Murong Yi

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After Murong Yan was forced to be poisoned by the reprint, both of them collapsed on the edge of the bathtub, completely powerless.

But one was exhausted, and the other was vomiting blood.

After drinking tea leisurely and relaxed, the rested person slowly walked to Chongyin's side, raised his hand and pulled out the silver needles that had been deeply embedded in Chongyin's body.

It's just that each root has lost its original luster and turned into an extremely deep blue-purple.

Zhao Yonglong raised the needle between his fingers to his face, sniffed it a few times, and said disdainfully: "...It's just playing with some leftovers from other people's play."

Murong Ni was speechless when he heard the words, Chong Yin's face froze, and the corners of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

In Zhao Yonglong's eyes, the things that brought them back to life were just leftovers from other people's play...

"...His poison has been cured by seven points. For the remaining three poisons, I prescribed a prescription for the boy just now, and took it on time three times a day. It will keep him alive and kicking for only one month."

After explaining some precautions in a few words, Zhao Yonglong took the medicine box he brought: "Okay, I'm going to sleep."

"Thank you Mr. Zhao." After Murong changed his clothes, he helped Chong Yin onto the bed, put on his inner clothes and covered him with a thin quilt, and then said to Zhao Yonglong who had already walked to the door.

"You're welcome, but please remember the deal between us.... In addition, if there is nothing wrong with him within three days, Jiang Hai and I will leave Yancheng."

Zhao Yonglong stopped but didn't turn his head, his voice was calm, and he stated his plans for a few days later.

"..." Murong Li was stunned, and then sighed in his heart, "I wish Mr. Zhao and Senior Brother a smooth journey....Besides, if you need anything, please feel free to tell them."

Zhao Yonglong didn't answer. After being silent for a while, he opened the door and left.

Zhao Yonglong left, and only Murong Ni and Chong Yin were left in the room.

"...Master...doesn't want Mr. Jiang to leave?"

Suddenly, the man who was half leaning against the head of the bed spoke in a low voice.

Murong Ni withdrew her gaze from the door and turned to Reprint: "...No."

He paused, raised his eyes to look at the pale and handsome face in front of him, and continued in a low voice with some hesitation, "If senior brother really stays, I don't know how to face him at all." Zi Ruo is completely pretended.Although it wasn't obvious on the surface, if he was to be alone with Jiang Hai now, he would definitely be uncomfortable and lose control of his inner emotions.

"...Although I have said forgiveness, but in my heart..."

"Is it still impossible not to care?"

In the second half of the sentence, the person who was watching him quietly spoke up suddenly.

Reprint looked at the loss and exhaustion that could not be concealed on the face of the young man in front of him, and something in his heart was slowly becoming extremely soft.

"...Mmm." Murong Yan smiled wryly, a little embarrassed because her mind was seen through.

After the party readily admitted, the person who answered the conversation suddenly became silent, his eyes were lowered, and nothing could be seen on his sharp face.

Murong Yan concentrated on reprinting for a while, then suddenly stretched out both hands, and grabbed the man's hand that was resting on the quilt.

Reprint's body trembled violently, the muscles all over his body stiffened, and he said in shock, "My lord...!"

His voice was full of bewilderment and fear, as well as faint hints of disbelief and trance.

Feeling the warmth from the palm of her hand, Murong Yan stared at Zhongyin motionlessly, her black eyes were gentle but firm, her complexion was dignified, extremely serious, and she slowly said word by word: "Zhongyin, I like you."

"!" The reprint was so shocked that he couldn't believe what he heard.Suddenly, the brain went blank, and the whole person couldn't recover for a long time.

Seeing that the person he was holding hands looked silent and indifferent, Murong couldn't help but feel a little bit at a loss, and her voice was full of panic, but she completely forgot that the man in front of her was never the type who was always happy and angry: "—I say now, isn't it too late?"

In his two lifetimes, the total is almost forty, and he has had many lovers in bed, but this word like liking is the first time he really said it to a single person.Therefore... the calm and self-restraint of the past also disappeared amidst the rapid heartbeat.

He was anxious and anxious, and the strength in his hands increased a lot without realizing it.

Reprint felt a pain in his hand, and finally regained some consciousness: "...Master...you, you...why did you say this suddenly?..."

The dark guard, who had always been calm and calm, stumbled, flustered and dazed, coupled with the sudden drooping of his head, finally pulled the other person who was equally nervous and expected back to a little rationality and calmness.

