Wang Ye is a Demon

Gradually filling her body, she lifted her waist lightly, echoing the gentleness that came like rain.

The faint pain from the lower abdomen made her snorted twice, and the lotus arm gently wrapped his body, and the seeming pain left her traces on his back.

Mo Jianchen seemed to be a dragger, and took her into this beautiful wave.

The previous pain seemed to have slowly faded, and a mysterious force slowly penetrated her body, as if it could make her whole person look new.

A charming room, she finally drowned in that wave and sacrificed honorably.

...

A remnant of the setting sun shone through the paper window outside the window, and Xia Chong screamed like a crisp song, quietly passing through the paper window, cutting through the silence in the house.

Gu Yining slowly opened his sleepy eyes, and stretched out in relief.

She was the only one on the huge bed. She slowly propped up her body, and unexpectedly found that her whole body was lighter. Without the exhaustion of the previous few days, the pain this morning had disappeared.

She is now alive again.

She just thought of getting up and walking, the sound of the door opening faintly came into her ears, she stopped, sat on the bed, and poked her head out curiously.

The one who came in was Mo Jianchen, dressed in a clean white robe, as flamboyantly as a young man in the painting. He carried the food and walked towards her like a gentleman.

Looking at him, her ears were involuntarily covered with a light red. The charm of the talents just now is still vivid, the whispering and lingering in the ear, and the warmth on the body...

"What are you thinking about?" Mo Jianchen said, and then sat on the bed slowly.

The setting sun faintly sprinkled on his handsome face, and his deep eyes seemed to gleam with fine light.

He is humble and modest like a gentleman, but he does not know that he is like a rascal in front of her.

"No..." Gu Yining removed her eyes.

"Is your body better?" Mo Jianchen asked concerned.

Gu Yining hummed, lowered his eyes shyly, raised his hand, and stroked the hair scattered in front of his face behind his ears.

He raised his eyes again, but didn't want to run into his tender eyes, Gu Yining looked away shyly: "The body seems... almost recovered."

After speaking, Mo Jianchen chuckled lightly: "Idiot."

His tone was indulgent, as if there was some magical power, which made her fall into it, and he even wanted to hear a few more words.

Caixiang slowly drifted into her nose, awakening her long-sleeping taste buds. She turned her head to find that he had already packed the rice and vegetables in the delicate spoon and handed it to her mouth. side.

They are all her favorite dishes. She felt warm, and then raised her hand to take the bowl in his hand-she was still a little embarrassed to ask him to feed her.

But I didn't want Mo Jianchen to remain unmoved, and didn't want to pass the bowl to Gu Yining at all.

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"You are just ill, let this king come to feed you." Mo Jianchen looked at Gu Yining dozingly, like an adult taking care of a child, and delivered the food in the spoon to her mouth.

This is the first time that Mo Jianchen has fed her a meal. It is really hard to imagine that a majestic prince actually feeds her here.

He stuffed the delicacy into her mouth, not knowing whether it was because of being hungry for too long, or because Mo Jianchen was feeding her. The dinner tonight was unexpectedly delicious, and she just swallowed it. , And then another spoon was passed to her mouth.

"Jun Li's shot is really amazing..." Before Gu Yining had swallowed all the food in his mouth, he had already started to praise the little genius doctor.

"The needle is only treating the symptoms, not the root cause." As Mo Jianchen said, he took another bite of rice and stuffed it into Gu Yining's mouth.

He said it indifferently, as if jealous---Jealous that she actually attributed all the credit to Jun Li.

Gu Yining chewed the food in her mouth, her delicate face raised a little puzzled: "Then why..."

"Because you have double repaired with my king." Before Gu Yining could finish speaking, Mo Jianchen interrupted her words, softly speaking, and low voice, softly rushing to her ears.

Double repair? !

Gu Yining's heart trembled. Before he swallowed the meal in his mouth, he choked on his throat suddenly: "Ahem..."

No wonder... no wonder her body recovers so quickly, it turns out...

Seeing Gu Yining suddenly choked, Mo Jianchen immediately put down the bowl in his hand, patted her on the back lightly, and looked at her concerned: "What's the matter?"

"No...nothing..." Gu Yining swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his hand and patted her chest, trying to smooth the choking meal, but slowly came over after a while.

Seeing that Gu Yining was okay, Mo Jianchen smiled relievedly, the setting sun gradually fell, and the surroundings began to fall into darkness.

He slowly approached, and the ambiguous breath rushed to her ears, and there seemed to be a smirk in her low voice: "Ning'er's technique has improved."

After speaking, a layer of light red appeared on the roots of her ears. At this moment, she was really anxious and ashamed. She raised her hand to beat him, but didn't want a warmth in her wrist. The big hand shook her little hand easily. It stopped in mid-air.

The body was gently pulled by a force, and the whole body leaned against Mo Jianchen unsuspectingly, and then a soft, warm kiss made her body tremble slightly.

He seemed to feel her tiny movements, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raised, and the petting voice rang in her ears: "Take a good rest tonight, this king will not do anything to you."

When he finished speaking, he moved his face away, and then lightly pecked her on the face.

"You are resting well these few days. In a few days it will be the birthday of the emperor's grandmother. At that time, you will go with this king to celebrate the emperor's grandmother's birthday." Mo Jianchen said, and slowly laid Gu Yening on her back. Above the bed.

He got up, turned and walked to the side of the oil lamp, carefully lit the oil lamp, the flame swayed gently in the air, and the dim room instantly lit a warm yellow.

He turned around, but didn't want to run into her shattered eyes.

Gu Yining seemed to have thought of something, her eyes were full of expectation, and her hope was also captured by him, her eagerness to try, as if she wanted to do something big.

His eyes tightened, and he seemed to have guessed the abacus Gu Yining was making in his heart.

She opened her mouth slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but as soon as those words reached her throat, they were stuffed back by Mo Jianchen's words: "You have been well cultivated these days, don't think about anything else." !--shg-->