Cheng Mi was careful that his liver trembled, oh my God, I can't see it!

It looks like such a brave physique, but I didn't expect it to be useless!

She took a bowl for cover and sniffed vigorously to get a general idea of the dosage.

I can't bear to look at it!

With such a fierce medicine, aren't you afraid of bleeding from the seven orifices, and then look at Mu Zhihan's calm face, what kind of void is this.

Miss Cheng suddenly felt that she was guilty, people had become like this, she still kicked so heavily today, she was guilty of sin.

Mu Zhihan took a sip of the soup and frowned slightly, the smell of medicine was really heavy.

Sensing Cheng Mi's gaze, sympathy? Regret? Curious?

What kind of eyes is this.

Look at Old Man Mu again, pleased?

Neuropathy, one or two are not normal.

Staying here tonight, Mu Zhihan has a special room, as a husband and wife, Cheng Mi naturally lives with him.

After playing two games of chess with the old man, Mu Zhihan returned to the room and found Cheng Mi sitting on the sofa, his elbows supporting his knees, one hand supporting his cheeks, and his eyes kept falling on him...... Private parts.

What a look this is!

Shameless!

I took my clothes and went to take a shower, and when I came out, I found that instead of restraining herself, her eyes became more and more unrestrained, and she glanced at him in a carefree manner.

As if to say I understand, I understand.

Everyone has a sore spot, and it's not your fault that you're strong on the outside, I know.

Mu Zhihan, "......"

Neuropathy.

His eyes sharpened, and Cheng Mi was so frightened that the soles of his feet slipped and slipped into the bathroom, "I'll take a bath!" ”

Oh my God, she dared to laugh at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!

Outside the door, Mu Zhihan looked down at himself in long pajamas, and his eyebrows were pressed.

Cheng Mi finished taking a shower with concern, but sadly found that he forgot to take his pajamas......

It's embarrassing.

What should I do, let Mu Zhihan get it for her?

Forget it, she'd rather not wear it!

After struggling for a long time, Miss Cheng wrapped herself in a bath towel around her lower body, a bathrobe on her upper body, and another bath towel on the outside, wrapping herself from head to toe as a mummy.

At a glance, I saw a man in two layers of pajamas tightly wrapped and leaning on the head of the bed to read, except for his face and hands, there was no flesh at all, like a strict believer.

The mummy meets the devout Catholic.

Cheng Mi, "......"

Mu Zhihan glanced at the woman who was wrapped more exaggerated than himself, frowned almost invisibly, and then snorted coldly.

What is wrapped, it looks like bean sprouts, and I don't know who suffers after seeing it.

The two looked at each other, and they looked away, out of sight.

It was still early, Cheng Mi changed his pajamas, took a book on law and sat at the head of the bed to read, no one spoke, and the room was very quiet.

As soon as she took a bath, the girl's fragrance wafted over, and Mr. Mu, who was concentrating on reading, was in a trance, feeling a little dry mouth, and looked to the side uncontrollably.

She has a scar on the right side of her face, but the left side of her face is fair and delicate, without blemish.

The skin under the light can be blown and broken, the long eyelashes that hang down are like fanning cicadas, and the pink lips are slightly open, as if inviting wordlessly.

I really want to kiss it......

Realizing what he was thinking, Mu Zhihan was startled and quickly withdrew his gaze.

Strange, how do I feel stuffy, it's a little hot, and the rate of my heartbeat is a little abnormal.

He tugged at his neckline impatiently, took the remote control, and lowered the temperature in the room a little, and finally got better.

His nose was filled with the fragrance of a girl, and he felt more and more irritable.

Is it because I wear too many clothes?