Questions and Returns - Looking for him thousands of times in the crowd

After the kiss was over, Liu Yan quickly backed away in embarrassment, Su Qingmo recalled the moxibustion heat he felt on his thighs through the clothes just now, and slightly hooked his lips.

Looking at the person on the bed looking at him sadly, Su Qingmo said softly, "Can't you get up?"

Liu Yan glared at him, trying to gather strength, sat up after a while, and stood up unsteadily after a while.

After walking a few steps, there was darkness in front of my eyes.

Su Qingmo's eyes froze, and she quickly ran away from the bed.

Fortunately, before he fell down, Su Qingmo supported him.

Stretching out his hand to touch it, a wave of moxibustion heat came from his fingertips.

Looking down again, the face of the person in his arms was flushed, and because of the heat, a thin layer of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

Su Qingmo quickly put the person on the bed, covered the quilt, and ordered the secret guard to find Nie Ziyao.

Nie Ziyao is Su Qingmo's close friend. At the same time, he has a good relationship with Liufeng. Liufeng is the secret guard who stood at the door for a long time and finally found a sense of existence.

So when Nie Ziyao was put down by Liu Feng, before he could yell at him, he saw the Ninth Prince, who was naturally indifferent by nature, looking tenderly at a man who was so beautiful.

Nie Ziyao: "..."

He definitely met a fake Ninth Prince!

"Show him." The voice was so cold that it made one feel like falling into an ice cave, making Nie Ziyao think that although he was the Ninth Prince, he must have been intoxicated by the vixen on the bed.

"Big brother," Nie Ziyao looked at him, "You didn't hit chun-y~ao, did you?"

"If you keep talking nonsense, put your head in your belly." Su Qingmo's face was covered with black lines, "Show him."

Nie Ziyao walked to the bed, took his pulse, and muttered: "High fever, the little girl is weak."

After checking the pulse again, Nie Ziyao suddenly swears: "Fuck?"

Su Qingmo said coldly: "I have to walk out of the imperial city for half an hour, then turn left and go to Qinglou to practice."

Nie Ziyao: "..."

Nie Ziyao: "Is the person on this bed a man?!"

"Yes, man."

"...It's up to you, back to the topic, he has a high fever."

"What about the cause?"

"Irregular diet, and a little mental shock, so slightly."

Asked Nie Ziyao to write some prescriptions, Su Qingmo drove them away.

They sent someone to boil the medicine, and fed it to Liu Yan one mouthful at a time—of course, with their mouths.

Wipe Liu Fang's body with hot water, like treating a treasure, every little bit, bit by bit, carefully.

I also ate some incense by the way, and looked at Liu Jian's whole body.

Clavicles, chest, bottom, hips, thighs...

I have to say that Liu Fan is well maintained.

The skin is fair, but not sick, the hair is soft, the eyelashes are thick, the bridge of the nose is straight, the lips are ruddy, the fingers are slender, the collarbone is attractive, the chest is gently undulating, and then...

Tick.

Su Qingmo had a nosebleed.

After finally stopping the bleeding, Su Qingmo turned him over and rubbed Liu Fang's buttocks mournfully.

Then I saw the beautiful lines on Liu Fang's back.

"..." He silently turned Liu Fang back, the little pervert will seduce people.

Su Qingmo stared at the slightly parted lips, and finally couldn't help but cover them.

The slightly hot lips because of the fever seduce people for no reason.

"Well......"

Woke up?

Su Qingmo slightly hooked her lips, leading Liu Yan, who had only a sliver of consciousness, to stick out her tongue and intertwined with her lips and teeth.

The little guy... is cute.

The next day, when Su Qingmo opened her eyes, she felt an arm naturally wrapping around his waist, and when she turned her head, she saw a little furry head buried in the socket of her neck.

After a while, the people around him reacted a bit, got up and sat down, looking blankly at Su Qingmo who was also looking at him with pursed lips.

Rubbing his swollen lips, Liu Fang had a strange expression on his face.

"That..." Liu Fan said, his voice slightly hoarse.

"kindness?"

"Who are you?"

The author has something to say:

Su Qingmo feels wronged: It's me!I am your husband!

Liu Fan: I don’t know, get lost.