When Sang Yu woke up, Chu Yuan's guy didn't come to settle accounts with her. She felt that she might have been worrying too much.
But she felt from the bottom of her heart that Chu Yuan had a deep mind and might be harboring some bad ideas.
For the safety of his own life, Sang Yu felt that just defending was useless, and he had to take the initiative.
She opened the door secretly, but there was no one outside. She walked around and asked her servants where Chu Yuan was, but no one knew.
Sang Yu thought about it and decided to go to the dormitory where he lived.
Chu Yuan's room was spacious and luxurious. There was a slight ripple of quicksand in the room, soft sunlight, and ambergris mist floated out from the cracks in the lid of the copper cauldron. Green smoke spread in every corner of the room, clinging to his sleeves, and the room was filled with fragrance. .
Sang Yu wandered around the room for a long time and didn't see anyone.
She walked to the table, planning to wait for Chu Yuan to come back.
As soon as I sat down and was about to pour a glass of water, I saw a letter lying on the table.
Sang Yu opened it and saw that it contained the secrets of Chu Yuan's plot to rebel.
She looked around, then put the letter back as if she was guilty.
When Chu Yuan came back again, he thought Sang Yu would leave.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered the house, he saw Sang Yu sitting by the bed wearing his clothes.
His clothes were loose on her body, and she was afraid of falling off. She held the collar with her little hands and looked at him with wet eyes, like an abandoned child.
"Your Majesty..."
The voice was soft and somewhat hoarse.
Thinking of something, a dark color flashed in Chu Yuan's eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"My lord, where have you been? Xiaoyu wants to find you, but Xiaoyu's legs are so sore and painful that he can't walk..."
Her eye sockets were red, and she looked at him aggrievedly.
Chu Yuan's eyes subconsciously looked at her legs. There was a faint red color on the fair skin exposed by the rolled up gown...
He narrowed his eyes: "How did you do it?"
The girl felt even more aggrieved. She pursed her lips and said weakly: "My lord, don't you remember? You pinched this yesterday..."
Chu Yuan searched his mind, but he still couldn't recall the lost memory at all.
Chu Yuan frowned and approached her. Just when he was about to say a few words of comfort, the girl had the audacity to say: "My lord, do you have any medicine to reduce the swelling? Can you help Xiaoyu rub it?"
Her legs suddenly stretched out in front of him, her jade-like toes were pink and cute, and her white legs were straight and slender to an astonishing degree...
Further up, the waist barely covered by Xuan Mo's robe is looming, so thin that it can be pinched with one hand.
Chu Yuan narrowed his eyes dangerously, then suddenly grabbed the foot and pulled the person over...
In fact, Sang Yu had already made a mental decision, thinking that Chu Yuan was so handsome, and although he was a bit rude, being able to sleep with him was still a blessing.
Even if it doesn't work, it can at least distract him from remembering the fact that he hit him.
But Sang Yu didn't expect that he would be disappointed in the end.
Chu Yuan just grabbed her knees, and she reflexively kicked him out.
Chu Yuan fell to the ground:...
Sang Yu looked at her knees and then at Chu Yuan, who had a scary expression on the ground.
She suddenly wanted to chop off her leg and give it to Chu Yuan.
"My lord, I'm sorry, Xiaoyu didn't mean it."
Chu Yuan raised his eyes and saw that the shock on the girl's face turned into guilt, "How about you kick Xiaoyu too?"
Chu Yuan said nothing.
The girl suddenly laughed, "I knew that the prince would not be angry with Xiaoyu because he has a lot of money."
Who says he's not angry?
Chu Yuan pressed the tip of his tongue against his cheek. He was now sure that the fingerprints on his face were made by her.
How should he take care of her now...
A hundred tortures flashed through Chu Yuan's mind, but before they could be carried out, Sang Yu wrapped him in his clothes and slipped away again.
"Your Majesty, Xiaoyu is in a hurry again. Xiaoyu needs to go to a hut!"
Seeing her running like a gust of wind, Chu Yuan:...
Aren’t your legs sore that you can’t walk?
