What does it mean to lift a stone and shoot yourself in the foot? Li Qingmu's current situation is.

She stood in front of the bookcase where Qiu Ju was still lying on it and moaned loudly, took a high-grade Hui ink, and grinded it carefully.

The sandalwood burning in the incense burner beside her burrowed into her nostrils so hard that she couldn't even dodge.

The muddy bedclothes are attached to the body, and the heat in the study is baked, and it is as uncomfortable as it is.

And the King of Jin stood opposite Li Qingmu, holding a wolf hair, and practicing calligraphy on the rice paper she had just laid.

After about half a cup of tea, King Jin looked at the expressionless Li Qing and said, "Still don't say it?" ”

Li Qingmu shook his head and refused to admit it.

King Jin stopped the wolf in his hand, looked at Li Qingmu and said with a smile, "This king doesn't believe anything you say." ”

"If you don't believe it, ask it." Li Qingmu put down the emblem in his hand and said coldly, "I'm cold, go back and get dressed." ”

"Funeral clothes?"

With just one sentence, Li Qingmu gritted his silver teeth and picked up Huimo again. Only the dead wear funeral clothes, and Li Qingmu certainly doesn't want to die.

After another half of the tea, Li Qingmu's face began to turn slightly red.

Acacia powder does not respect the old and love the young, but it does not matter how old the person who inhales it is.

King Jin looked at Li Qingmu's flushed face and said with a smile, "Didn't you say that you were cold, why did you get hot after a while." ”

Li Qingmu raised his eyes and glared at King Jin, his big watery eyes were full of anger.

Or because of the relationship between the medicine, Li Qingmu's glance in the eyes of King Jin was infinitely charming.

King Jin only felt an itch in his throat, and looked at Li Qingmu's eyes that became meaningful.

Li Qingmu lowered his head and concentrated on grinding, trying not to think that the air he was inhaling at this time was full of acacia powder.

King Jin put down the wolf in his hand, stared at Li Qingmu tightly with a pair of eyes, and did not move.

Feeling thirsty, Li Qingmu stretched out her small tongue and licked her cherry red lips. The more he licked, the drier it became, and Li Qingmu licked it twice.

The king of Jin is also thirsty, but the king of Jin has tea.

After half a cup of herbal tea was put into his stomach, King Jin's slightly chaotic mind came to his senses.

He looked at Li Qingmu, who was flushed and licking his lips vigorously, and said with a smile, "Are you thirsty?" ”

Li Qingmu looked up at King Jin and nodded solemnly, "I'm thirsty and cold, you let me go back." ”

King Jin smiled, pointed to the tea set on the table, and said, "If you have tea, get it yourself and drink it." ”

Li Qingmu put down the errand in his hand, took a clean teacup, poured a cup of tea, and drank it with his head up.

The herbal tea entered the abdomen, and the rosy on Li Qingmu's face retreated by three points. Feeling that his mind was clear, Li Qingmu poured another glass and drank it.

Licking the tea stains at the corners of his lips, Li Qingmu carried the empty teapot, and said to King Jin with clear eyes, "Lord, I'll go out to make tea." ”

King Jin had already drunk the remaining half of the tea, and he was very thirsty at this time.

He raised his head and just wanted to agree to Li Qingmu to go out, when he saw Li Qingmu licking the small red tongue at the corner of his lips.

King Jin suddenly felt that that tongue seemed to quench his thirst more than a pot of herbal tea.

So before Li Qingmu had time to avoid it, King Jin reached out and hugged Li Qingmu on his lap.

In Li Qingmu's surprised expression, King Jin had already choked Li Qingmu's small red tongue quickly, and then, conquered the city.

Li Qingmu felt the soft touch on his lips, and listened to King Jin's increasingly heavy breathing in his ear, only to feel that his heart was beating straight, as if it was about to jump out.

The trace of clarity obtained by the two cups of herbal tea was gone, and Li Qingmu grabbed the clothes on King Jin's chest with his two small hands, and closed his eyes obediently.