"And you're telling you what you're doing?" Ye Dusheng handed his blood-stained fingers to Jun Qingmo and asked.

Jun Qingmo, who was expressionless and masochistic a moment ago, was nervous in his eyes at this time, and his tone was a little slurred, "I just ...... Just wanted to ......"

"Do you just want to stop the Flower Cream from working in this way?" Ye Dusheng wiped the blood on his hand to Jun Qingmo's pale lips, and after saying this, he licked it gently.

Ye Dusheng's sudden movements caught Jun Qingmo off guard, and the tingling sensation spread from his lips to his whole body, staring at Ye Dusheng's delicate eyebrows and stunned.

"But do you know that cutting the scar and soaking in the hot springs not only does not reduce the medicinal effect of the flower cream, but can make the flower cream work quickly. It's just that the process is many times more painful in comparison. Ye Dusheng left after dropping a kiss on Jun Qingmo's lips, but his hand touched Jun Qingmo's chest again.

Ye Dusheng touched Jun Qingmo's front and felt the trembling of Jun Qingmo's body, Ye Dusheng raised his head and asked, "Tell me, why don't you want to remove the scar?" ”

Staring at Ye Dusheng, who had a flush on his face, Jun Qingmo clenched his hands into fists and propped them behind him, his eyes flashed with hesitation, his lips tightened, and he didn't speak for a long time.

When he heard Ye Dusheng say that the medicinal effect of Huarong Cream was still there, Jun Qingmo was just a little helpless in his heart, but he was still unwilling to tell Ye Dusheng about his past.

Jun Qingmo felt the fiery desire attacking his mind, frowned, let go of his clenched hands, gently grabbed Ye Dusheng's shoulders, and pushed him away from him, "Lady is obedient, don't make trouble." ”

"I'm going to make trouble. You only tortured me for an hour last night, can you bear to ...... me here" In fact, last night can't be considered torture, Jun Qingmo's movements are very gentle, and Ye Dusheng also enjoyed it.

"......" Jun Qing was silent, closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, enduring the swelling desire and the intense pain in his back. He really couldn't bear it, so he restrained himself again and again.

"Why don't you want to tell me why? The scars on your body are related to your past, you don't want me to know your past, you don't want to open your heart to me......" Ye Dusheng increased the force in his hand, and Jun Qingmo opened his eyes instantly.

"I'm not ......" Jun Qingmo sighed, hugged Ye Dusheng into his arms, and explained, "It's not that I don't want to open my heart to you, I just don't want you to be sad for me." ”

"Then you don't think I'm sad now?" Ye Dusheng's peach blossom eyes were filled with mist, and he snorted coldly, "Won't I be sad to see you torture yourself?" ”

Drops of warm liquid dripped on Jun Qingmo's shoulders, and Jun Qingmo's eyes were shocked, and his heart was shocked. Again he cried for himself......

"Lady, I was wrong...... Jun Qingmo looked at Ye Dusheng who was reddened from the corners of his eyes in his arms, trembled his hands, gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers, and said hoarsely and choked in a hoarse voice.

"Jun Qingmo, I don't want your apology. Since you don't want to tell me about your past, you don't want me to be sad for you, then let's forget the past, forget those unpleasant things, and forget the origin of your scars. I, you, and my aunt who has regained my sight, shall the three of us start over and live happily ever after? Ye Dusheng covered his hand on Jun Qingmo's hand, his eyes were filled with tears, and he smiled with a smile.