched Shen Jinmo's strong chest. Due to the ups and downs of emotions, the strength in the hand became stronger and stronger, and the range of ravage became wider and wider.

Finally, Xie Nanxing calmed down.

Finally, the slightly cool hand moved away from Shen Jinmo's chest.

Finally, the sound of steady breathing could be heard from the bedroom.

Shen Jinmo picked up the clothes on the ground one by one, put them on, opened the door and went to the wing room.

Sitting at the table and drinking a cup of cold tea, the man who had been unconscious on the bed for half a month opened his eyes.

The starlight that once existed in his eyes has dissipated, and only haziness remains in his gray eyes, and it is obvious that he has not come back to his senses.

Shen Jinmo did not urge him and drank another cup of tea calmly until the man on the bed glanced at Shen Jinmo.

Just like the way Xie Nanxing looked at him on the day Shen Jinmo returned to Luoan.

With vigilance, fear, terror, and dissatisfaction with the status quo.