In the first half of the night, Sang Yu had been pretending, trying to make Zi Chen feel guilty and distressed, so her emotions remained tense and did not relax.
But later, Xu was tired and actually fell asleep.
The next morning, she suddenly opened her eyes, looked at the familiar profile beside her, and subconsciously glanced at her body. Her pajamas were intact and she didn't feel any discomfort on her body.
"You didn't sleep well last night, please get some sleep."
The waist was hugged, and Sang Yu leaned into a warm embrace.
"Zi Chen" didn't open her eyes, just patted her back, coaxing her like a child.
For some reason, Sang Yu suddenly felt something strange.
But it was indeed Zi Chen in front of him.
She tentatively touched his chest, "Zi Chen."
"Huh?" He gently held her hand.
"Is your wound feeling better?"
"...I don't know." "Zi Chen" opened his eyes and stared at her tenderly, "How about you help me take a look."
"This..." Sang Yu sat up shyly, "Then take off your clothes yourself."
Cang Yuan looked at her like this, with a slight smile on his lips, but the smile did not reach his eyes.
If he hadn't turned into Zi Chen, she would have played tricks on him.
In fact, Cangyuan can make all these things simple.
Kill everyone who hurt her and get her heart back.
But he knew she didn't want to...
"The wound seems to be healing. It seems that the snow spirit grass is really useful. I will pick some more in the afternoon."
Sang Yu said happily, but found "Zi Chen" looking at her.
She was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?"
"Zi Chen"'s figure suddenly enveloped her, holding her in his mouth with a warm and cool breath.
He penetrated deftly, and before she could say anything, all that was left was a whimper.
After an unknown amount of time passed, he slowly let go of her.
His slender fingers clasped her waist tightly, his forehead pressed against hers, and his breathing was a little erratic: "Don't go anymore, I don't want you to get hurt."
"But..."
The lips were blocked again.
The other party bit the corner of her lip lightly, his eyes as dark as ink, "I'll be fine, don't worry."
"Zi Chen..."
Every time Sang Yu said a word, he blocked her.
Later, her eyelashes trembled slightly and she was too tired to speak.
"Let's sleep some more."
Sang Yu quickly closed her eyes, as if if she closed them too late, he would bully her again.
"Zi Chen" looked at her like this and chuckled fondly.
Sang Yu woke up in the afternoon.
"Zi Chen" had already left. She stretched out and got up, subconsciously calling Zhuiyu, but what came in was another strange little Xian'e.
“What about chasing fish?”
"Zhuiyu was sent to another palace by the Lord God. From now on, your slave will take care of you. You can ask your slave to hear the smoke."
Sang Yu frowned.
Somewhat unexpected.
Maybe it was last night's behavior of chasing fish that made Zi Chen unhappy.
But she didn't expect that he would be jealous of a little Xian'e.
"Your name is Mu Chen?"
When Yaoguang came, Sangyu was playing on the swing in the yard.
She glanced back at him, then looked back calmly.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Yaoguang asked with a smile that she thought was very charming: "Is Shenjun feeling better?"
Sang Yu still didn't answer.
Yao Guang could not hide his anger, but he still pretended to be as gentle as jade: "I heard that you went to Yuxu Peak yesterday to pick herbs for the Lord Shen. There are many ferocious beasts there. Were you not injured?"
But no matter what he said, Sang Yu ignored him.
Yao Guang couldn't help it anymore, and secretly kneaded the secret in his hand. The next moment, the long rope of the swing where Sang Yu was sitting suddenly broke.
