"Rong Yi."

"Hmm." Rong Yi's head rested on her shoulder, her sideburns were slightly wet, but her face looked much better than usual.

Qu Yan didn't know when Lu Dao had quietly disappeared from the room, and there were only the two of them in the room.

"You need to protect yourself, but you don't have to protect me." Ming Yulong looked at the two verdant flower branches on the flower table in front of him, but the pupil was a little unable to focus,

"What you want to protect is your future wife, your beloved woman. I'm just friends with you, and I don't need to say anything like that, and I don't need to. ”

Time seemed to fall silent for a moment, and even the sound of breathing seemed to suddenly disappear.

Rong Yi's smile fell little by little with her words, until it became a snow-white straight line.

Was he wrong again?

Does she still just treat him as an ordinary friend, just like to Nalan Lian Ming Yujin and them?

After he was ecstatic, give him another heavy blow.

What it was like, he couldn't describe.

The color of his eyes became a bleak night in the ups and downs of the dark sea, and the dark curtain of ups and downs pulled down layer after layer of curtain color in his eyes, becoming the darkest black.

"I know."

He slowly pushed Ming Yulong away, sat up with his body propped up, slowly pulled up the placket, tied the snow-white underwear, and then pulled the wide purple robe up little by little.

His movements were slow, not the graceful ones he usually had.

Rather, it is obvious that the body has not recovered, resulting in the slowness of the limbs.

After Ming Yulong was pushed away by him, she stood in place, she looked at Rong Yi, her eyes seemed to be tangled into a mess, seeing him slowly tying his clothes, wanting to step forward to help, she paused again, and could only speak:

"Just dress almost, anyway, the side room you live in is next door, and you'll have to change it when it's over."

Rong Yi's eyes have been soaked in black, and his voice is low like the whining flute in the night sky, with a cold forest that is as cool as water.

"If you are disheveled, it will make people misunderstand Miss Ming."

He paused, tied the loose jade belt, and slowly stood up,

"Besides, what I want to go back to is the Dewang Mansion."

"How are you going back to the Dewang Mansion like this?" Ming Yulong rushed out, looking at his snow-white complexion, there were traces of sweat behind the purple robe he had just put on.

"Now that Miss Ming's hand injury has healed, the thing I promised to Lord Ming has been completed, and staying in Linglong House will only cause criticism for Miss Ming."

Rong Yi looked at Ming Yulong, his tone was detached and indifferent, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with a smile as always, but that smile looked Tsinghua and elegant, but it was no longer as close as usual.

He turned around and walked outside, although he was very weak, but when he walked up, his steps were very steady, only Ming Yulong knew the way, all this could be done with his perseverance.

She could see the lines of his taut back, trying to restrain the pain he had just resisted the Gu poison.

Almost without any consideration, Ming Yulong rushed forward and grabbed Rong Yi's arm, "Why don't you take a break and then go back to King De's Mansion." ”

"I will protect my body myself, just like Miss Mingda, you don't need me to protect you, and I don't need you to care"