Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

Si Mo woke up at noon. He skillfully asked Benben to turn on the pain-blocking function and got dressed. Because the ancient mirrors were too unclear, he used his divine power to create a water mirror in his sea of ​​consciousness.

The skin on his neck was red in several patches, which was quite obvious, but no one would probably pay close attention to it.

Si Mo clapped his hands in satisfaction, stepped out of the room and walked over according to his memory.

He was just telling the truth and had absolutely no intention of exaggerating. Si Mo believed that the prince was so honest and upright that he would definitely not do anything to Commander Shen.

"I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong! I know I was wrong!..."

The closer they got to the woodshed, the clearer the clanging sound became. Si Mo curled his lips and walked over. He saw a man kneeling in the courtyard. He seemed to have some new wounds on his body, and there were traces of benches on the ground.

Shen Yue's face turned pale, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"Hey, isn't this Commander Shen?" Si Mo's voice sounded from behind, and Shen Yue instantly became alert.

"Who are you?!" His eyes were fierce.

It was so strange. Shen Yue couldn’t explain what happened yesterday.

Last night until midnight, there was a rustling sound outside the woodshed. It was Xiao Su who sent someone to release him.

But the people who came said that the door was not locked from the outside and opened easily with a push, but Shen Yue himself tried everything inside to get it to open without any movement.

Shen Yue originally thought that the prince came to save him, but not only did he receive twenty military sticks, he was not even given a chance to explain.

Xiao Su came once in the morning. Shen Yue had a lot to say, but when he came to his mouth he couldn't say a single bad thing about Si Mo.

It was as if something was restraining him. Every time he opened his mouth to talk about other things, he was fine, but when he mentioned Si Mo, his throat tightened. He wanted to write it down, but his hands became uncontrollable and he actually drew a handsome portrait of Si Mo.

At that time, Xiao Su's face was so dark that Shen Yue still feels scared now, so the scene that Si Mo just saw happened.

Hearing this, Si Mo stretched his neck and sighed: "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is, does Commander Shen still think he can beat me?"

"If that's the case, I'm willing to accompany you anytime."

After a long silence, Shen Yue loosened his clenched fist and said in a stiff and cold tone: "Will you hurt the prince?"

Just as Si Mo was about to speak, he noticed a shadow flashing behind him. He raised his lips slightly and said, "Of course not. After all, the distance between the prince and I is closer than you."

Shen Yue was slightly stunned, and glanced at Si Mo blankly, his gaze stopping at the position above his collarbone, eyes full of disbelief.

Si Mo stopped talking and didn't say anything else. As soon as he turned around, he bumped into a strong embrace.

Xiao Su appeared in front of him, with a faint smile on his face making him look a lot softer. He seemed to be in a good mood today.

"It hurts?"

Si Mo held his chin and denied it: "No."

"Your Highness." Shen Yue looked at the scene in front of him with a complicated expression and called out with clenched teeth.

"Who told you to stop?" Xiao Su turned to look at him with a cold gaze, as if he was looking at someone insignificant.

"I gave in," Si Mo suddenly said, "Your Highness, I think Commander Shen is very sincere and must have realized his mistake."

Shen Yue was still kneeling on the ground. He turned his head away and sneered when he heard the words.

Thinking of the burnt portrait, Xiao Su kept silent.

He didn't know that Shen Yue, a first-rank general, had such a talent for painting. He had a photographic memory of Si Mo's face, and his painting was even more detailed than that of the hired painter.

"Xiao Su," seeing him in a daze, Si Mo hooked his palm with his knuckles, an unspeakable thought that only the two of them understood.

"You can call it that."

Xiao Su nodded lovingly, "Okay."

"Whatever you want, Ma Ma."