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

Ningzhu Pavilion.

Tao Xi propped up her head: "My lady, it's time to rest..."

Zhao Yue put down the things: "Are you still not awake?"

"No, but I can't seem to open my eyes." Taoxi pinched her face and acted coquettishly to her.

Zhao Yue tapped her forehead and said, "You, go to sleep. Your saliva is about to drip onto the floor."

Taoxi nodded embarrassedly and took the empty bowl away.

Finally, there was silence all around, leaving only the sound of wind and rain outside. Zhaoyue looked at the door and went in quietly.

It was already against the rules for He Quan to sleep in her room, and it would be even more outrageous if she stayed in there with him.

As a result, he really slept for that long.

Zhaoyue lit a candle, but found the room empty. She touched the bed and it was still warm, indicating that someone had just left.

Why did you leave by yourself?

She thought for a while, changed into ordinary clothes, took off all the pearl hairpins on her head, leaving only a pair of emerald green earrings, opened the door, looked outside, and ran to the side hall.

He Quan was very close to her room, but also very close to Taoxi.

When she pushed open the door, she felt a little panicked for some reason.

His room was simply furnished and quiet, with only the sound of washing coming from behind. Zhao Yue had a sly smile in her eyes. She took off her shoes and walked towards him step by step.

Through the screen and clothes hanger, surrounded by mist, one could only vaguely see his fair, broad shoulders and narrow waist, with his hair tied up high.

Zhaoyue wanted to tease him, so she secretly took off his clothes and saw a long white bandage inside. She wondered if he was injured. She turned his clothes over again, but there was no bloodstain.

She crouched down and slowly crouched behind his barrel, ready to stand up and give him a scare when he turned around.

But He Quan seemed to be really injured, and he let out a suppressed groan, which sounded like pain and pleasure, but how could he be happy when he was injured?

Zhao Yue stood up suddenly: "Xiao Quanzi! Are you hurt?"

He Quan, who was facing away from her, stiffened his back, his arms stretched forward, holding something in front of him. His body trembled, and a strange low gasp escaped from his throat. He suddenly buried his entire body in the wooden barrel, splashing water and wetting Zhao Yue's hair.

He Quan's voice was hoarser than usual, and seemed to be trembling slightly: "My young master, you...you go out first."

Zhao Yue was confused: "What's wrong with you? Are you injured? Turn around!"

He Quan was silent. When she reached out her hand and touched the skin on his shoulder, he immediately turned around and pressed tightly against the wooden barrel. His cold lotus eyes had red corners and it was hard to tell whether the beads on his forehead were sweat or water.

He stared straight at Zhaoyue, his eyes were rolling with waves, dark as if a storm was coming, flashing with a strange luster, dark and aggression, as if he wanted to tear her into his belly.

Something is wrong.

Zhao Yue swallowed her saliva and said nervously: "I, I...you wash first."

She turned to leave, but He Quan grabbed her wrist and they faced each other. The vapor in the bucket diffused between their nostrils, making them feel even hotter.

Zhao Yue held his breath: "Well, I just wanted to play a joke on you."

He Quan lowered his eyes and glimpsed her snow-white feet, and pinched them even tighter: "My clothes are not in order, my lady, please wait for me outside, okay."

"Well, well... I'll get you the clothes." Zhao Yue quickly handed him his things and ran away like a rabbit.

He Quan took the clothes, stood up, and seeing that he was "full of energy" again, he resigned himself to putting on the belt, tighter than usual. The pain came in an instant, and his face turned pale. After a while, he finally put on the clothes.

He sighed in his heart, this was truly his doom.

But he enjoyed it.

Zhaoyue sat obediently on his bed and smiled when she saw him come out.

He Quan brought hot water and put her feet in it.

He didn't say anything. Zhao Yue looked at his lowered, chiseled face and said, "I didn't see anything clearly. Don't be angry."

He Quan rubbed her feet, wiped them clean with a towel, and put them in the quilt: "I am not angry. If I am angry, it is because you ignored my words and didn't wear shoes."

Zhao Yue stuck out her tongue and pulled him up: "You were wrong, you will dare to do it again next time."

"..." He Quan hugged her and found that she was particularly clingy today: "Young Master, can't you sleep?"

"Why did you leave without saying a word?"

He Quan's cheeks flushed, thinking of his nosebleed: "Slave, I feel uncomfortable because of sweating, I want to wash up before going to see the young master."

"Are you really not hurt?" Zhao Yue stretched out her hand in his arms and rubbed his chest.

He Quan held her hand and said, "No, the slave is not injured."

"Then why do you need a bandage?" Zhao Yue didn't give up and was about to poke his stomach again.

He Quan looked at her seductive fox eyes in confusion, his mind racing with thoughts and he was speechless for a moment.

"I really didn't see clearly. Are you afraid that I will see your body? I'm really not that kind of person. I won't think you have any flaws." Zhao Yue said seriously, with a serious face: "I will never look down on you."

He Quan was amused by her and hugged her tightly: "I know, but I... Anyway, I am not injured. The bandage is wrapped around my arm. My lady knows that I practice martial arts."

"I see." Zhao Yue suddenly realized: "If you are injured, you are not allowed to hide it from me."

"Okay, I won't hide it from you, young master."

Zhao Yue smelled the scent that made her feel at ease, belonging to He Quan, and suddenly her face turned a little red: "Little Quan."

"what happened?"

"Does it hurt every time you go to the toilet?"

"...?"

The smile on He Quan's lips froze, and under her curious gaze he spoke with difficulty: "It's okay, I'm used to it."

Zhao Yue touched his arm distressedly: "The book says that some can grow out, is that true?"

"..." He Quan covered her lips: "My lady, don't say these things. It's dirtying your mouth."

Zhao Yue was afraid that he would look down on her, feel inferior, develop terrible thoughts and go astray, and finally become the cruel and ruthless demon Jiu Qiansui in the previous life.

She pulled He Quan's hand off: "Little Quan, this is not dirty, you have to accept yourself from the bottom of your heart."

Zhao Yue held his palm with her warm fingers: "Just saying, even if you let me see it, I won't despise you in the slightest. I swear to heaven."

He Quan quickly grabbed her raised hand, with a mischievous smile in his eyes. How could he not notice that Zhao Zhao was so foolish about this matter? She seemed very worried that he would feel that he was not worthy of her because of this matter and leave her.

Unfortunately, he is not, and he never will be.

He Quan put his chin against her forehead and said in a low voice: "I know, I am afraid... of scaring the young lady."

He panted softly into Zhao Yue's ear: "My lady, you can watch it anytime you want. I will be absolutely honest with you."

That gasp was inexplicably charming, and it made Zhaoyue's heart tingle. Her cheeks quickly turned red. She realized what obscene words she had just said, and immediately got out of his arms and wrapped herself in the quilt.

"Who, who wants to watch it? Go to sleep!"

He Quan smiled and tucked the quilt for her.

paper tiger.