After the death escape, I became the white moonlight of the crazy tyrant

Xie Lang is definitely an excellent student. He knows how to draw inferences from one example. Once he seizes the initiative, he knows exactly how to control the opponent.

Wen Hemian admitted that he was right.

After more than a decade of suffering from major and minor illnesses, Wen Hemian had long since honed her character to be gentle and peaceful. She regarded her second life as a gift. At first, she found the mission troublesome, but later she took this little boy to her heart.

She shouldn't be such an indecisive person, but when it comes to feelings, she felt like retreating for the first time and would rather maintain the status quo.

Seeing Xie Lang in pain, Wen Hemian felt so distressed that she could not even smile. "I'm sorry, but this time, I won't leave again."

It was unknown which key words touched Xie Lang, but his body trembled, and the force with which he held Wen Hemian finally loosened a little. His breathing was still disordered and hot, but he was obviously much calmer: "It would be good if what you said was true."

What do you mean if it were true?

Wen Hemian was so impressed by his good attitude that he could come up with such an idea in this situation.

She confirmed: "It's true."

Don't make the same mistake twice.

"You're lying. You've been out there for three years and you've clearly been very happy."

Xie Lang lowered his head, gently nuzzled her neck, and said in a low voice: "I don't think you've ever thought of me."

A dark possessive desire continued to grow in his heart, excitement and pain intertwined in his brain, and under the suppression of the drug, Xie Lang slowly woke up.

After realizing this, Wen Hemian suddenly felt a lot more relaxed.

"Awake? Then let me go first."

After all this, Wen Hemian was sweating all over. The fragrance in the hall made her dizzy. She was afraid that if she continued like this, she would be the one who was not awake.

But how could Xie Lang let her get her wish so easily? He knew very well how much he wanted to hold on to the person in front of him.

Wen Hemian's eyes suddenly blurred. When she came to her senses again, Xie Lang held her in his arms in a different way.

Among women, she was considered tall. Xie Lang was well raised and grew up quickly, so in comparison, she was a little short. This was just enough to hold her tightly.

What's more outrageous is that because they were too close, Wen Hemian could even easily feel certain changes in his body.

The scorching temperature makes people feel uneasy.

Wen Hemian raised his voice: "Xie Lang, I haven't promised you yet!"

"Yeah." Xie Lang responded muffledly, like a docile big dog, sticking close to her, "I won't force it, Master, I feel so uncomfortable, can you stay with me for a while?"

"Is this something that can be made clear without forcing it?"

Wen Hemian pursed her lips. She was too confused to pay attention to anything just now, but now that she had calmed down, she felt a slight pain on her neck. She didn't know if the skin was broken. Her heartbeat became more and more irregular. She felt that the worst decision she had made tonight was to come to see Xie Lang.

Or if she waited a little longer, the medicine might have taken effect. She was the one who was eager to send it forward.

Wen Hemian's rare moments of not being calm were almost all caused by Xie Lang.

Xie Lang looked down at her and smiled, "It's indeed not."

It doesn't make sense.

Wen Hemian finally realized this.

Her expression was indescribable: "Does your head stop hurting?"

Wen Hemian has good observation skills. During the confrontation just now, he confirmed what was wrong with Xie Lang.

Xie Lang shook his head gently. In the dim light, his eyes seemed particularly bright. “It’s just that I don’t care about the headache because there are things I care about more.”

Wen Hemian couldn't argue with him, she sighed: "What do the imperial doctors in the palace do for a living? Can't they cure this headache?"

The three words "Xie Lang" blocked her.

“It’s a heart disease.”

Needless to say.

I tried so hard to hide it from her, so I could guess.

Wen Hemian was silent, and Xie Lang continued: "So there is no need for an imperial physician, just stay by my side."

There was a moment of silence.

Wen Hemian didn't expect that the pain that he thought would fade away with time would accompany Xie Lang for three years. He felt extremely sad.

She asked sincerely: "If I didn't come over tonight, how long would you keep hiding it?"

Xie Lang smiled bitterly: "Can you keep it secret?"

Wen Hemian is so smart that she must have remembered this clue for a long time and just revealed it when the opportunity arose.

After listening, Wen Hemian continued to remain silent.

Xie Lang kissed her on the cheek. Perhaps she was in a daze, so Wen Hemian didn't dodge.

The voice is slightly hoarse.

"I am mean and selfish. I am such a bad person at heart."

"But I promise that as long as you are here, things will never develop in the worst direction."

Xie Lang believed that he was not a person who had no desires. It was just that his willpower had become stronger after three years of tempering, and he could barely keep his mind in check when facing his instinctive desire for possession.

Wen Hemian is that good medicine.

Xie Lang was willing to create a prison for her to restrain and control himself.

It was impossible not to be moved to hear an ambitious wolf cub willing to restrain himself for her sake. It would be even better if he could let her go.

Wen Hemian pursed his lips twice and spoke awkwardly: "I believe what your majesty said, and I also said that I will not leave again, so now, can you let go of my hand?"

"Ah."

After a long time, Xie Lang responded slowly, with reluctance still in his eyes. Perhaps he was really worried too much, so he finally gave in.

Wen Hemian couldn't bear it: "Is it still painful? Please ask the imperial physician to come and take a look."

Xie Lang stood up and lit a few more candles. He had no objection to this: "Okay."

He was quite optimistic: "I've gotten much better already, Master, don't worry too much. I'll ask the imperial physician to prescribe some other medicine, and I won't use the incense anymore."

The light in front of her eyes suddenly became bright. Wen Hemian sat up and blinked awkwardly. Just as she came to her senses, she heard these words. She subconsciously looked at Xie Lang's expression and didn't notice that she was also being watched.

After the ordeal just now, the clothes that were originally worn neatly were now in a mess, the blush on her ears had not yet faded, her eyes were sparkling and watery, and there were a few small wounds on her neck near her chin, which added a bit of gaudy color.

Xie Lang watched this scene and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

Wen Hemian felt that his eyes were not right, which made her hair stand on end. She calmed down and stood up anxiously: "I will go call the imperial physician for His Majesty."

"No need, Master, take a rest. I'll go."

How could Xie Lang allow others to see Wen Hemian's current appearance? He pressed her shoulder lightly, said this, turned around and went outside to give orders. His steady steps did not seem like those of a person who had just experienced pain.

Wen Hemian was not someone who would sit and wait for death. She turned her eyes and caught a glimpse of a bronze mirror placed not far away, in which her own image was reflected. She was suddenly stunned, her ears felt hot, and she hurriedly tidied up her clothes.

However, the excitement does not end here.

When Xie Lang came back, he had a small medicine in his hand. He looked at Wen Hemian with a smile, and there was an unspeakable meaning in his eyes: "My skin was broken just now. Han Shuang, please forgive me for being reckless. I am here to atone for my sins?"