My lord, don't make trouble!

It's been a long time since the two of them had such a fierce battle...

Ever since returning to the palace, Yin Ruge's state has been imprisoned, bearing Yu Xihen's emotionless vent...

It's a beautiful thing like this, nothing makes sense without love, nothing is done with emotion.

But Yin Ruge is not so beautiful...

Yin Ruge lay on the bed silently, holding back silently.

Yu Xihen looked at the back of his head for a while, then grabbed the medicine beside the bed and applied it to him.

Yin Ruge buried his head in the pillow, but his hand precisely grasped Yu Xihen's moving hand.

"I'm fine, it doesn't hurt, you can go out..." in a muffled voice

Yu Xihen held his hand behind his back, leaned over and gently licked the blood stains from the ruptured wound on his waist...

Yin Ruge was startled, raised his head and was about to turn around, Yu Xihen pressed his back quickly with his eyes, his lips still remained on the wound and rubbed gently...

"...Don't move around..."

Yin Ruge buried his head back in the pillow again...

Xu Linglong walked in nervously, raised her head and bumped into the sight of the two, turned around and left without saying a word.

Yin Ruge said in a muffled voice, "What are you running, come in and sit down."

Yu Xihen got up, and poured medicine on Yin Ruge as if no one else was around, without even lifting his head.

"........."

Sometimes I really don't understand what Yu Xihen is thinking.

Yin Ruge only guessed that he couldn't figure it out.