He looked at the reprint in a daze for a while, and realized that the person in front of him...was shy, and his flustered heart fell to the ground in an instant.Raising the corners of her mouth uncontrollably, Murong Yan leaned closer to Zhong Yin, and stopped when the distance was less than half an inch.

Murong Yan raised his chin with his fingers little by little, there was nowhere to avoid the reprint, but he still made the final struggle, his eyelashes drooping and he refused to look at the man who was close at hand.

"Reprint... I like you."

The soft voice that seemed to have strange magic power repeated the previous words, confirming that everything was not a dream.

... There was a familiar fragrance from the tip of the nose, and the scorching sight was so clear... Finally, Reprint's stiff body gradually relaxed little by little, and then slowly raised his eyes to meet the gentle gaze covering his body.

The gentle and quiet black eyes are like an endless night, gazing gently and lovingly, and the reprint sees himself in it...

After waiting for a long time for a word, it finally came late on this day.

Just liking...without any promises...but...for him, it was far enough.

The hand being held moved suddenly, and then the other hand stretched out and gently covered it.

Reprinting closed eyes, concentrated the senses of the whole body, to feel another temperature in the palm of the hand that does not belong to oneself.

Murong Ni tilted her head slightly, and then touched those extremely light-colored lips.

At that moment, both of them heard the sound of the heart beating violently in each other's chest.Once, it resounded in the ears, penetrated the mind, and echoed for a long time.

……

"...Reprint, give me time." With some reluctance to leave Reprint's lips, Murong Yan sat up straight and said seriously.

"...Believe me, one day I can face him naturally..." No more heartache, no more hard to let go...

"Master." Reyin shook his head helplessly, "...the subordinate is not..."

"Trust me." Murong Yan cut it off hastily, looking at the man nervously with black eyes, and said the words that came to mind without even thinking about it in a hurry, "Now...you are the only one in my heart."

The reprint originally wanted to say that you misunderstood, master, but Murong Yi suddenly threw out such a naked love sentence that was equivalent to a confession, and immediately choked him speechless. He had no time to control and adjust his expression, and his face turned red with a swipe.

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"...I'm in a very...wonderful mood right now..." There was a moment of silence between the two of them, Murong Yan stared at the red-faced reprint, and suddenly muttered, a suspicious blush flashed across his face, " ...My heart is beating so hard...It's like the feeling of being in front of someone for the first time..."

Reprint was stunned, and his face flushed when he realized his metaphor.

"Hmm—" he bit his lip, and looked at the man who was clearly becoming stiffer and tense under his gaze, but still pretended to be calm, and continued, "...what should I do, I really want...now Overwhelmed and stripped you..."

Reprints are petrified right away.

Murong Yan looked at the rare expression and reaction of a man, and felt very happy in his heart, but on his face, he was still nervous and restless like a young boy in love facing his sweetheart: "What should I do...reprint...I... really want... good want you!"

If the previous words made Reprint unable to deal with it and could only use his cold-faced self-control skills for many years, then the last sentence was such a straightforward and hot tease that the little mask he had just propped up with great difficulty exploded with a bang.Reyin wailed inwardly, with subtle expressions on his face, he subconsciously vented his anger while grabbing something in his palm: "Master!"

Yo, have you turned from embarrassment into hatred?Murong Yan muttered something in his heart, but his face was still ignorant and unable to control himself: "...I just... want you so much..."

With red eyes, Murong Yan had a grievance that made me feel pitiful: "But...the reprint of your body..."

"...Master, stop playing..." Even though he knew it was a fake expression from the person in front of him, he reprinted helplessly and found that if such a weak boy's begging continued, he would definitely surrender in the end, so he had to hurry up and call stop.

Murong Ni blinked her phoenix eyes: "I'm not playing, what I say is what I think at the moment."

Reyin watched him silently for a while, but in the end he had no choice but to lie down and pull up the quilt.

"Subordinate... sleepy. Master... You should also go to rest!"

After all, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The person who was in high spirits suddenly felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured on his head... The corner of Murong Yan's mouth twitched, he didn't believe that the reprint just sent him away like this.Looking down at the person on the bed who seemed to have fallen asleep bitterly for a while, Murong Yi finally bent down and gently kissed the reprinted forehead: "...good dream..."

He sat quietly in front of the bed for a while, until a hidden guard outside the door knelt on one knee and said:

"Master... Chonghua brought it back..."