Waiting for the moment when your beloved returns.
Zhao Wujiang pounded the medicine, while Jing'er and sister Lin grinded it.
Time is ticking, an hour has passed, and it is already dark.
After waiting for nothing for a long time, Lin Xiaoke returned to her room. For some reason, she was a little confused.
Zhao Wuyang was a doctor, and the previous injections and infusions he gave her were just for emergencies.
What was lost was fluid, not love, what was given was injection, not love.
What's more, Zhao Wuyang was the one her clan sister Linlang loved, so it was absolutely impossible for her to get involved.
Using the wounded body as an excuse, she was already a bit shameless, and now she could no longer find a reason to get close.
But she couldn't do it to make her calm and stop asking about this matter.
After all, Zhao Wuyang was her first man. He was not that good, but he made her feel good for some reason.
Lin Xiaoke's eyes were watery and she took a sip of wine.
Wine is a cherished thing in Daolian's secret realm. When you are busy traveling and have many thoughts, you can use wine to soothe your mind.
The wine she drinks now is not ordinary wine. If it were placed in the ordinary world, some people would call it fairy wine.
In the world of spiritual practice, although it is not enough to be called a fairy wine, it is not an exaggeration to say it is a good wine.
Brewed with water from the North Sea and ling peaches on Qingqiu Island.
When drinking, you can smell the aroma of peach blossoms, the entrance is soft, and the aftertaste is sweet.
She thought she was drunk and her mind was filled with random thoughts about how to make wine.
The night was too long and cold, and when the wine warmed her body, she couldn't help but think of another warmth.
The gentleness and slowness of Zhao Wuxu's acupuncture treatment and the scorching heat of the detoxification made her heart tingle.
This special warmth didn't feel so good at first, but it was a bit unforgettable when I recalled it.
Especially when Zhao Wuxu kissed and hugged her waist.
At that moment, it seemed that the poison of desire had been cured, and the emotions could not help but fluctuate.
Just a little bit, a trace.
It doesn't affect her at all.
But Zhao Wuxu was too calm, like an old doctor who had experienced the ups and downs of the world with a good hand and a kind heart. The detoxification was just the detoxification, without other charming reveries.
Afterwards, he left without any regrets.
I didn't come back for a day. When I came back, I just said hello briefly and had a heart-to-heart talk with my clan sister Linlang.
She, Lin Xiaoke, is like an ordinary passerby...
Is she, Lin Xiaoke, so unsightly? Why didn't Zhao Wuxu take another look? Why was Zhao Wuxu so decisive and calm when he detoxified?
Didn't Zhao Wuxu covet her body? Not at all?
Lin Xiaoke's thoughts were messy, her pretty face was rosy, she was really drunk, and she was thinking randomly.
She shook her head, her black hair swaying.
She realized something was wrong, and her thoughts were a little misguided.
But as she drank cup after cup of wine, the shackles on her mind began to loosen.
She stood up staggeringly. Under the soft light, her cheeks were so delicate that they looked like an elf.
She held the lamp and pushed open the door.
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Zhao Wujiang wrapped himself tightly in the quilt. Jing'er and Linlang had already left. He also took care of the spear, bathed and changed clothes.
Lying on the bed now, it feels so uncomfortable.
Recalling some of Li Chunjun's enlightenments today, his whole person became much more transparent, and his eyes became much more distant and profound.
Life is not just about the things in front of you, but also about poetry and distant fields.
He can't be obsessed with revenge and the reunion of family and friends. He has to move forward and look forward.
He will pass through hatred, pass through the fog that tries to trouble him, pass through the turmoil of the world, go through thousands of sails, and move towards the future.
"┗|｀O′|┛Ouch~~, Zhao Wujiang, you are really a young, capable, strong, persistent and energetic young man."
He silently cheered himself up.
It doesn't matter what the truth is or whether it's a demon or a god.
He just needs to move forward and everything will become clear.
If you think too much, it is better to do more. To do more, it is better to do it with Sister Lin. To do more than to do it with Sister Lin, it is better to do it with Jing'er and the three of them. Do it together... Zhao Wujiang opened his dark eyes.
In the dead of night, why did he suddenly reveal his true nature, ah, no, why did he start thinking wildly?
He wrapped himself tightly in the quilt again.
There was a dim and dim light outside the house.
He looked suspiciously.
"Zhao Wuyang, are you asleep?"
Soft and vague, with a hint of dominance.
It's Lin Xiaoke.
