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At one o'clock in the morning, Nan Lin finally woke up. When he woke up, he went to report to Zhou Heng. By the way, he glanced at Murong Qing who was nestled in Zhou Heng's arms.

Murong Qing was still in a state of suspended animation. It had been three hours, and Zhou Heng and others felt that their hearts were paralyzed.

"Brother Heng." Clutching his heart, even though he was unwilling, Nan Lin still wanted to comfort him: "Don't worry too much, Murong Qing... will definitely wake up."

Zhou Heng pressed his lips against Murong Qing's forehead, and said in a low voice, "Lin Lin, go and eat something."

Before Nan Lin could speak, Murong Qing breathed out suddenly. Zhou Heng pressed Murong Qing's lips, and could feel the trembling from his body.

Zhou Heng's tears fell down, shining in the dark light.

At this moment, Nan Lin finally knew how deep Zhou Heng's love was. His tricks were in vain. After meeting Murong Qing, Zhou Heng would never give him another chance.

Zhou Heng couldn't stop looking down at Murong Qing excitedly, and kissed Murong Qing's lips tremblingly, feeling the heat of his rapid breathing on his lips.

Thank goodness.

For the first time, Zhou Heng was full of gratitude to the whole world.

Seeing Zhou Heng carefully holding Murong Qing in his arms, Nan Lin narrowed his eyes and retreated lightly.

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The next day, Murong Qing woke up at [-]:[-].

Six fifty is Murong Qing's biological clock for many years.

Murong Qing moved in his arms, and Zhou Heng, who had been awake all the time, suddenly tightened his throat, his pupils contracted a few times, staring at Murong Qing who slowly opened his eyes after moving a bit, he did not dare to move rashly.

At [-]:[-], the sky was still not completely white, and although the ceiling of the cave was permeated with light, it was still much darker than ordinary rooms. Murong Qing stared at the ceiling for a long time before he could clearly see the environment he was in.

His brows frowned slightly, his face turned slightly to Zhou Heng, and his dry lips groaned.

"..." Zhou Heng didn't dare to speak rashly, but Murong Qing watched him silent for a while, his brows twitched, and he tried to ask, "Xiao Nuan?"

Murong Qing's eyes narrowed, but he didn't show too much. Zhou Heng felt a headache, but he saw Murong Qing suddenly raised his eyebrows and hooked the corners of his lips, putting on an evil appearance that Zhou Heng had never seen before, and his voice was hoarse and greasy: "Brother Heng?"

Zhou Heng suffocated for a moment and felt dizzy.

But Murong Qing grabbed his wrist around his waist, moved it away forcefully, and his voice turned cold: "It's fun to be Brother Heng, isn't it, Zhou Heng?"

Zhou Heng's eyes widened: "It's... Brother Qing?"

"What?" Murong Qing tilted his head to look at him, "I let you down."

"Brother Qing." Zhou Heng hugged Murong Qing violently, holding his face in his arms, with a crying and laughing expression on his face: "Brother Qing, you're back, right?"

The moment Murong Qing was sober, memories of the characters belonging to Xiao Xinyu, Xue Hang and Jiang Xunuan flooded into his mind overwhelmingly.

He is an actor, so he can analyze the situation much faster than ordinary people, especially sorting out his emotions.

Murong Qing looked at Zhou Heng's excited expression, and couldn't bear to be too harsh: "Do you want me to come back?"

"It's Brother Qing, right? Huh..." Zhou Hengzhen cried, and kissed Murong Qing's lips in a panic, and quickly hid his red eyes from crying on Murong Qing's shoulders.

He never cared that his Master Heng's majesty would be swept away in front of Murong Qing, but he would also feel ashamed of himself like this.

"Isn't Murong Qing, who lost his memory like before, more to your liking?" Murong Qing was angry when he thought of it, especially when Zhou Heng forced him to say a lot of dirty words. Those memories made him feel ashamed and angry. Heng is such a rogue: "I beg you to fuck Murong Qing to death, Murong Qing who is full of flirtatious talk, and Jiang Xunuan who allows you to pose, don't they please you more?"

After speaking, Murong Qing pushed Zhou Heng away and sat up.

Before, Murong Qing didn't remember it even when she was sober, but this time, Murong Qing remembered it.

