Quick Pass: The host has no desire to survive

Chapter 268 Young Master's Body is Delicate and Soft, Not Easy to Push Down (35)

Bei'er remembered what he said just now, and the corners of his pretty mouth twitched.

I don't know if it's because of the color of the sky, the light of the evening sun, or something else.

I always feel that his face is paler and more transparent than before.

Thinking that she will go to the southeast coast in two days, is it really okay to leave him alone in the capital?

What if he is disobedient again, doesn't take the medicine well, and his cold poison recurs before she returns from suppressing the bandits, wouldn't that be fatal?

When she was thinking, Sikong Zhao sat up while reclined on the limp body, and approached her little by little.

Bei Er was suddenly awakened by the domineering and possessive masculine aura, she quickly stood up and silently took two steps back.

I don't know when, as long as he suddenly approaches her, she will be nervous and her heart will beat faster.

Seeing her retreating like this, Sikong Zhao paused slightly, his eyes as deep as the cold moon stared at her fixedly, even the smile on the corners of his lips that were originally raised became shallow because of this movement. It faded a little.

His eyelids drooped, hiding the emotion in them.

He stretched out his bony but too thin hand to cover his red lips.

"Cough, cough, cough."

There was another cough, his body shook slightly for a moment, and he fell backwards.

Seeing him like this, Bei'er will fall down in the future.

He hurriedly stretched out his hand to hold his waist, and pulled him back.

If this person fell in front of her, she really couldn't bear it.

Probably because she was too nervous, it was a bit more forceful.

Sikong Zhao was dragged by her, and directly crashed into her body.

He smelled it clearly through the wings of his nostrils. The alluring sweetness of her body was even more fragrant than every time before.

He couldn't help lowering his red lips, and gently rubbed against her slender, fair neck.

It smells so good, how does it feel to take a sip?

Probably, it will be very sweet.

Last night, because of the affair she led, he woke up in the morning and was irritable for a long time. Compared with the woman leading, he wanted to control it by himself, but because he was too nervous, he became the one who suffered in the end. Thinking of this He was very irritable, and he must win back a victory.

Such a thought flashed through Sikong Zhao's mind, his hands unconsciously wrapped around her somewhat slender waist, and hugged her into his arms.

It was as if he wanted to infect her with his own breath.

Looking at this posture, Bei Er knew that this man must want to do something, she was so frightened that she quickly let go of her hand on his waist and raised it up.

At this time, she was a little melancholy.

According to the plot that Xie Lingtong passed on to her, Sikong Zhao's obsession with cleanliness is very serious. Although it is a country where women are supreme, his inner thoughts are that one couple lasts forever, and the men she was rewarded just now all came to pay his respects to him.

He is probably very angry at the moment.

Although this kind of setting is very popular, I feel that women who are fascinated don't want it.

But now that she's in the current situation, it's a disaster, okay?

I got the spirit star ordered by Bei'er, and brought a big medicine box and a big bag of herbs.

She walked into the room without warning, and when she raised her eyes, she saw the royal husband in a red robe embroidered with gold silk, saying that His Highness was hugged in his arms, in an intimate and ambiguous posture.

The big eyes opened even wider, but I just don't know why His Highness raised his hand, what does it mean?
Is it to refuse or welcome?
Ling Xing didn't dare to look any further, quickly lowered his head and put the medicine box on the table, and said softly, "Your Highness, things are ready."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the room, for fear of disturbing the good affairs of His Highness and Wang Fu.

Bei'er raised her eyes and looked at Sikong Zhao, who was a head taller than her, and saw him with his head down, his long black eyelashes trembling, unexpectedly captivating, she restrained her desire slightly, and whispered, "Zhao'er , I will give you acupuncture to cure your cold poison, do you want to let me go first?"

Sikong Zhao listened to her voice, it was warm and soft.

Well, I want to bite her neck even more.

He stood up straight, raised his head, a pair of cold moon-like eyes outlined his expression.

The cinnabar mole at the corner of the eye shone brightly, making that face even more handsome.

Thin lips parted.

"fine."

Bei Er stared at him blankly, and it took a long time before she came back to her senses.

After regaining her senses, she quickly looked away and stopped looking at him.

This man looks too attractive.

Tsk, with the blood of the witch clan, it is a natural ability to bewitch people.

In particular, his father is the holy son of the witch clan, who is extremely beautiful.

Just a little bit, she couldn't hold back, and wanted to throw someone on him.

She quickly lowered her head, covering the desire in her eyes, and said in a serious tone, "Tomorrow is the night of the full moon, and I must give you an acupuncture bath."

Sikong Zhao also lowered his head, and his long black eyelashes trembled again, unable to see the emotion in his eyes clearly, he only heard a faint reply, "En."

only……

Bei'er looked down at herself, once again he held the sleeve in his palm, silently stretched out his hand, and carefully pulled it out.

This person seems to have the habit of pulling other people's clothes, like the one who was in the brothel last time, pulling her clothes to prevent her from leaving.

When the two came to the bathroom of the dormitory, the bathtub that could accommodate two people had already been filled with hot water.

Beier's icy blue eyes looked away with embarrassment, and whispered: "When the needle is given later, you have to take off your clothes and sit in the bathtub. Put medicinal materials in the middle, maybe because of the medicine, there will be some pain in the middle, you can bear it for a while, if you can't bear it, you must tell me."

Sikong Zhao raised his eyelids, his dark eyes looked at her suspiciously, "Huh?"

For some reason, Bei'er had the illusion of blaspheming a boy from a good family, followed her to point to the tub, and said in a stiff voice, "Take off your clothes and go in."

Sikong Zhao raised his hand suddenly, and gently pulled down the white jade belt around his waist with his white fingertips, the robe on his body fell to the clean ground, he was only wearing a white obscene garment.

Before Bei Er could move his eyes away, he saw his snow-white and somewhat thin upper body. Although he was a little thin, his muscles were very graceful. It was not explosive, but had a different kind of beauty. The legs are extremely slender, wrapped in obscene clothes, people can't help but find out...

She felt a heat wave hit her nostrils. This scene was too exciting, and she said she couldn't bear it.

Fortunately, he fell into the bathtub soon, Bei Er regained a little bit of sanity, opened the medicine box and took out a set of silver needles that were shining coldly.

I began to give him needles, and at the same time put various herbs in the tub, gradually the clear water turned into the color of herbs, and the air was filled with the fresh aroma of herbs.

Time passed by every minute and every second, from the original sunset glow to the bright moon and few stars.

Bei'er touched the sweat on his forehead, looked at Sikong Zhao who was clenching his teeth in the bathtub, and couldn't help but asked softly, "Does it hurt? Call out when it hurts, it's fine in front of me..."

(End of this chapter)