Because of the strenuous exercise, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his face was a little red, but it became more and more moving.

Even if it was a burst of Xuan clothes, worn on him and used to dance the sacrificial dance, Bai Yulan felt that he was more noble than the priest who danced in white.

It was the first time she had seen a man so charming.

She didn't even know how she could be so smart, and she could really learn it all with just a glance. She seems to have a natural feeling for this set of ritual dances.

Bai Yulan sighed, and then stood still in the middle of the field, his hands slightly sideways to the side, holding out a beautiful hand flower in his hand, making a gesture of holding the moon and picking flowers, his legs slightly bent, and he was reclining.

She thought about all the movements that Ye Mingting had skipped before, and the person who should have felt weak was like being full of chicken blood and energetic at this time.

The more she jumped, the more she felt as if these movements were engraved in her bones, and the whole person was full of power.

In the last somersault, Bai Yulan soared into the air, and the impression that should have been vague in his mind suddenly overlapped with the action he was making now.

Bai Yulan's final finishing touch was not done, she just finished that action, and then stood on the ground suddenly, the whole person looked a little dazed, and what followed was the continuous and severe pain in the brain.

The figures of the couple seemed to radiate a projection in her mind, and she was almost speechless in pain.

He was indeed trying to satisfy his selfishness, and he wanted to let Bai Yulan remember the past, although if he insisted on doing so, Bai Yulan would definitely suffer some pain, but he directly ignored this.

It all made him feel that it could be so natural.

Bai Yulan was stunned for a moment, and then finally relieved herself, and said, "It's much better, it really hurts, I can't wait to roll on the ground." ”

Bai Yulan was a little surprised when he found that he was curled up in Ye Mingting's arms, he was still wearing the silver fox mask that could cover almost his entire face at this time, looking extremely mysterious, but a little indifferent.

Ye Mingting said with relief: "Maybe you have some kind of illness, but you don't know very well now." ”

She knew in her heart that she clearly saw Ye Daxia in front of her directly as the lover in her dream, and she knew that her behavior was really inappropriate.

Bai Yulan looked at Ye Mingting, this smug tone made Ye Mingting, who should have been worried, turn around and laugh again, his voice was a little low, and said: "You girl, you really don't know what to care about, you are sick now, but you care more about your dance." ”

Bai Yulan's entire head was pressed against his chest, and while he was a little out of breath, he felt an embarrassing feeling in his heart, coughed twice and said, "Can I go by myself." ”

It's just that this posture is still a little astringent.

But the latter apparently ignored her defense and directly treated her as a sick number.

Bai Yulan was relatively speechless along the way, she had never felt a trace of strange feeling in her heart like now, even at the beginning, Ye Mingting took her down the mountain, and it was a solo trip between the two.

The tip of her nose could easily smell his unique smell, which made her heart flutter up and down, plopping and dancing as if she was playing a drum.

"I'll get you some medicine." After that, he didn't even look at her again, and just turned away.

After Ye Mingting walked out of the room, the whole person's expression changed obviously, he took a deep breath, if he saw it a few more times, her innocent expression, presumably, he would probably not be able to do it.

Ye Mingting almost had to memorize this medicine, once a certain scene involved a place in her memory and outlined the framework of her memories, Bai Yulan would naturally feel a headache because she remembered the past.

When Ye Mingting came over with a small jar full of medicinal soup, Bai Yulan was half-leaning on the bed railing, holding a miscellaneous book in his hand, as if he was wandering.

This is a medical book, and it is densely written, with the names of Xuanhuang, Qi Jing Eight Veins and a lot of medicinal herbs, and she can't understand a word.

Bai Yulan was stunned for a moment, although she knew that Ye Mingting's tone was not very good, she was still grateful in her heart.

Bai Yulan took the medicine bowl, didn't smell the smell of Chinese medicine wafting from the medicinal soup, closed her nose directly, and began to drink it all, this is really a legendary booze.

"You're welcome." This conversation seemed to be a lot stranger to the two.

"However, I don't blame the doctor, after all, it is my own problem, and I don't know the source of this illness." Bai Yulan continued to add: "It's just that I love to dream lately, and I can always dream of some, déjà vu, specious scenes. ”

It's just that she has forgotten everything, but she has a mind waiting to remember, so it has caused the current situation.

Bai Yulan didn't have that idle thought, so she had to hide and avoid Ye Mingting, yes, she replied heartily: "That's true." ”

Although that drug is a part of Bai Yulan's memory, it is artificially processed after all, so there will be some problems, as long as it is not taken for a long time, the control ability of this drug will be shortened more and more.

(End of chapter)

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