Zhou Heng didn't care that Murong Qing wanted to settle the score with him, he was full of thoughts that once Murong Qing remembered, he should explain that it was really good.

Zhou Heng excitedly hugged Murong Qing, who was angry, turned over effortlessly and pressed him under him, holding Murong Qing's face in his hands, his eyes were full of joy: "Brother Qing, you are my brother Qing, right? , I will scold my brother Qing when I am angry, and push my brother Qing away when I am shy, right?"

Murong Qing was so angry that this person didn't even bother to listen to him.

Murong Qing looked at the man who was so excited that he couldn't help himself, sighed helplessly, put his arms around Zhou Heng's face, and said, "Yes, yes, your Brother Qing is back."

After finishing speaking, the corners of Murong Qing's lips overflowed with a touch of arrogance: "Murong Qing, who won't please you, do you like it?"

"I like it." Zhou Heng kissed Murong Qing's lips, speaking incoherently: "I like it, I only like you, brother Qing, I am happy to see you, as long as you come back, I am willing to do anything."

Kissing and kissing, Zhou Heng's hand slipped in from Murong Qing's waist and skirt.

Murong Qing's breathing stopped, and he stretched out his hand to grab Zhou Heng's hand through his clothes, frowning: "Zhou Heng, you are used to treating me like this now."

"No~" Zhou Heng licked the corners of his lips unsatisfactorily, smiled flatteringly, and withdrew his hand: "It's just that I feel insecure recently, so touching you like this can make my heart feel more at ease."

Murong Qing didn't listen to him: "But I'm hungry."

At this moment, Zhou Heng immediately got up from Murong Qing's body, and shouted loudly to the outside of the cave: "Ruizi, brother Qing is hungry, let's cook!"

In the cave, there is only a curtain between the caves, which was just hung up yesterday. As soon as Zhou Heng made a sound, Nan Lin and Nan Rui lifted the curtain and leaned over to the door to have a look.

Nan Rui's eyes glowed blue so that he could see things more clearly in the dark, but when he saw Murong Qing who was sitting up, he quickly took them back: "Brother Qing is awake, is it the real Brother Qing?"

Nan Lin simply leaned over to watch for a while.

When Nan Lin looked over, Murong Qing was disheveled and wrapped in a thick blanket by Zhou Heng.

Zhou Heng was extraordinarily gentle, just looking at Murong Qing's eyes would overflow with water: "Brother Qing, what do you want to eat, do you want to drink a glass of water first?"

Knowing that someone was watching, Murong Qing lowered his head in embarrassment, "Whatever."

"Did you hear me, prepare a few more things." Zhou Heng squinted his eyes and dismissed the people, got out of bed, poured a glass of water for Murong Qing, and started looking for a coat for him.

"Hey." Nan Lin pursed his mouth, and complained to Nan Rui in a low voice: "I still hate him so much, what's so good, I can't give birth to Brother Heng."

"..." Nan Rui tilted his head to look at Nan Lin's stomach: "That's right, brother Heng's genes are so powerful, why don't you give him a surrogate?"

"Bah." Nan Lin immediately refused, "Let me call my son Murong Qing's father, and just kill me."

Nan Rui: "..."

Nan Lin: "However, if Brother Heng is willing to fuck me, I can't think about it."

Tang Lian who walked to their side heard it, picked up Nan Lin and left, Nan Lin protested loudly, Tang Lian said: "You should go to sleep."

"Fucking Tang, let me go." Nan Lin scolded, "Hey, how dare you disobey my order? What do you want? Are you courting death?"

Nan Rui's tone was cold: "He wants to fuck you, Tang Lian's heart is known to everyone, so why ask?"

Nan Lin blushed all of a sudden: "You, you shut up."

In the main cave, Murong Qing drank water to moisten his throat, then looked around again: "Where is this?"

He subconsciously thought that Zhou Heng was probably trying to 'see a doctor' for him, that's why he came to this quiet place.

"..." The expression on Zhou Heng's face froze, the words lingered in his mouth twice, looked at Murong Qing cautiously, and said, "This is... my lair."

Murong Qing tilted his head: "King of the Mountain, bandit den?"

"Uh..." Zhou Heng's throat got stuck: "Wolf, wolf den."

"Oh." Murong Qing nodded, and threw off the blanket on his body. It was still quite cold, so he grabbed the coat in Zhou Heng's hand, and put it on while getting off the bed.

