I really don't want to take shortcuts anymore

Chapter 321 The sweet dream has really been replicated

The ears and temples are grinding together, and the lips and teeth are dependent on each other. The tightly guarded door of the house was opened with perseverance, and the jade pistil with the fragrance of orchid carefully poked out, and was enveloped by the enthusiastic visitors, and returned to the warm and fragrant nest.

I don't know how long it took, just intoxicated by the entanglement. The consciousness seemed to have passed through a dark and deep passage. The chaotic and disturbing fragments slowly faded away, and Luo Qianhuai's mind gradually returned to clarity.

Yes, she has traveled to another strange time and space, and everything in her past life has become an old dream that she cannot look back on.

No matter how real the scene in the dream is, it is just built on the original memory. How ridiculous. He was obviously a cold-blooded young man who killed people without batting an eyelid, but in his dream he turned into a doctor who treated illnesses and saved lives. As for the unspeakable tenderness and tenderness that followed, they only amplified the deep-seated feelings in her heart that could never be revealed. A secret expectation under the sun.

It was just a dream, and there was nothing wrong with it. As she was thinking this way, she suddenly felt that her lips were extremely thirsty.

It's just past five o'clock, and a faint skylight has penetrated outside the soft tent.

Luo Qianhuai pushed himself up and tried to sit up, but suddenly he noticed something was wrong and his whole body froze.

Her leg seemed to be pressing on a strip-shaped object, and the hand she pressed down inadvertently landed on something warm and strong. Based on the feel, it was inferred that it should belong to a certain man's chest muscle.

She was horrified, turned her head little by little, and met a pair of narrow phoenix eyes.

The pair of black eyes that had always been cold and steady were now filled with a gentle smile, looking at her continuously.

Luo Qianhuai quickly retracted his hand as if he had been shocked, and jumped off the bed: "You, why are you here?"

"You don't even remember?" Mr. Mo opened his thin lips slightly, rested his head on his elbows, his loose black hair spread on the pillow, and lay on the couch on his side, looking at her with a half-smile.

Luo Qianhuai's arms tightly crossed his chest. She is an experienced emergency doctor. She quickly sensed the condition of her body and found nothing abnormal.

It’s okay, okay, it’s just sharing the same bed, there’s no real progress, it’s nothing—no! There is still something different, her lips seem to be swollen badly, is it possible?
She quickly called up the system and glanced at the reward storage interface. Sure enough, it was empty.

Therefore, the system's so-called dream come true is to whet people's appetites and fully expect to get some tangible benefits. In the end, what they get is this kind of unreliable and bloody plot.

Her disappointment was palpable, and her words were naturally inaudible:
"Although I don't know why the young master appears here, it is not the behavior of a gentleman to enter the boudoir late at night."

Mr. Mo's expression froze slightly, and he coughed slightly before saying, "I was in such a hurry that day, and Mo still had many things he wanted to ask Mrs. Luo, so I came here uninvited."

Luo Qianhuai sneered: "It's not a problem for me to come to see my subordinates when I have something to do. Even if I stay at home late at night, it's just to avoid leaking the news. But sharing the same bed with my subordinates is a bit too much, right?"

She fully thought that someone like Mr. Mo would be so angry and walk away after hearing such a straightforward reproach.

Unexpectedly, there was no hesitation on the other side's face, and the smile in his eyes deepened: "Yin Yin, you haven't forgotten everything about last night, have you?"

"What happened last night?" Luo Qianhuai suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

The scenes of the drunken dream were quickly reassembled in her mind. It was she who took the hand and dragged the person onto the bed. The other person seemed to struggle slightly, but he was hugged tightly by her. Could it be that a dream comes true when what happened in the dream is perfectly reproduced? Carved into a dream
Luo Qianhuai suddenly felt despair, and his eyes became flickering: "Forget it, it has happened anyway, and there is no point in worrying about it. The master has to deal with many things every day, and I will not keep you here."

Mr. Mo smiled slightly, got up and got off the ground, tied the belt of his middle coat slowly, and then leaned down to pick up the deep coat that fell on the carpet.

Luo Qianhuai calmed down and thought that he was really ready to leave. Then he breathed a sigh of relief and asked about another thing: "By the way, I heard from people in the past few days that there are rules for burials in the palace." ——Si Meiren. Is she okay?”

"Thanks to your blessing, because of the inheritance of the imperial edict, the new emperor was very kind to her. He specially gave her the title of concubine and granted her residence in Changle Palace. The remaining nearly a thousand childless concubines in the palace have all died." Mo. The young master said calmly: "She can save her life, so she should thank you very much."

Luo Qianhuai didn't expect that the rumors were true. She frowned: "The burial system is backward and cruel and should not exist in the world at all."

Mr. Mo didn't think so: "It's all the laws of our ancestors. The late emperor had to serve his guests, and there must be someone to wait on them."

"But no living person has truly seen the world after death. In fact, when a person dies, there is nothing left. Forcing people to die in burial has no use except increasing the emperor's sins."

"Maybe you are right. But this kind of thing is not something I can change now." Mr. Mo said.

"Yes." Luo Qianhuai picked up the girdle thrown on the corner of the bed and handed it to him. Mr. Mo refused to accept it, but opened his arms and motioned for her to tie it for him.

Luo Qianhuai rolled his eyes secretly. But when she thought about the fact that she still held the title of Mr. Mo's personal guard, she shouldn't refuse this trivial matter. Moreover, she wanted to send this great master away quickly so that she could sort out her chaotic thoughts.

So she showed a businesslike smile, unfolded the girdle, and tried to help Mr. Mo tie it. His arms were wrapped around Mr. Mo's waist. There was not even a trace of fat between the waist and abdomen, and it was tight, firm and full of warmth.

Luo Qianhuai's fingertips were shaking inexplicably. He tried several times but could not find the right buckle.

At this moment, Xingjiu gently pushed the door open and entered. When he saw the scene in the room, his eyes widened in surprise.

Luo Qianhuai immediately let go of his hand, letting the girdle fall directly to the ground, and then quickly took a few steps back, trying to distance himself from someone.

But Mr. Mo seemed to have taken the wrong medicine. He did not shy away from Xing Jiu's gaze and directly pulled her into his arms, while giving Xing Jiu a faint glance.

Xing Jiu then woke up as if from a dream: "My subordinates didn't see anything!"

She quickly jumped back and was about to close the door.

"I will accompany Mrs. Luo to eat the morning meal." Mr. Mo said in a dignified voice.

"My subordinates understand and must be well prepared!"

Before Luo Qianhuai could say a word, Xingjiu disappeared immediately, and he thoughtfully closed the door tightly before leaving.