The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

He Qing was washing the medicinal materials next to her, and seemed very happy to see her tremblingly opening her eyes.

He put down the precious medicinal herbs and bent down to get very close to her.

The warm breath sprayed all over the girl's pale face.

Banshu was instantly enveloped in a delicate fragrance.

He Qing raised two slender fingers and said in a clear voice, "I'm saving you for the second time."

He wasted a lot of precious medicinal materials.

Pan Shu looked at him steadily: "What do you want?"

"I don't want anything," He Qing smiled slightly: "If you want to repay me... take care of your health first."

He clapped his hands, and dozens of maids filed in, "Miss Panshu's body is the most important thing right now. Do you remember that?"

"Remember." The maids said in unison.

He Qing nodded with satisfaction.

He looked at Pan Shu, who was clearly smiling brightly, but her hands and feet were inexplicably cold, "If any unruly maid dares to make you unhappy, just kill her."

Pan Shu said nothing.

He Qing asked for trouble and snorted twice.

After lying like this for two days, Pan Shu also felt bored.

She got up and walked out.

The maid Chunqin hurriedly knelt down, "Miss, you can't go out..."

"Why?"

Pan Shu glanced at her lazily, then walked out the door, "If He Qing blames you, just let him come to me."

Chunqin was afraid of causing Pan Shu's displeasure, so she had no choice but to keep silent.

This is a very ancient and scholarly mansion.

When He Qing and Pan Shu lived there, it seemed a lot more empty.

Panshu thought there would be many servants.

Now I find that she seems to be the only one with a maid serving beside her.

He Qing spends most of his time alone.

In fact, if it were not for the fear that Pan Shu would be wronged, this mansion would not have had a single maid at all.

It was already evening.

The weather is getting cooler.

Pan Shu sat in the pavilion, looking at the bright white full moon in the night, she was stunned for a moment, and laughed softly.

"Why are you so happy?" A green shadow flashed before his eyes, and when he looked closely, he saw He Qing in green clothes. He lifted up his robe and sat down opposite Ban Shu.

"Here, sweet-scented osmanthus brew." He Qing paused, "I heard from Chun Hua that you wanted to drink it."

Pan Shu raised her eyes and glanced at him.

He picked up the jade wine bottle and poured some rice wine into the cup.

She didn't drink.

She held her cheek lazily with her wrist and tilted her head to look at him, "You want this body of mine."

Although it was a question, her tone was very firm.

He Qing's fingertips playing with the Buddha string paused for a moment, then continued to gently twist the sandalwood beads.

Pan Shu chuckled: "Are you surprised? I originally wanted to practice the path of demons and ghosts, but now it seems that it is not necessary... After all, the person sitting in front of me is a ghost doctor who became famous at a young age. I can give my body to you as a In exchange...can you keep my appearance youthful forever?"

She was still very pale.

He Qing could barely hear her heartbeat.

A dead silence.

Her heart has long since withered.

Injured again and again.

But her face can really be sold for a good price.

He Qing is a money-grubbing businessman, and his only pleasure is collecting money and jewelry.

A few days ago, an old witch heard that there was a medicine man in his house who was very beautiful.

The old witch offered 500 million spiritual stones.

This is comparable to the most precious medicinal herbs in Heqing.

In the past, he would have agreed to the deal without hesitation.

But I don't know why.

He was so upset that he ordered the old witch to be driven away.

This is the first time that He Qing has cut off his financial resources.

Facing the girl's clear, bright, and soft eyes, He Qing looked away from her in embarrassment.

His throat rolled hard, and it stung like a knife. She had clearly remembered everything, Mo Dan's betrayal, Emperor Shijun's deception... Why were her eyes still as bright as Stars?Why can't I see any trace of resentment or resentment?

He hated her calm look.

"Don't you hate them?"

"Who do you hate?" Pan Shu was a little confused.

"Mo Dan..."

The girl took a sip of the sweet-scented osmanthus wine, and tears of sadness flashed across her eyes.

He Qing saw it.

He silently clenched the cup. It turns out...do you still care?

Pan Shu became quiet.

He Qing suddenly looked at her and saw the little girl crying silently. He pursed his lower lip in shock and confusion: "Don't cry... I, I didn't bully you..."

He walked towards Pan Shu uncontrollably and stopped when he was very close to her.

Hesitantly, he raised his hand and gently stroked her hair.

The movements are gentle for no reason.

It seems to contain a bit of ambiguous affection.

The girl buried her head in his arms and sobbed softly.

"He Qing..."

Her voice seemed to be born with a hint of magic. When she called his name, He Qing's whole body felt numb like an electric current.

This feeling is very novel.

The last time this happened was the time she kissed Mo Dan when he was seeking a life-and-death contract for him.

He remembered it so clearly.

Even at that moment, he could clearly remember the sweet fragrance on her body.

It seems to be imprinted deep in the soul.

Can't erase, can't forget.

"Huh?" He Qing's movements were a little stiff.

"Can I believe you..." The girl raised her head and looked at him.

He Qing pursed his lower lip in silence.

The light in Pan Shu's eyes slowly dimmed.

He Qing looked at it and felt inexplicably sour in his heart.

He closed his eyes, "Is this important..."

"It's very important." The girl laughed softly and brightly, "Originally, I thought that it would be good to die in that soul-torture formation. It seemed that no matter what I did, no one would love me... But, both times It was He Qing who saved me."

He Qing actually understood what she meant.

Do you regard him as your salvation?

"So, even if He Qing wants my body, he can..." As she said that, she frowned her delicate eyebrows in embarrassment, "But I don't want to become ugly."

He Qing didn't know how to give her a firm guarantee.

He is cunning by nature.

He is used to going back on his word.

He is also used to stabbing people in the back.

He Qing has never been a good person.

He walks on the edge of darkness and light all year round.

Do whatever you want.

But in front of her, He Qing bent his lips and gave her a solemn guarantee, "Don't worry."

Pan Shu smiled softly.

Standing on tiptoes, she touched his lips lightly.

"award."

Her voice was lazy and hoarse, so good it made people's ears red.

He Qing stupidly maintained this posture without moving, his face was slightly flushed as if he was tipsy from a little wine, he pursed his lower lip unnaturally, and the sweet fragrance of her body lingered on the tip of his nose.

She pulled away from his embrace.

He waved his hand and said with an irrepressible sweetness and softness in his voice, "He Qing, good night."

He Qing sat down on the stone bench where she had sat.

For the first time, he realized that the usually empty and deserted courtyard was actually a bit lively.

He stretched out his hand and slowly covered his heart.

Jumping much faster than usual.

The joy that came from his heart made him couldn't help but curl up the corners of his lips.