"Brother Qing." Zhou Heng walked around the jade bed, walked up to Murong Qing, and looked at Murong Qing cautiously: "That... Brother Qing, aren't you afraid of wolves?"

Zhou Heng felt that Murong Qing must have just woken up and didn't understand what he was saying.

Even if Murong Qing didn't think there were demons in the world, he would have to react with fear or shock when he heard about the wolf's lair, right?

At the very least, shouldn't he act frightened when he was suddenly taken to a strange or non-human world, and then pull him around and ask questions?

Why is he so calm?

Murong Qing slept for a long time, his body was a little weak, he couldn't stand steadily for a while, so he put on his clothes and sat on the side of the jade bed. Fortunately, there was a blanket on the side of the bed, and it was still warm for his bare feet to step on.

After he sat firmly, he raised his head and looked at Zhou Heng, his eyes were even more profound due to the backlight, and his eyes were far away: "So, your friends, what are Nan Rui and Qin Kun, and what are Nan Hao and Nan Tian? "

"Ah?" Answering the wrong question, Zhou Heng was suddenly asked by Murong Qing, unable to react for a while, he opened his mouth, took a step forward for a long time, put his hands on the sides of Murong Qing's buttocks, and wrapped Murong Qing in his arms: " What do you mean?"

"You..." Zhou Heng's mind was muddled, and he asked nervously, "Know that I..."

After all, he still didn't dare to say it, so Zhou Heng changed the subject: "Brother Qing, can you hear our conversation while you've been sleeping for the past two days?"

"Yes." Murong Qing said: "But Zhou Heng, before that, even when I started dating you, I began to suspect that maybe you... no, yes, someone."

"Why?" Zhou Heng was a little frightened. Is he too OOC? It's impossible: "Why? Have I talked nonsense after drinking?"

No, he has never been drunk. He pretended to be drunk twice when he wanted to take advantage of Murong Qing.

Hearing Zhou Heng's admission that Murong Qing probably needs to digest again, he lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Zhou Heng's scorching breath sprayed on his forehead and hair. Zhou Heng's close-range suppression allowed him to clearly hear Zhou Heng's strong and powerful heartbeat. Zhou Heng's heartbeat was faster than before.

He could understand Zhou Heng's reason for hiding him. After all, they were not from the same world, so they couldn't talk about accepting his feelings. But after being together for several years, he knew better than anyone else whether Zhou Heng treated him sincerely.

Just when Zhou Heng couldn't hold it anymore and wanted to hug Murong Qing and kiss him forcefully to express his love, Murong Qing raised his head and looked at him fixedly: "Are you a dog?"

"Ah? You..." At this moment, Zhou Heng was really taken aback. Murong Qing suspected that he heard the word Yaodan in his sleep and let it go, but the fact that he is a dog is too unbelievable, but he reacted , he still admitted first: "I am, the dog you once raised."

"So," Murong Qing's pupils contracted a bit, and he stopped still, and his breath was also suffocated: "Are you doing this to repay your kindness?"

Because I saved you.

"No." Zhou Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he pressed forward again, his chest pressed against Murong Qing's chest through his clothes: "That was just a chance to get to know you, I chased you because I love you." you."

The tips of Murong Qing's ears couldn't help but feel hot.

"I'm sorry, I left without saying goodbye at that time." Zhou Heng said sincerely, "Because, when I saw those people around you, they were going crazy, but at the time I couldn't maintain my human form at the foot of the mountain, so I came back to practice."

Murong Qing feels a little strange about the words maintaining human form and cultivating, but fortunately he has acted in many fairy dramas, and he quickly accepted them after digesting them.

"Brother Qing." Zhou Heng lowered his head a little more, pressed against Murong Qing's forehead, and rubbed lightly. He has always been very good at currying favor with Murong Qing, and he also knows how to catch Murong Qing's weakness: "I really love you, and I am always afraid of you. Dislike me and don't accept me."

If you act coquettishly, you should show your loyalty: "Brother Qing, I didn't intend to hide it from you for the rest of my life, but I didn't meet the right opportunity. Can you forgive me?"

"A suitable opportunity?" The corner of Murong Qing's mouth pressed down, showing signs of getting angry: "The suitable opportunity you mentioned is after you get the certificate and go to bed?"