Ru Yue Shu Yun Feng Wen Wan

The girl turned around and was knocked unconscious by Qiumu's knife.

Qiao Mu was furious when he received the beauties, thinking they were desperate to get into bed, but when he asked, he found out that they were sent by Mr. Mu. Qiao Zhong was furious and immediately went to find him to argue, only to find out that he had gone to a brothel.

I was lost in thought for a moment. Why would he go to a brothel? Why would he send someone to me? Doesn't he like me a little?

He didn't understand, was entangled, and hesitated, but finally he went to find Mr. Mu desperately. He rushed in, looked around, but didn't see Mr. Mu or the madam. He was like a headless fly, bumping around everywhere.

After a long time, the madam and a woman came out from the back. Under coercion and inducement, they were told that the woman just now was prepared for Mr. Mu.

Just now, it has been a while since then, he pulled the madam and asked her to tell him which room it was.

The madam replied, "Please don't spoil their fun! Otherwise I'll order someone else for you."

Qiao Zhong quickly grabbed the madam's neck and said, "Tell me where it is, or you will die now."

But the madam was scared.

He arrived at the door, feeling very nervous, wondering what to do if the situation was already settled. But at the last moment, he became panic-stricken, fearing that Mr. Mu really didn't like him.

He quietly opened the door a crack and saw clothes all over the floor. His emotions took over and he pushed the door open. He tried not to look at the clothes scattered on the floor, but familiar things always caught his eye, just like he inevitably saw Mr. Mu's clothes.

He quickened his pace and walked inside. Finally, he saw the bathing pool looming in the distance. His heart was in his throat, but he heard "No."

His heart blossomed, wanting to hear more, but all he could hear was the woman's voice and the man's breathing, which was even more rapid and heavy than during the day. He could hear nothing else and just wanted to get closer, closer. Finally, he entered the tent and saw the man and woman keeping their distance.

Mr. Mu raised his heavy eyelids, and a soft voice reached his ears, "Qiao Mu, you're here."

Qiao Mu had never heard Mr. Mu speak to him like this before. Excited, he quickly dragged the woman out.

The woman was like a walking incense burner; the farther away she got, the more the smell dissipated. Mr. Mu felt that his breathing became much smoother.

I didn't dare to look at him anymore, so I went around to the back to avoid direct contact with him: "How are you?"

"hot!"

"Get up, I'll take you out."

Qiao Mu held out her hand to him. The few interlaced white scars on the wheat-colored back of her hand weren't noticeable, but he caught sight of the subtle detail. He felt the hand before him had weathered a lot of hardships. He grasped it with his damp hand. "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Mu didn't know what he was talking about. When he followed his gaze, he noticed the scar that had been on his palm for a long time. His fingers curled up unconsciously, trying to break free from his hand.

He didn't use much force and easily pulled his hand out, which was covered with water stains. The cool breeze couldn't cover the heat. The water stains were as hot as boiling water, and he was at a loss.

"Qiaomu, it's hot..."

He impatiently took off the mask and threw it aside.

A face that I had been thinking about but had a vague memory of suddenly appeared, and the burning sensation on my hand seemed insignificant.

Perhaps this place was not a clean place to begin with, Qiao Mu actually felt a bit of heat. Realizing that he couldn't stay here any longer, he reached out to him again: "Get up, I'll take you out."

This time, she lowered herself extremely low, crouching down to almost eye level with him. Seeing his dazed look, she reached up to his forehead and said, "Get up quickly, the water's getting cold."

Mr. Mu really enjoyed his cool palm touching him, and pressed his hand against his face, rubbing it: "The water is hot, not cold! I'm hot!"

His hand was suddenly pulled closer, and Qiao Mu knelt on the ground. His knees, which were not in any pain, could not withstand the touch of the palm at all. He hurriedly pulled his hand back again: "You, you, get up quickly!"

Mr. Mu came back to his senses from his loud words and tried to stand up, holding onto the wall of the pool.