Chapter 23: I am about to be tortured crazy...

Lin Shuang'er looked around vigilantly, but didn't see anyone.

She thought maybe she had not had enough rest these past two days and was a little too nervous.

Without thinking more, she continued to dry the clothes in the basin.

The bamboo pole was hung a little high, so she could only rest her feet.

Just as the night wind blew in the courtyard, the thin skirt was blown up by the wind, and a pair of white and slender long legs loomed...

Ye Beicheng's breathing tightened, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

The fluttering skirt was like a feather, constantly teasing his heart.

Lin Shuang'er didn't realize it. She stepped on her feet and raised her head, barely able to reach the bamboo pole above her head.

Little did he know that with this move, her graceful figure became even more charming, and the bright moonlight seemed to cast a misty veil over her body.

The evening breeze was blowing wildly, and the broken hair on the girl's forehead had already dried, and was slightly lifted by the breeze, giving it a messy and broken beauty.

Ye Beicheng had never had the habit of peeping at people, but for some reason, he couldn't move his eyes away at this moment, and his eyes gradually became hot...

After drying the last piece of clothing, Lin Shuang'er knelt down and picked up the wooden basin on the ground.

In order not to attract attention, she tiptoed back to her room and once again made sure that no one saw her, she gently closed the door.

It wasn't until the door was completely closed and the lights in the room turned on and off that Ye Beicheng walked out from behind the rockery.

He took a deep breath, tried to suppress his inner desires, turned around and returned to his room.

Closing his eyes, the fragmented memories of that night reappeared in front of his eyes, and the scene he just saw kept repeating itself.

The feeling became stronger and stronger. Ye Beicheng's throat was dry and his whole body was hot. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

His Adam's apple rolled slightly and he closed his eyes hard, trying to erase the scene from his mind.

Finally, he lay down on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

I just didn’t expect that those unbearable scenes would appear in my dream.

When he woke up the next day, Ye Beicheng opened the quilt and looked at the underwear underneath him. He closed his eyes and rubbed the center of his brow helplessly.

He couldn't remember how many times he had these messy dreams. He had been avoiding Lin Shuang'er these past few days, just to cultivate himself and get rid of these distracting thoughts in his heart.

But the result seems to be unsatisfactory...

After breakfast, Ye Beicheng went to Tai Hospital early in the morning.

Shen Boliang of the Taiyuan Hospital became famous at a young age. His ancestors were practicing medicine for three generations. His father was also a judge of the Taiyuan Hospital, and he was even better than his predecessors. He inherited his father's mantle at the age of fourteen.

Ye Beicheng trusted him very much. No matter what kind of injury he suffered, he would personally diagnose and treat him.

But this time, the prescription he prescribed was ineffective!

Seeing Ye Beicheng walking into the inner hall in a hurry, Shen Bo smiled coldly and said, "I wonder what illness the prince is suffering from today?"

Ye Beicheng glanced at him displeased, raised his robe and sat down. He first took a sip of the herbal tea that relieves fire, and then said: "What kind of medicine did you prescribe for me? The love medicine must still be left in my body!" "

Shen Boliang immediately came over and sat next to him. He immediately picked up his wrist and checked his pulse carefully, and asked in confusion: "Why did the prince say this?"

He has excellent medical skills and can tell whether there is any residual poison in the body at the first diagnosis.

Judging from Ye Beicheng's pulse condition, there were no other abnormalities except that he was a little angry. His pulse condition was stable and his blood was strong. Not to mention there was any residual poison, which had been resolved half a month ago.

Ye Beicheng said: "These days, I always have some messy dreams!"

These outrageous dreams were driving him crazy...

Shen Boliang said: "Dreaming is normal. I can just prescribe some tranquilizing medicine for the prince."

Ye Beicheng said: "It's useless. I asked your father to prescribe it before. I also took it on time, but the effect was very little."

"Oh?" Shen Boliang asked doubtfully, "I wonder what the prince was dreaming about?"

Ye Beicheng frowned and said coldly: "Chun Meng."