Ye Mushen didn't believe it even more, and the Ling Chamber of Commerce was raising a little boy in the house.

It's just a red-faced voice that makes people hear it......

It is impossible not to recognize the night ginseng.

What happened to Brother Jing?

Ye Mushen hesitated for a moment, closed the door, and placed Ling Shang on the chaise longue, and then cautiously approached the bed.

The closer he got to the bed, the more ecstatic the groans came from the bed.

The hairs on Ye Mushen's back also stood up in more and more fright.

"Brother Jing?" Ye Mushen came to the tent and didn't dare to open the translucent curtain.

"Ah......h

The man buried his face to one side and shrunk back.

Ye Mushen took an awkward step back.

Needless to say, the naked man in an embarrassed shape on the bed was Ye Mujing.

The lines of his bare back are well-proportioned and elegant, but with a very unusual flush.

His hands, bound by the golden bell rings, were painfully intertwined, and his wrists were marked with shocking strangulation marks.

The golden lock ring made the sound of Qingyue's bell from time to time, and the soft moan of Ye Mujing was more aphrodisiac than the most ruthless medicine.

Ye Mujing's waist writhed unbearably, and his waist socket appeared deep and shallow with his movements, tempting people to lean down......

Ye Mushen only felt a sudden astringency in his throat.

He quickly closed his gaze, held his breath, and took another step back.

Prince Jing is elegant and humble, and pays the most attention to the word "etiquette".

He wouldn't want anyone to see his gaffe.

For a time, Ye Mu was in a dilemma.

Obviously, Ye Mujing was drugged.

It's still the most obscene kind.

If the curtain is lifted, after the effect of the medicine is over, Ye Mujing sees himself, and he doesn't know how embarrassed and shy he will be.

But if you just let it go...... Ye Mu ginseng is also not at ease.

Ye Mushen looked back at the unconscious Ling Shang, and sighed through the curtain to look at the graceful figure on the bed......

It is said that Ye Mujing is enchanted by Ling Shang, and he is not even the prince......

Will he, for the sake of Ling Shang, even lose his shame?

Ye Mushen was taken aback by his thoughts, and then denied himself: Brother Jing would not give himself this kind of medicine.

Because Ling Shang would not do anything to him to take advantage of others.

No, no, no......

None of this is critical.

What Ye Mushen wanted to be sure of the most was that Ling Shang would not have that kind of desire for Ye Mujing no matter what......

— but he wasn't sure.

Compared with the stubborn Ye Mu ginseng, Ye Mu Jing can be said to be very compatible with Ling Shang everywhere.

Moreover, thirteen years ago, when Ye Mushen was teasing Ah Yan, the person who felt sorry for Ah Yan was also Ye Mujing.

Ye Mushen's feelings for Ling Shang have only been a few months long - and today is the end of this relationship.

He also knew very well that his treatment of Ayan was completely different from Ye Mujing.

And Ye Mujing's feelings for Ling Shang have been thirteen years.

No matter how you look at it, the heavens should favor this affectionate Prince Jing and let Ling Shang fall in love with him, shouldn't he?

But if that is the case......

Ye Mushen suddenly sat down on the exquisitely carved golden silk nanmu chair.

How could Ling Shang ......

How can you like other people?

Ye Mushen came back to his senses from his rambling reverie.

The strangulation marks on Ye Mujing's hands are new and old.

Looks like...... This is not the first time that he has been trapped in a bed with his hands tied and a prisoner in this golden house.

Even if Ye Mujing is infatuated, he won't be masochistic, right?

The only one who could have done such a ridiculous thing to the former Prince Jing was ......