Quick cure: After the yandere boss turns black

Mu Qing supported him and let him lean against her.

Looking at his fair and delicate face under the moonlight, there was a faint smile on his lips, "I'll let you go today."

She didn't expect Yue Yan to be able to endure it for so long.

Logically speaking, he should come here within three days at most.

But he had to carry it for so many days.

Mie Shi: [I went out for a walk today and heard Ji Xin talking to that sect leader. Your family cultivates the ruthless way. I also heard them talk about inner demons and so on... I didn't hear it very clearly. 】

Mu Qing narrowed her eyes, said nothing, picked up the man and walked towards his bed.

"Mu Qing?"

Mu Qing turned her head.

Ji Xin stood on the corridor, looking at them doubtfully, frowning slightly, "What's wrong with the Immortal Lord?"

Mu Qing's expression didn't change, "I'm drunk."

Ji Xin glanced at the wine jug and wine glass on the stone table under the moonlight, "Then you can send the Immortal Lord into the house. I will take care of him later."

"No, I just treated him for a hidden disease. I know his physical condition well and let him have a good rest."

Ji Xin hesitated for a moment, nodded and said, "That's okay."

Mu Qing hugged Yue Yan and walked into the door, freeing up one hand to close the door.

Ji Xin stood in the corridor without moving.

...I always feel like there's something weird about it, but I can't put it in words.

Xin Xin didn’t think much about it and turned back to the house.

Inside the bedroom, behind a screen, there were clothes racks. This was where Yue Yan changed her clothes on weekdays.

On the wide couch, Mu Qing sat on it. Yue Yan turned his back to her, sat in her arms and leaned on her chest.

He opened his eyes drowsily, looking at the opposite side with his beautiful eyes.

There was a bronze mirror as tall as one person, which vaguely reflected the two of them.

He sat on her lap, almost completely covering her figure, and a strand of silver hair hung down on his shoulders, glowing with sparkling light.

"Well……"

Headache……

Mu Qing's snow-white fingertips untied his belt, and slowly took off his outer robe. Her bright red lips pressed against his ear, her voice was low and calm, "It seems that the effect of the medicine is too light, and he woke up so soon." Already..."

Although Yue Yan woke up earlier than she thought, Mu Qing didn't panic at all.

Even if he wakes up now, his consciousness will be vague and he will not remember anything tomorrow.

Yue Yan stared blankly at the mirror in front of him.

The girl put one hand around his waist, and with the other hand, she took off his robe and put it on the clothes rack nearby.

The hand holding his waist reached into his underwear and gently touched his soft and smooth skin.

The man's cool and beautiful brows frowned slightly, a wave of heat swept over him, and there was a trace of inexplicable anxiety in his heart.

He remembered.

In the past few days, I have been tortured by this feeling a lot.

He leaned weakly against the girl behind him, and an uncomfortable whisper escaped from his beautiful lips, "...uncomfortable..."

"Who told you not to come to me these days?" Mu Qing hooked her fingers on the waistband of his pants and pulled them down. She said in a calm voice, "Didn't I say that if Master is unbearable, come to me?"

Yue Yan bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with tears, and she remained silent.

Petal-red lips pressed against his hot earlobe, her voice was low and beguiling, "I'll help Master, okay?"

Her fingertips slid along his delicate and beautiful abdominal muscles like feathers, slowly going down, and then down again.

The man's slender body trembled, and a whimper came from his throat.

"……Um."

"Then you can see clearly, who am I?"

Her delicate chin was pressed on his shoulder, close to the side of his face, and her beautiful dark eyes held a smile.

He saw her weeping thin lips holding his earlobe and grinding it carefully with the tips of her teeth.

Yue Yan couldn't stop trembling, her face flushed, her eyes blurred, like a puppet whose soul had been extracted, "Mu Qing... you are Qing Qing..."

The corners of Mu Qing's lips curled up in satisfaction.

The room is full of spring scenery.

The man was lying on the pure white carpet. His snow-white skin was almost the same color as the carpet, slightly pink and covered with crystal beads of sweat.

He was drowsy.

A hand took his slender arm and pulled him from the ground into his arms again.

Mu Qing held his wrist with her clean hands, put it to her lips, and kissed his fingertips.

Her touch made him tremble slightly.

"Don't sleep, Master, you haven't helped me yet."

...

Done.

Mu Qing cleaned him up, put on a coat, carried him to the bed, put him down, and covered him with a quilt.

She put her hands behind her waist, bent down, and placed a kiss on his forehead.

Early the next morning, Yue Yan woke up feeling dizzy.

He sat up covering his head and couldn't remember what happened yesterday.

I just remember he drank a glass of wine...

then……

Did you get drunk after just one glass of wine?

Yue Yan no longer thought about it, but looked down and saw that she was only wearing underwear, and her expression changed slightly.

"Already done."

Xin Xin pushed the door open and came in.

"Who took care of me yesterday?"

"Mu Qing." Ji Xin was a little confused, "Is there anything wrong?"

"……No."

The sun was shining in from the window, and the man's long eyelashes were coated with a layer of light gold and hung low, covering the emotions in his eyes.

"You go down first."

After Xin left, the door was closed.

Yue Yan pressed her temples with her white fingertips, feeling a headache.

He lifted the quilt and got out of bed, came behind the screen, slowly put on his clothes, and when he was done dressing, he glanced around.

His figure was vaguely reflected in the bronze mirror.

Behind him is a wide bed.

A naked man with no face, raised his wrists messily, trying to cover his red eyes, breathing heavily, and unbearable desire...

Yue Yan couldn't help but take a step back, her face turned pale and red for a while.

what is that? !

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Yue Yan goes out to find Mu Qing.

Mu Qing was not in Zizhu Lin.

Hearing what Ji Xin said, the tall man under the corridor exuded low pressure.

Ji Xin: "Mu Qing is not often in Zizhulin. She occasionally goes to some low-level classes. I heard that she is very popular outside and has made many friends. Even the third elder's direct disciple Rong Wen She became a close friend in a short period of time."

Yue Yan said nothing.

Ji Xin looked at him doubtfully, and he turned back to the house.

...

Yaofeng.

After class, the monks in white filed out of a door one after another.

Mu Qing and a gentle man stayed at the back and walked out side by side.

Rong Wenshu said with a smile: "Junior sister is already very proficient in the art of alchemy, but she is still willing to seriously learn the lowest level of fire control. No wonder, I have been following the master for so many years, and I am still far behind you."

Mu Qing smiled and said nothing.

"elder brother!"

Under the green shade, a slim girl in pink stood there, waving to them.

Rong Wenshu looked at her, his indifferent expression a little more gentle, "It just so happens today, let's go and introduce my sister to you."

Miao'er didn't see who was next to Rong Wenshu. As they approached, her expression changed slightly.