"This, this, how can I put on the ointment if I don't take off my pants?" said the sixth woman, and her face showed a look of embarrassment.

"......" just after hearing the words of the sixth woman, the nerves that had just been a little relaxed suddenly tensed.

Following the gaze of the sixth woman, Mu Qingyang lowered her head and saw at a glance the place that should be private.

……

"Crun......ch", the door opened, and the sixth woman slowly walked out of the room.

"Okay?" Seeing this, Mu Ziding, who had been guarding the door, quickly greeted him.

"Alright. Although it was an answer, the sixth woman lowered her head and did not look up at him.

"Six ......"

"It was late at night, so I went to sleep first. Before Mu Ziding could finish speaking, the sixth woman grabbed in front of him, and before the words fell, the person had already walked away from Mu Ziding's side.

"......" looked at the back of the sixth woman, even if he wanted to say something more, at this moment, Mu Ziding could only choose to be silent.

"Huh......" let out a long sigh of relief, but the cool night breeze in his throat could not alleviate the torment like fire in his heart at this time.

It's just that Mu Na's pestle was in the middle of the courtyard, and he reluctantly turned his head to look at the open door, and Mu Ziding lowered his head, lowered his eyes, staring at his toes, as if he was hesitating about something.

……

"Qingyang ......" easily entered the room, but what he didn't want to see was Mu Qingyang's figure lying on the bed with his back to him.

"Qingyang?" didn't get any response, which made Mu Ziding unexpected, didn't he have something to ask himself? Could it be that he fell asleep?

Slowly walked to the edge of the bed and sat down on the edge of the bed carefully.

"Qingyang, just ask if you have anything. Looking at the emaciated back, Mu Ziding knew that she was not asleep, could it be that she was still angry with him?

"Qing Yang?" he knew she had a lot of questions to ask herself, but why was she so silent?

The more quiet Mu Qingyang was, the more hairy Mu Ziding felt a little hairy in his heart.

"Qingyang, ...... you?"

"I'm sleepy and want to sleep. He finally spoke, but his voice was a little cold.

"But you just ......"

"I said I want to sleep!" a hoarse voice made the already cold tone even more chilling.

"......" Mu Ziding frowned, stretched out his hand and pulled it on Mu Qingyang's shoulder.

"You're crying!" When a white cheek appeared in front of Mu Ziding, any deliberate coldness immediately collapsed and collapsed at this moment, and full of panic immediately appeared on Mu Ziding's face.

"......" Mu Qingyang wiped the tears from her face, stubbornly wanted to turn her body around, but she couldn't resist his steel tong-like hand, so she could only let him do that, and unreservedly showed the scene she didn't want Mu Ziding to see at this time in front of him.

"What's wrong?Is there something uncomfortable?Is it starting to hurt again?Or is it ......" A voice of eagerness, even if he had confidence in the pill and plaster he had refined, he could see the tears on Mu Qingyang's face, and everything was incoherent.

"......" Mu Qingyang shook his head vigorously, but he didn't want to say another word.

"Qingyang, you are talking!" The tears that kept rolling down made Mu Ziding a little out of control.

"What the hell do you want me to say!!" mixed with a hint of anger, this roar seemed to use up the strength of her whole body at this time.

"......" looked at an angry face, Mu Ziding faintly sensed something, lowered his head, and his eyes began to flicker.

"Okay, since you want me to speak, then I'll tell you!" Reluctantly sat up, Mu Qingyang stared at Mu Ziding's face intently.

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