None of the descendants of the imperial family would like something unclean.

The cleanliness of the night ginseng has reached an unreasonable level.

This may also be the reason why he has always been reluctant to be bound by love words.

After all, Ye Mu Ginseng doesn't like to be close to people in his bones.

He was almost poisoned by his biological father, and since then he has realized a truth.

- Even though a person's skin can be born clean and beautiful, the heart is often dark and ugly.

Previously, Ye Mushen thought that there was only one really clean person in the world, and that was Ye Mujing.

After meeting Ling Shang, Ye Mushen felt that this person was peerless, and his heart was probably transparent.

People or things that have nothing to do with him, he should only be out of sight.

But if he cares, unless it is spotless, there is only the fate of being abandoned by him.

Before giving up, he may be disliked and humiliated by him in every way.

But the young Fifth Prince's dislike for the scholar was not just due to his "uncleanness".

In other words, he and the scholar were born incompatible, and every time I saw him, my heart was panicked, and even I became more and more disgusted with his filth.

The malice of children with hanging hair is often purer and more vicious than that of adults.

Ye Mushen felt the thick liquid in his chest gradually cool, and then dry.

Even with his own stuff, he felt disgusted.

Ling Shang's words made his brain blank for a long time, and finally spit out a sentence in frustration, "Ling Shang, let me go." ”

But Ling Shang had long expected him to say this, and instead pillowed his arm and lay down on his side.

"Don't touch me!" Ye Mushen couldn't stand the breath that enveloped his body, and moved his body violently.

It's a pity that his hands are firmly cuffed, and he can't twist his body or escape the arms of the demon.

The strong smell mixed with Ling Shang's smell reminded him of his own sinfulness and unbearableness all the time.

"Ah San," Ling Shang sighed lightly, "I told you a long time ago that I am a heinous and bad person. It's you who insist on entanglement. ”

“…… Now it's you pestering me. Ye Mushen's heart hurt as if it was torn apart by a sharp claw.

Ling Shang hugged him tighter, and said to himself, "I don't care about my past, I don't care how many lives I have...... No matter how much I try to keep my distance, you're still going to stick like kraft candy...... Ah San, when you lied to people, you were much cuter than now. ”

"I ...... at that time" Ye Mushen choked up again, "I didn't lie to you......"

"It doesn't matter if I lie or not." Ling Shang smiled softly, "It's better to protect you silently...... It's so much more fun to torture you. ”

Ye Mushen trembled spasmodically, "...... You're so naïve. ”

Ling Shangqing pecked him coldly on the cheek, "What I experienced at that childish age, you can never imagine. Right now...... I'd like to be naïve for a while. ”

"Now you have everything—status, power, money, fame...... Why are you bothered that I'm a liar like me who isn't cute at all, and I don't feel happy for myself? ”

"Who says you're good for nothing?" Ling Shang's fingers rubbed the sensitive skin on his chest, close to his ear, and his voice was clear and deep, "Ah Shen, you don't know...... Your voice is wonderful. ”

Ye Mushen shivered again, and the heat in his lower abdomen, which had only calmed down for three minutes, burned vigorously again, burning his throat dry and his cheeks red.

"If you want to get on me, hurry up." He urged in a hoarse voice, "Wasn't it very powerful before?" Now that I haven't moved for so long, can't I? ”