Time Travel and Love

Mo Liujin frowned as he watched Ling Xian leave. Did he know Qing Meng? Mo Liujin's intuition told him that Ling Xian and Qing Meng were very familiar and close, but he didn't know why he pretended to be unfamiliar. Was it because of him? But Qing Meng seemed indifferent to him? Mo Liujin felt a vague uneasiness in his heart, and he himself didn't know where this uneasiness came from.

Chu Qingmeng didn't think too much about it. He picked up the medicine from the porcelain bottle and put one in his mouth. After chewing it twice, he found that it was the hawthorn flavor that he loved so much. As expected, father and brother are the most considerate.

Seeing the happy expression on Chu Qingmeng's face, Mo Liujin slowly sat down on the bed, lowered his eyes and asked, "Qingmeng, were you afraid that he would be angry? Do you know him?"

"?" Chu Qingmeng was puzzled for a moment before he understood. Mo Liujin was asking about Ling Xian's father and brother. Chu Qingmeng thought for a moment and replied selectively, "Yes, I know him."

Mo Liujin, who was still waiting for Chu Qingmeng to write, looked up at Chu Qingmeng and said, "Qingmeng? Can you speak? Open your mouth, let me see."

Chu Qingmeng dodged the hand that was trying to clamp his jaw and said, "It was fine when I spit out the medicine just now. Ling Xiao is right, Ling Xian's medical skills can really revive the dead."

"Are you two familiar with each other?" Mo Liujin frowned slightly when he saw her avoid his hand, but still asked the question in his heart.

Seeing the complicated expression on his face, Chu Qingmeng knew he was lost in thought. With the intention of teasing him, she deliberately left her words unfinished. "Of course I'm familiar with you. How could I not be familiar with you? We've known each other since I was a baby."

Knowing Chu Qingmeng was teasing him, Mo Liujin didn't completely believe her. Childhood sweethearts? So his murderous intent was directed at him? No wonder his murderous intent disappeared the moment Qingmeng looked at him. But that didn't make sense. Qingmeng wasn't from here, so how could she know Ling Xian?

Seeing Mo Liujin sitting on the edge of the bed in deep thought, Chu Qingmeng was speechless. Why was he so boring lately? She raised her head and motioned for her two sons to go down. After they left, Chu Qingmeng asked Chunhe to tell someone to boil water for her bath. She didn't have the patience to wait until the evening to take a bath. After Chunhe was ready, she wanted to help Chu Qingmeng, but Chu Qingmeng waved her hand to signal Chunhe to leave as well. Then she poked Mo Liujin, who was sitting on the edge of the bed in deep thought, with her finger, looked at him with a playful look and said, "Jin, I want to take a bath. Can you help me?"

Mo Liujin, his train of thought interrupted, saw Chu Qingmeng's smirk, then saw her unbuttoning her underwear as she spoke. He chuckled and blamed himself, "I've really lost my mind!" Who cares? Qingmeng is his wife. No matter how angry she is or how she wants to kill him, what can he do? She's just like his elder brother, impotent and furious. What on earth is he agonizing over? He untied Chu Qingmeng's bellyband, picked her up and placed her in the tub. Then he reached inside and untied the bandages around her legs. Chu Qingmeng soaked in the bath comfortably, closing her eyes. Baths are so comfortable! Seeing her head resting on the edge of the tub, her long black hair hanging outside, Mo Liujin reached out and gently rubbed her head. Seeing how she enjoyed it, he couldn't help but want to tease her. His hands rubbed from her head to her earlobes and neck, then gently rubbed a certain high point. Chu Qingmeng didn't even open her eyes, letting him rub her. After all, she wasn't the one who felt uncomfortable in the end. Seeing her eyelashes trembling and her eyes deliberately not opening, Mo Liujin stopped, guessing that she was deliberately indulging herself, and chuckled, "Intentional?"

Chu Qingmeng closed his eyes but couldn't stop smiling, "Continue? Why don't you continue?"

"Heh," Mo Liujin chuckled and whispered, "You're sure I can't do anything to you, right?"

Chu Qingmeng's neck felt itchy from his whisper. She opened her eyes and turned to face him, but was surprised to find that her thigh no longer hurt. She looked down and found that not only had the wound healed, but her skin had also recovered and her chest was no longer as stuffy as before. Mo Liujin, who had noticed the changes in her wound, had already begun to undress. When Chu Qingmeng came to her senses, Mo Liujin had already stepped one foot into the bathtub. When she looked up again, she bumped into his chest. Mo Liujin hugged her and pressed her against the bathtub and gritted his teeth, "Now, are you still sure that I can't do anything to you?"

Chu Qingmeng laughed awkwardly, but was then blocked by Mo Liujin's lips...

At dinnertime, Mo Liujin chuckled softly as he looked at Chu Qingmeng, who had already fallen asleep. He dug some medicine out of the drawer and applied it to her, to prevent her from feeling any pain the next day. However, Chu Qingmeng, having been abused all day, was still sensitive even in her sleep. The gentle application of the medicine still caused her to shudder, tears welling in her eyes as she whispered, "No more." Mo Liujin chuckled again and tucked her in, wondering if he had gone too far.

There was a knock on the door, and then Mo Jiangche's voice came, "Father, the emperor summons you."

Mo Liujin responded, stood up, changed, and followed Mo Jiangche out the door. He didn't notice the unnatural blush on Mo Jiangche's face. He swore he hadn't meant to overhear, but martial artists often have good hearing. Even though his mother's "no" and his father's chuckle were quiet, they still reached him. Although he was already married and had children, overhearing his parents... was too embarrassing.