Ye Mushen couldn't remember the first time he heard such words, he trembled with anger and slashed at Ling Shang's wound hard.

"Why are you always stubborn and stubborn? Okay, if I don't dig up your damn Gu worms, you won't believe that I really want to stay, will you? ”

Ling Shang was unexpectedly attacked by a sneak attack, his fragile abdomen was scratched by his fingernails, and he pursed his lips and took two steps back.

His broad belt was on the ground, his clothes hanging unrung to his chest.

Ye Mushen swallowed regretfully at his half-hidden chest, "Miscalculated...... I should have hit my chest to ......."

Fortunately, his voice was soft enough, and Ling Shang was also a little confused, so he didn't hear him say such out of tune.

Ye Mushen blinked, suddenly felt that his upper lip was hot, and when he reached out to wipe it, he had another nosebleed.

Ling Shang reluctantly quickly straightened his clothes, took out the white handkerchief, carefully wiped the blood from his nose and palms, and pushed the door out as if he was fleeing.

The veil has a light tea aroma.

Ye Mushen didn't catch up.

He didn't know what happened to Ling Shang, but he didn't bother at this time.

He put a handkerchief over his nose and began to look around the room.

The furnishings are deserted, and even there are only a few elegant men's shirts in the wardrobe.

There is no trace of a woman's life.

Ye Mushen knew that Mo Yun had been in Qianqing Temple all along, but Ling Shang was his husband after all, but there was not even a token in the house, and the relationship between the two was inevitably too distant......

When he was in Luoyang, the old prime minister went to Ling Shang twice in three days, which was enough to see Mo Yun's feelings for him.

Of course, Ye Mushen sympathized with her, and even felt more guilty than Ye Mujing.

But at this moment, a corner of his heart still couldn't help but jump with joy.

Just knowing that he didn't have Mo Yun in his heart, he felt so heartily happy.

After waiting for a while, Ling Shang had not returned.

Ye Mushen took a cold bath, and when he was done, he changed into Ling Shang's nightgown and lay down on his bed.

Fingers touching the scar on his abdomen.

He was different from Ling Shang, Ling Shang's wounds always healed quickly, but the scar on his abdomen was still obvious.

Is it really like that guy said, his impulsive feelings for no reason are all because of the Gu under the scar?

He didn't believe it.

He didn't believe that his feelings could be influenced by anyone or anything.

……

Ye Mushen rushed all the way to Anyang, ran around the city for an afternoon, and fell asleep in a daze after lying down for a while.

He dreamed of a woman with a red dress and a charm, and only one back surprised him......

There was a sudden coldness on his face, which woke him up.

Ye Mushen exclaimed in a low voice, his hands and feet were weak, "Ling Shang ......"

When Ling Shang came back, he saw a table of untouched food and the wet luster on the corners of his mouth, and knew that he was drinking on an empty stomach again.

Too close to him, Ling Shangbao wasn't sure what he would do.

Catalyzed by the butterfly Gu, a look and a word from Ye Mushen would make him lose control.

He fled again, still worried about his body, and made porridge for him.

When I came back and saw him sleeping in my bed, I somehow laughed stupidly.

Reaching out to stroke his hair, his body leaned uncontrollably, and his face, which was cold by the night wind, pressed against his face.

Ye Mushen muttered, "I seem to have dreamed of my mother...... I wanted to see her face clearly, but you woke her up......"