Ling Shang fed a mouthful of porridge, and Ye Mu ginseng spit it out.

The sticky white slid from the corner of his mouth to his neck, and Ling Shang almost fell off the bowl when he saw it.

He sneered and asked, "Didn't you like my porridge the most?" Don't like it now? ”

Ye Mushen sneered, "I'll ...... right away I'm about to marry Wanqing...... What are you now? ”

"What's the problem?"

“…… No. Ye Mushen lowered her starry eyes gloomily, "You can do whatever you want." Anyway...... I won't have to see you again in a few days. ”

"No......" Ling Shang smiled and untied the chains on his hands, "...... You're going to have nightmares over and over again...... In every nightmare, there is me. ”

Ye Mu Shen no longer spoke. He didn't bother to rap with this madman anymore.

He knew he could forget it all.

Ling Shang is a person who can't let go of his obsessions, but he admires ginseng at night on the contrary.

Obsession hurts others and hurts himself, he doesn't want to, and he won't become a captive of obsession.

His hands were finally free, but Ye Mushen no longer had the intention of running away.

His legs trembled, and his body fell apart, unable to stand.

When I got out of bed, I was going to sit down on the ground.

Ling Shang supported him at the right time, pulled his body and made him face the bed, "Look, these marks on the bed ...... Beautiful, right? ”

Ye Mushen covered his stomach and spit out a few mouthfuls of sour water, eager to vomit out his stomach.

"You've soiled my place." Ling Shang said gloomily, "Ah Shen, these ...... It's all your own stuff, and you hate it too? ”

Ye Mu pretended to be deaf and closed his eyes.

He hadn't slept for a day and a night.

Ling Shang pursed his lips and dropped a light kiss on the side of his face.

He took a robe and put it over him, picked it up, and went to the bath.

Ye Mushen was awakened by the humidity, opened his eyes and looked at the clear hot spring water, and wanted to plunge into it.

The fishy smell of his body always reminds Ling Shang of his existence.

I really want to erase all these annoying memories.

"Do you want to wash yourself?" Ling Shang put him down and put his hands on his lean waist.

Ye Mushen suddenly remembered that thirteen years ago, he had seen this man kill the stray cat he had picked up with his own hands.

In the cold snow, he sobbed as he slashed the wildcat's throat.

Skinned intact, it was splattered in scarlet with cat blood.

Then the bones of the wild cat were dismantled one by one, and the cat meat was torn into pieces piece by piece and fed to the crows.

The rest of the pile of bones and cat skins were arranged by him in a strange shape.

He reverently knelt in front of the pile of cat bones, wiped away his tears, and muttered words in his mouth.

Ye Mushen suddenly jumped out from behind him, and his eyes were red with fright compared to the cat blood on his face.

asked him what he was doing, but he bowed his head and said nothing, looking like he had been wronged.

After that day, Ye Mushen did not allow him to wash the blood on his face for more than ten days, nor did he change his clothes.

Word spread from the top and bottom of the princess's mansion that he brutally killed a wild cat.

However, only Ye Mushen knew that he also struggled when he killed the cat.

But once a person's hands are stained with blood, he will always be a sinner.

Ye Mushen can imagine how many people's blood Ling Shang has had on his hands over the years.

The sins on Ling Shang's body cannot be washed away, and the filth on his body will always follow him.

He seemed to understand Ling Shang's so-called nightmare.

"Brother, I want to regret my marriage." Ye Mu Shen murmured softly.