Divine Doctor Poison Concubine: Miss Waste

Chapter 391 Murong Yu Returns

Sitting in the hall just now, she was always prepared in her heart. Fear, worry, anxiety, and recalling the scene of Xichun's tragic death, all these factors were constantly lingering in her heart during those two hours.

"This last slap is for the previous Wushuang. I hope that from now on, you, you can give me back the cheerful, lively and straightforward Wushuang!"

After finishing speaking, Xia Qingge turned around silently, without looking at Wushuang again, and walked towards her bedroom step by step.

"Miss!" Wushuang knelt on the ground full of rain, suddenly cried out in pain, and kowtowed to Xia Qingge's back continuously: "I know I'm wrong, woo-woo--Miss!"

Xia Qingge moved slightly, but never looked back at her from the beginning to the end.

"Miss, let's have a bowl of ginger soup!" Mujin walked into the room carrying the dishes, and saw Xia Qingge was wearing a white wrap dress, half of his body was leaning on the bed frame, his eyes were full of mist. Can't see through, can't guess what she is thinking.

"Miss, how can you just sit here like this? Without wearing any clothes!" Mu Jin shook her head, hurriedly put the ginger soup in her hand on the coffee table by the bed, and immediately turned around and took it from the hanger beside her. A white blouse was draped over Xia Qingge's body, and a thin quilt was covered on her body.

"How is Wushuang now?" Mu Jin picked up the ginger soup and handed it to Xia Qingge's mouth again, before she opened her mouth.

"After you returned to the house, that girl stubbornly knelt in the rain. She didn't listen to what others said. Later, there was nothing I could do. The servant had to use a kind of homemade incense to wake Jing Ming up. He was the one who forcibly hugged Wushuang into the The one in the room, Qiaolan is guarding her room now!"

After listening to Mu Jin's words, Xia Qingge just felt relieved, picked up the ginger soup and drank it down.

"It's getting late, you should go down to rest earlier, everyone has been with me in the rain today, remember to remind them to drink a bowl of ginger soup before going to bed!"

"Yes, I've made it down." Mu Jin's mouth curled up into a smile, and her heart was even more warm and moved. Although the master was quite dissatisfied with their dereliction of duty just now, he really cared about them in his heart, perhaps because of such Master, there must be such loyal maidservants as Qiaolan and Wushuang!
After drinking the ginger soup, Xia Qingge felt a tinge of warmth in her body, and then she felt drowsy, so she lay down and rested with Mu Jin's support, and after Mu Jin tucked her quilt up, she walked away quietly out.

The dark moonlight blows into the house through the lattice screen window with the cool air unique to autumn, and the purple gauze curtain in front of the bed flutters slowly in the breeze.

A scent of plum blossoms drifted in with the cool wind, and Xia Qingge, who was sleeping, opened his eyes leisurely.

"I'm back!" With a slightly lazy hoarseness, Xia Qingge smiled at the corner of his mouth, looking at the face that had not been seen for a few days and still had a peerless appearance.

"It seems that the Phoenix Art you have practiced has achieved some results!" Murong Yu has been staring at Xia Qingge who is lying on the bed since he came in. He took off his coat just now when he saw her looking straight in the eye, and lay down naturally. On the side of the bed, he pulled the quilt covering Xia Qingge's body to cover himself, closed his breath slightly and looked very sleepy.

Xia Qingge retreated a little towards the bed unconsciously, then turned his eyes and pursed his lips slightly: "This is my room, my bed, if you are sleepy, you should go back to your Pingnan Palace and sleep!" said As soon as she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pushed him.

But when she just reached out to get close to his arm, a slightly cold hand pulled her into his arms: "Good boy! Let me sleep for a while, I haven't slept for two days."

The words that were about to retort were stuck in his throat, and after a moment of silence, Xia Qingge said softly, "Why haven't you rested for two days? What exactly did you go out for?"

With curiosity, Xia Qingge raised her small face nestled in Murong Yu's arms slightly, and looked at the handsome man who was close at hand. With such a close gaze, she was able to take a closer look at his appearance just now. The feeling of travel and dust, the bags under the eyes are a little blue, it seems that he has not had a good rest.

Murong Yu didn't open his eyes, but unconsciously clenched the hand around Xia Qingge's waist, narrowing the gap between their bodies even more.

He said hoarsely with his usual magnetic voice: "I never thought that one day I, Murong Yu, would travel day and night non-stop because of lovesickness. I don’t know if the people in this world have the same pain of lovesickness as me!”

Xia Qingge's heart trembled slightly, and he didn't say a word. Instantly, the raised Shunzi was covered by curled eyelashes, lowered his head, and remained silent.

"Xia Qingge!" Murong Yu slowly opened his eyes, and a wave of quietness flashed in his clear water instant: "Have you ever thought about me?"

Have you ever thought about him?Xia Qingge asked herself, although a series of accidents happened in the house after returning home, but whenever the night was quiet, when she was plunged into deep darkness, a familiar face would always appear in her mind uncontrollably, How many times she tried to forget or ignore it, but the more stubborn she was, the more that face lingered in her mind.

Closing his eyes, Murong Yu saw that Xia Qingge hadn't answered, so he stretched out his hand to caress her fair cheek, gently and gently stroking every inch of skin on her face, carefully scrutinizing it, as if he hadn't seen her for a long time, he was afraid he would miss it She looks every bit of it.

"Think about me?"

He continued to ask persistently, but his voice trembled slightly.

Xia Qingge clenched his lips, Shunzi opened his eyes slowly, and looked directly at the man in front of him, seemingly difficult, resolute, and even more heavy: "Think!"

A simple word poured into the true thoughts in my heart.

Murong Yu's seemingly calm face finally became turbulent, Shunzi shone with a bright brilliance, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he lowered his head slightly and gradually approached the red lips that fascinated him: "I also want to You, miss you so much, Xia Qingge!"

After finishing the last sentence in a low voice, a pair of cold lips slowly fell, and kissed him gently and carefully.

The fragrance overflowed and spread between the lips and teeth of the two, and the lips were tightly attached to each other, as if they both wanted to express their love through the instinctive bonding and entanglement of their bodies.

After a long time, this shallow kiss gradually lost control and changed its taste. Driven by instinct, Murong Yu's hand on Xia Qingge's waist slowly slipped into the thin white clothes. Xia Qingge woke up instantly as if struck by lightning. Come over, reach out and immediately stop Murong Yu's restless hand in time.

With a gasp, he settled his mind disturbed by the monstrous man in front of him, and looked at him disapprovingly: "No!"

"Why? I just touched it, and didn't intend to do anything." Murong Yu was a little sad, but the hand that was stretched into the skirt unconsciously retracted, sighing secretly, when did his self-control become so vulnerable up?

(End of this chapter)