After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Xie Nanxing rubbed Shen Jinmo's neck gently with her cheek and gently hooked the black hair at Shen Jinmo's temples with her fingertips.

The palm of his hand moved down from his Adam's apple, pressing precisely on the scar on Shen Jinmo's heart.

If it hadn't been taken care of personally, how could it have fallen so close to my heart through the layers of clothes?

"I dreamed that you were in pain, so I asked Xiaobai to take me here on horseback."

"Don't do this next time. I was so anxious that I didn't eat properly, so I lost a little weight."

“But only a little bit.”

The soft whispers in the ear were so tender that they softened Shen Jinmo's cold and hard heart.

He whispered in Xie Nanxing's ear: "You live in my heart. I won't look for your shadow in anyone else, so I didn't go."

A mere Young Master Ji Yue, no matter whose spy he is, is nothing in Shen Jinmo's eyes.

Using the word "Ji" to forcibly link Master Ji Yue and Xie Nanxing together is a blasphemy to Xie Nanxing.

There is no substitute for the deep love that one person has.

The cold air in the room dissipated, and the two of them went to take a simple bath together.

After taking a shower, Xie Nanxing changed into comfortable pajamas and lay on the newly laid carpet in the study.

He was reading Shen Jinmo's new notebook with great interest, while in one hand he held a silver stick and inserted the freshest fruit from the God's Capital into his mouth.

Seeing the fun, two feet as white and tender as lotus roots swung in the air several times, making Xie Nanxing as fresh as the first lotus blooming in the lotus pond in summer.

Everyone who sees him should stop and stare at him.

But this lotus will only bloom in Shen Jinmo's lotus pond, and only Shen Jinmo is allowed to play with it.

At this time, Shen Jinmo was sitting in front of the desk, seriously marking memorials. His hand was close to Xie Nanxing's side, and he would turn to a new page for Xie Nanxing just in time after Xie Nanxing finished reading a page.

After rolling the notebook in his hand on the ground for a while, Xie Nanxing stood up and sat on the memorials on the desk, stretching out a finger to lift Shen Jinmo's chin.

The disguise had long since been washed off, and his original voice had returned.

Although Xie Nanxing is such an old man, he is still as righteous as Liu Xiahui.

"Sir Shen, which one is better, the memorial or me?"

He tied Xie Nanxing's hands with one hand and held Xie Nanxing in his arms with his legs.

He could read ten lines at a glance, and even the ink didn't smudge where he put pen to paper.

But being so close, the heat and scorching heat can't be faked at all.

"My dear, your grip hurts me."

Shen Jinmo naturally knew whether it hurt or not.

But when Xie Nanxing said it hurt, Shen Jinmo would relax his strength a little.

"The doctor who brought it into the mansion needs to check it before using it, so you better behave yourself."

The journey from Divine Capital to Dingxi County was bumpy, and then they rode back to Divine Capital at full speed. Shen Jinmo was not sure whether Xie Nanxing's current body could withstand it.

He had naturally thought of the extreme, but when he thought about it again, he didn't want to make any jokes about Xie Nanxing's health.

"Oh."

Xie Nanxing responded with regret and left Shen Jinmo's arms obediently.

After slowly picking up the fruit plate on the ground and placing it on the coffee table, Xie Nanxing quickly crawled under the table.

A pair of scissors that came from nowhere directly cut open Shen Jinmo's clothes. The wide robe concealed his vivid appearance, but the delicate and affectionate voice told of his sweetness.

The brush in his hand fell to the ground, leaving a thick pool of ink on the memorial.

Shen Jinmo leaned back in the chair, and the hand that originally wanted to push the person away finally lifted up his robe and stroked Xie Nanxing's untied black hair.

Their eyes met, and thunder and fire from heaven and earth collided.

Shen Jinmo suddenly picked up Xie Nanxing, and without even having time to brush away all the twists and turns and the ink, he directly pressed Xie Nanxing on the desk.

My fingertips fell on the bond, and just as the clothes were about to fall to the ground, there was a knock on the door.

"Dong dong dong."

Mo Ping lowered his voice and said, "Master, the doctor is here."

With a confused look in his eyes, Xie Nanxing glanced at the shadow at the door: "Shen Jinmo, he definitely did it on purpose."

He, of course, refers to Mo Ping.

The heavy breathing that was calming down overlapped repeatedly. Shen Jinmo laughed muffledly and pressed the person who was calming down with his tongue sticking out on the desk onto his chest.

He patted Xie Nanxing's back to help her calm down: "Bring him in."

How can I meet outsiders with my clothes in such a messy state?

Xie Nanxing pinched the flesh around Shen Jinmo's waist hard, and finally could only bury his face in Shen Jinmo's arms, stretching out a hand for the doctor to take his pulse.

The atmosphere in the room was filled with ambiguity that Mo Ping was well aware of. He looked at the man wearing Xie Nanxing's clothes and imitating Xie Nanxing's appearance to act out the frail Mr. Ji Yue.

Mo Ping muttered quietly, "Study hard."

Shen Jinmo cast a warning look at Mo Ping, then looked at the doctor: "How is Master Jiyue's health?"

"His physical foundation must have been weak since he was young, but because he was well cared for, and the doctor before him must have been a very capable person, it doesn't affect his normal life."

Without any pretense, get to the point: "Is it possible to have sex?"

The doctor glanced at Shen Jinmo secretly, and felt speechless.

If he can't have sex, how can he hang a sign in Nanfeng Pavilion?

What's more, the atmosphere of embarrassment in this room may have happened several times.

It's really hypocritical to ask a doctor for help only after you have exhausted all your efforts.

No matter how confused he was in his heart, the doctor still answered very respectfully when facing Shen Jinmo.

"It's okay to indulge once every two or three days, but if you indulge yourself every day, it might hurt your bones."

The word "indulgence" is so apt.

In other words, as long as we are a little gentle and considerate, we can play together every day?

The door of the study was closed by Mo Ping from the outside, and all the servants in the courtyard were taken out.

The hand reached into the clothes, and the calloused hand gently caressed every inch of the skin.

Shen Jinmo was not in a hurry to swallow the prey in his arms. The first rain after a long drought and the heavy rain should be able to quench his thirst, but the person in his arms might faint after two showers.

With a little gentle breeze and drizzle, Shen Jinmo can make the whole night heart-pounding.

The little prey in his arms was served until his eyes were blurred and he lost all consciousness. Shen Jinmo took advantage of the time when the prey was too weak to dodge and began to reveal hidden greed in his eyes.

Xie Nanxing had never seen Shen Jinmo like this before. Even though his body was yearning for him, he was still afraid in his heart.

Seeing the opportunity when Shen Jinmo let go and tore off his clothes, Xie Nanxing quickly jumped out of Shen Jinmo's arms, and ran out of the study in his disheveled state.

She took off her outer robe slowly, and the hanging pajamas would cover the place where Xie Nanxing had cut it.

He took several steps forward to embrace the person whose legs were already weak, and pressed him onto the red-painted column with his backhand, and pampered him wantonly under the gorgeous sunset in the sky.

The sun set and the moon rose.

Xie Nanxing was carried back to the study by Shen Jinmo, pressed on the desk, and destroyed the memorials on the table.

Xie Nanxing was carried to the couch by Shen Jinmo, and took out Shen Jinmo's treasured notebook and read it word by word.

No matter how well or poorly she studied, the final reward was her husband.

Xie Nanxing was carried to the corridor by Shen Jinmo again. The moonlight on the summer night was like frost, sprinkled drop by drop on the wooden board, leaving ripples all over the ground.

The night is boundless and the love is strong.