"It's hot, I'll lift the quilt for you." She gestured randomly, "Don't worry, I won't look at you when I turn my head." ”

In the dim room, Shi Ran's eyes were full of anger, and even his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled. Perhaps even he himself had thought that such an arrogant person he was planted in the hands of her, the lord of Beiliang.

"Not necessarily." There was already a bit of anger in his voice, and he was no longer the dustless scholar Shi in the past.

She didn't know if he was saying that she didn't have to lift the quilt or that she didn't have to turn her head, but she closed her eyes and dragged the quilt down, then turned around and leaned back on the bed.

The room was getting hotter and hotter, and she was still holding the brocade quilt in her arms, only to smell the faint sandalwood, which was actually the smell of his body, and she couldn't help but blush her cheeks.

This sudden silence made her feel uncomfortable.

She was originally a noisy person, where could she stay quietly, only cleared her throat, and said slowly, "Let's talk." ”

Seeing that Shi Ran refused to pay attention to her, she actually talked about it herself, only talking about what happened when she was a child, there was the vast grassland of Beiliang, she said that the night in Beiliang was very low, so low that even the stars in the sky were almost at her fingertips.

It was getting quieter and quieter outside, and she was still talking even though she was sweating profusely from the heat.

Unconsciously, she remembered the beautiful flower she had seen on the snowy mountain that year, blooming in the snow and ice and on the cliffs.

She crawled and crawled, but the flower was forever so far away.

And by the time she had ridden all night back to the palace and called the guards, there was nothing left on the cliff but a thick layer of snow.

"Does Sir know? The first time I saw you, I felt that you were so much like that flower, as if you could only look up, and the rest was just extravagant hopes. She muttered.

After she finished speaking, she saw that there had been no movement behind her, and even her breathing was faint, so she couldn't help but panic.

"What's wrong with you, sir?" She gritted her teeth, but her tone changed, "I turned my head......"

Lian Zhi'er gritted her teeth, and was about to turn her head when a hoarse voice came from behind her, "I'm fine, don't look back." ”

She heard the awkwardness in his voice, gritted her teeth and threw the brocade quilt beside her on the bed, covering his body, and then slowly turned her head to look at his situation carefully.

But I saw that his face was as white as paper, and even his lips were skinned.

"If you're thirsty, I'll pour you water." After saying that, he hurriedly crossed the charcoal basins, and finally poured a cup of tea from the table.

Although she herself was thirsty, she still sent it to him. But when she put the teacup to his lips, he frowned, and it seemed that there was no way to drink it.

Lian Zhi'er hurriedly reached over and tried to help him up.

In the panic, her fingers touched his cheek, hot as coals. But it was this touch that made her heart beat wildly, as if she could suffocate to death at any moment.

"Let go, dirty." His gaze was as cold as ice.

He is talking about her, who is from their Beiliang, dirty, doing such an obscene and despicable thing, obviously a woman in the boudoir, but he is so entangled with a man. How can a person like him not be disgusted with such a frivolous Meng Lang woman.