Suddenly, Guo Luoluo's heart beat faster and he hurried back to the bedside.

She parked her shoes as before.

However, the quilt cannot be returned to its original state.

I had to turn over and kick the quilt.

And coughed lightly a few times, creating a cold, itchy throat.

It seems that it was her coughing just now.

Outside the screen, after the eighth master heard the movement, he immediately stopped talking to his subordinates.

And walked behind the screen, and looked carefully at every part of the room.

Then he lifted his foot to the side of the bed and glanced at the embroidered shoes on the floor.

The gaze fell on the gauzy curtain of the bed and lifted it.

I saw the woman lying there on her side.

The brocade quilt on her body was kicked away by her at some point, and it was only covered on her waist messily.

And her perfect figure was presented in front of him.

Jet-black shiny green silk, elegant swan neck, snow-white pearl shoulders.

Further down, he only wore a plain mint green belly-pocket, lining his snow muscles like congealed fat.

There are also several butterfly embroideries embroidered in front of him, rising and falling with his breath.

The curved line is perfect, and even the legs are slender and moving.

At this moment, the woman coughed a few times uncontrollably, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

The eighth master frowned, raised his hand to cover the quilt for her, and went out again.

"Eighth Master, there's nothing going on in there, right?" The subordinate asked uneasily.

"It's okay, it's just that Fujin is infected with a cold and coughs." The eighth master said lightly, waved his hand, and dismissed his subordinates.

"Alright, don't bother the minion." The subordinate arched his hand and turned to leave.

The eighth master turned around again, entered the screen, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Eyes full of inquiry, falling on the woman's face.

Especially the butterfly-like eyelashes.

At this moment, Guo Luo Luo's heart was already nervous, worried that he would be seen.

However, after the eighth master and his subordinates said that, she felt a little relaxed in her heart.

But now, the room was suddenly quiet again.

The mood that caused her to relax became nervous and restless again.

The small heart at the mouth of the heart is beating non-stop.

But she really didn't fall asleep, and if he stared at her for a long time, she would inevitably see the clues.

I had to continue to open my lips and cough a few times.

Suddenly, a delicate face coughed red.

When she couldn't go on, she opened her eyes uncomfortably.

When he saw the man sitting on the edge of the bed, he opened his lips and said, "Eighth master, my throat is uncomfortable and I want to drink water......

Hearing this, the eighth master asked the slave to send honey-water in.

Guo Luo Luo pretended to be calm and drank one sip at a time.

During this period, he also pretended to cough a few times.

"I told you to sleep without a quilt, now it's okay, it's cold." Eight Masters said.

Guo Luo Luo coughed while raising his eyes and glared at the man coquettishly.

"Where is my fault, it's clearly a good thing that my master did, I have to sweat all over, when my body is hot, I have to kick the quilt, where can I cover the quilt."

She's okay, she doesn't contribute much.

But the sweat on his body is the same as the big summer.

The body is very warm.

"Who does that without sweating?" Men are rightfully authentic.

Guo Luoluo didn't fight with him anymore, but just handed the cup to the man, "Master, I still want it." ”

Her voice was as sweet as the one begging for mercy beneath him.

Hearing this, the eighth master rolled his Adam's apple, and then swept the honey-water in his eyes.

It can be seen that the throat is really uncomfortable, and the thirst is not good.

"What a bucket."

Saying so, he called the servant anyway and brought her another glass of honey-water.

Not long after, Guo Luo Luo held a warm white porcelain cup.

Holding his neck high, he drank a glass of water and drank it again.

After drinking, she held the empty cup again and handed it to the man.

This time, though, she didn't speak.

The eighth master glanced at the empty cup again, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Do you want more?" ”

"Don't ......," Guo Luo replied glutinously.

Just sitting there, covering his mouth and coughing softly.

The eighth master didn't want to take the cup in her hand.

After all, he is a gentleman at home, but he is not in the habit of serving women.

But she coughed so hard that he couldn't breathe, so he took the cup and put it on the bedside cabinet.

Looking back, the woman was coughing wave after wave.

The loose silk belly-pocket seems to be unable to hold it.

Seeing that he rolled his throat, he said hoarsely: "I see that you still have to sweat for a while to drive away the cold." ”

Guo Luo Luo didn't understand it yet.

It wasn't until I looked up at the man's dark eyes that I understood the vague meaning of his words.

Then, before she could say anything.

The man's slender white fingertips gently stroked her.

"Master, you're not coming......" Guo Luo Luo pulled the quilt, his voice trembling.

But the man didn't listen to her at all, so he pressed it down.

A sexually sensual thin lip is also getting closer and closer to her.

Guo Luo Luo struggled while raising his hand to block the man's lips.

The scorching male breath exhaled in the palm of her hand, and there was a strange feeling.

She persuaded in a low voice: "Eighth master, I have a cold, so I will pass on your illness." ”

"I'm not afraid." The man took her hand away.

Next, the handsome men and women in the house gradually fell.

Guo Luo Luo didn't know what he had done, so he let the eighth master press her twice.

Moreover, he was even more arrogant than during the day.

He also forced her to ask: "Does what the master said count?" ”

Guo Luoluo: "......"

"Say it or not!" The man jerked, "Huh? ”

"Woo...... Counting......"

That night, the eighth master stayed directly in Guo Luoluo's main courtyard.

In the dead of night, the men around him were already asleep.

Listening to the sound of even breathing in her ears, she just turned sideways and looked at the eighth master.

His facial features are well-defined and deep.

Even when you are asleep, you are very handsome.

However, in the face of such a handsome face, her heart was a mess.

The thought of him plotting a rebellion with Alabutan made her unable to sleep.

Guo Luo grew up in the capital when he was a child.

Although when she was very young, Ama and E-Niang both left early.

But her father's generation, as well as the people of her mother's family, all lived on the silver of the imperial court.

Even if Guo Luomafa, who is the prince of An, dies, there is still a knighthood in the family.

Even now, my uncle is still an official in the imperial court.

Therefore, in the face of such behavior of the eighth master, she really can't tolerate it.

It's really unimaginable that the eighth master, as a prince, should shoulder the responsibility.

But why did you come to this desperate situation?

This is simply a betrayal of the Qing Dynasty!

Let's not talk about whether this matter is contrary to common sense.

Take that delirium Arabutan, for example.

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