Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1347 Contaminated (22)

As for why there are two Nine Songs, and one has a complete soul, and the other looks like a human but not a human...

She thought, she needs to find someone to ask.

Only when we ask clearly can we deal with the current situation.

She looked at the man with his head down and sighed.

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After the palace lord fell asleep, Ah Li stayed there steadfastly, helping her wrap the quilt up from time to time.

Seeing her sleeping peacefully, he quietly approached her, staring at her with his beautiful round eyes, very focused.

She was in a deep sleep, breathing steadily.

He rested his head on the side of the bed, staring at her seriously.

I couldn't help it, I wanted to reach out and touch her, but I was afraid of waking her up.

She was already very tired, and he didn't want to disturb her dreaming anymore.

So, the man silently withdrew his hand.

He only lightly touched her hair that fell to the side, and then bent his lips soundlessly.

Staring at her intently, she seemed very satisfied.

The beauty on the bed closed her eyes and fell asleep peacefully, knowing nothing.

Yin Ci slowly opened his eyes.

A pair of slightly long and narrow phoenix eyes, the pupils are dark and cold, with a deep and rich black.

The surrounding scene came into view, he narrowed his eyes slightly, calmly looked at the white gardenia on the eaves of the bed, his eyes were dark.

There was silence everywhere, no one was around.

In the air, there was still a very faint scent of flowers, faintly seeping into his nostrils.

He lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and slowly pressed his swollen eyebrows with his hand.

After sleeping for too long, his mind is still a little dizzy.

The reaction was slightly sluggish, and the wound on his chest was still aching.

He sat up slowly, his slender lips were slightly pursed, his eyes were lowered, and the cinnabar at the end of his eyes was very beautiful.

Pulling back the placket, he casually glanced at his chest.

The bandage is already tied, not too loose or tight, and tied with a beautiful bow.

The man with cold brows and phoenix eyes scanned his surroundings.

In a luxurious and exquisite room, not far away is the dressing table of the girl's house.

On the tall hanger, a red gauze outer shirt was hung on it, and a close-fitting inner shirt was folded beside it.

He looked at all this emotionally, and his eyes fell on the basin beside the bed again.

There was a towel beside the basin, and the medicine bottles were neatly placed in the medicine box, with white and clean bandages inside.

Closing his eyes, he sat on the bed for a while.

Then he slowly got out of bed.

A snow-white undershirt set off his thin and beautiful body, straight and firm like pine and bamboo.

Even with a chest injury and a fever for many days, after getting out of bed, his steps were still steady.

Barefoot, she walked to the shelf, raised the red gauze dress with her white hands, and looked at it with downcast eyes.

The phoenix eyes have a narrow and long arc, and the cinnabar at the end of the eyes is cold and beautiful.

His face was still a little pale, his lips were petal-like pale pink, clear and extremely beautiful.

Like this deserted man, his body is unlined and clean, and his knuckles are as clear as jade.

Hooking the light gauze, he looked at it quietly for a while.

A barefoot man, tall and tall, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a thin waist and abdomen.

His cold eyes skipped over the clothes, and slowly walked around the inner room.

The unique fragrance of the daughter's house in the room is faint, if there is nothing.

The whole space is quiet and elegant, stepping out of the screen is the study room and soft bed.

The crystal bead curtain is exquisite and transparent, and the white velvet inside is soft, and a book is placed randomly.

He stood there, his phoenix eyes were dark, terrifyingly black.

Desolate brows and eyes, snow-white and beautiful figure.

The hanging hand slowly clenched into a fist, motionless.

He stood there quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

(End of this chapter)