The crabapple tree is fragrant in the tent, and the bright moon is in my arms

He Quan smiled and rubbed her cheek: "Yes, I am not dirty. After all, it is rare to find a eunuch as good-looking as me in a thousand years."

"Arrogant." Zhao Yue was amused by him and rubbed her snot on his collar: "It's so cold."

"I'll go light the charcoal basin." He Quan made a move to get up, but was stopped by her.

Zhao Yue stretched out her hand and placed it on his face, stroking it bit by bit. The warm fingertips made He Quan's back stiffen. His voice gradually darkened: "Zhao Zhao..."

"Shh." She put her fingertips on his lips and continued to stroke his cheek. Finally, she found the key to the human leather mask from the earlobe and slowly tore it open.

He Quan's cold eyebrows appeared in front of her, with a high nose bridge, deep contours, light lips, amorous little mole, and a pair of amber eyes that had been staring at her, containing a wave of succumbing to the temptation, wanting to suck her in.

"I didn't have time to get it just now, so I didn't take it. I'll go light the charcoal basin for you."

Zhaoyue still shook her head, looking carefully from his forehead to his chin, and her fingers suddenly fell on the buttons on his lapel.

"Zhao Zhao?" He Quan's hand quickly covered hers.

Zhao Yue showed a wronged look: "Your clothes are wet, and it's so cold to be next to me."

"I'll go burn..."

She kissed He Quan's lips and said in his stunned look: "You just said you would not leave me, and would always stay with me and follow me. At least now, you can't leave me even a step."

He Quan's eyes became complicated, and he finally gave in. He loosened his grip slightly and said, "You can only take off the outer one."

Zhao Yue quickly stripped off his outer robe, and seeing the blush on his face, she laid on top of him again, with a sly look in her eyes: "You smell the same as me, the scent of crabapple flowers... I always dream about you."

There was a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but they quickly brightened up again: "You know, every time I sleep with you, I will have a dream about you..."

He Quan calmed his breathing and tried not to think about the soft touch of her lying on him: "What dream?" His face changed, and he immediately reacted: "Don't say it..."

Zhao Yue had already leaned close to his neck: "The first time was you... and then you put it... between my legs... and one more time..."

Her warm breath sprinkled on his ear, his earlobe was red and dripping with blood, and a struggle and restraint flashed in his eyes. He pressed her under him and covered her lips: "Don't say it, Zhaozhao... You know, I, I am a eunuch..."

Zhao Yue blinked, pulled his hand away and smiled: "I know, I just want to tell you that I am very glad to be able to dream about you, and you... are really not dirty. It is not your fault to become a eunuch. Don't look down on yourself because of this defect."

She kissed He Quan's lips again, her face flushed: "And what's wrong with eunuchs..." You can become the Nine Thousand Year Old, the most powerful eunuch in the future.

He Quan was kissed by her several times today. He held her in his arms, enduring the pain under him, with a calm expression: "Are you still cold?"

Zhao Yue found a comfortable position and curled up, still staring at his pale lips. After she thought about kissing him, the feeling of being "defiled" by Zhu Dingyuan immediately disappeared, and she clung to him even tighter.

She unceremoniously placed her legs on He Quan. He suddenly gasped and grabbed her legs: "Zhao Zhao, don't move."

Zhao Yue arched his head in dissatisfaction: "Why, you already said you are a eunuch, what else can I do to you?"

He Quan hugged her tightly and chuckled softly: "Yes, but I'm different. Although I'm a eunuch, in my heart... I'm still a man."

He suddenly lowered his head and kissed her lips, his tongue rushing in. Compared to Zhaoyue's lip-to-lip kiss, this was called a kiss. He went straight in and crushed her tongue, forcefully plundering her breath and filling her with his own breath. Zhaoyue whimpered and begged for mercy.

He Quan's lips fell on her earlobe again, and noticing that she was trembling, he grasped her wrist tightly and held her in his arms.

After a long time, Zhao Yue softened into a puddle of water and pulled the quilt to her face: "You, you..."

How come you are so awesome?

Zhao Yue smelled danger and suddenly thought of what he had said about what happened between Xiao Yinzi and Concubine Fang. She immediately wanted to roll out of his arms: "I, I'm not cold anymore."

He Quan easily pulled her back, his breathing a little disordered, his chin resting on her forehead: "Who teased me just now."

"Who allowed you to say you and me? You don't know the rules." The more Zhao Yue listened to his voice, the shyer she became, and she forced herself to save face.

He laughed again, his chest rising and falling: "I was wrong, but the young master just bullied me, and I am still in pain."

"It's you who bullied me!"

He Quan pulled open his sleeves, revealing a half circle of light red teeth marks on his arm.

Zhao Yue coughed lightly: "I didn't mean it."

He put his arms in front of him and smiled: "My young master is not the moon in the sky, but a sharp-tongued puppy, right?"

"You are the dog!" Zhao Yue grabbed his arm and was so angry that she wanted to bite it again.

But when she touched his skin, she still couldn't bear to bite it. She stretched out her tongue and licked it. The wet tip of her tongue slid across his skin. He Quan's expression changed again. He quickly withdrew his hand, pinched her chin lightly with one hand, and said in her confused eyes: "You are a dog, you are a dog."

It was clearly early winter and the room was cold, but his forehead was covered with sweat and he looked very hot and in pain.

Zhao Yue felt that something was wrong with him and moved closer to him: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured? Why are you sweating all the time?"

She placed her hand on He Quan's shoulder and rubbed it, and was about to look down. He Quan quickly grabbed her hand, slightly bent his waist, and forced a smile: "The servant is fine, young master, don't move."

"Okay, I won't move. Are you injured? It's all my fault. You're injured and yet I'm torturing you." Zhaoyue leaned against him, obediently not moving.

As a result, the scent of crabapple flowers on her body wafted over. He Quan looked at her moist lips, which were kissed by him, and his head felt dizzy, and then his nose felt hot.

Zhao Yue exclaimed, "Little Quanzi! Why are you bleeding from your nose?"

He Quan collapsed weakly on the bed, looking at the carvings on the ceiling dizzily, clenching his fists, tears flowing from his heart.

What a shame.

-

Taoxi came in and saw Hequan lying on the bed. She quickly asked Zhaoyue who was washing the towel, "My lady, what happened to Xiaoquan?"

Zhao Yue hissed, "He must be tired. He suddenly had a nosebleed just now and is now asleep. Let's go out first."

Taoxi nodded, not quite understanding: "Then I will light the charcoal basin."

Zhaoyue wiped his cheeks and went out with Taoxi.

"My lady, will you still eat the food Qin Yi sent you?"

"Eat, your young master is so thin from hunger."

"My dear, you just didn't eat for a day. You eat several meals a day." Taoxi laughed: "My dear, I'm glad you're okay. You scared us today."

-

He Quan was lying on the bed, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his fair cheeks slightly red, and he was still desperately reciting the "Heart Purification Mantra" in his heart.

[Wan Zi muttered: Color is emptiness, emptiness is color... emmm, if there is emptiness, there is color!]