Ye Mushen led Ye Mujing to the tea room.

Since the visitor didn't come to look for Ye Mushen, there was no need for him to come.

But he came after all - just to confirm that this person was really Zhou Yinchen.

Ye Mushen only glanced at him at the door and left.

In the elegant tea room, Zhou Yinchen under the candlelight and shadow seem to be two people with the cynical pretty boy in the past.

Ye Mushen had seen the same thing in the eyes of another person.

Only those who have died once will have that glint in their eyes.

The feeling of suffocation hit my heart; Ye Mushen fled in a hurry.

He jumped to the roof again, and sat on the horn rafters that spread out like bird's wings, overlooking the night of Luoyang City.

Countless doubts squeezed his ribcage one after another; And each question corresponds to multiple guesses......

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Lu Qian followed Ye Mushen's instructions, added some charcoal fire to the copper stove in the tea room and left.

Before leaving, he also paid special attention to Ye Mujing's condition.

At first glance, he is still the gentle Prince Jing in the past.

The demeanor is graceful, and the eyes are clear.

It's just that there is always a plausible mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, which makes people feel strange.

"Ah Jing......" Zhou Yinchen felt dizzy at the first sight of him.

He called his name dimly, suddenly forgetting what he was coming from, not knowing what to continue to say.

Ye Mujing stood behind the door, calmly watching him from top to bottom.

Zhou Yinchen was horrified by this strange gaze - as if all his obscurations had been stripped away by his gaze.

"Ah Jing, you ......" Zhou Yinchen paused, "Are you okay?" ”

Ye Mujing didn't seem to understand his words, pursed his lips slightly, and shook his head.

"Ah Jing, you ...... I'm here to ask you to do something......"

Zhou Yinchen had already prepared that his request would be rejected, so his tone was full of embarrassment.

But he had no choice.

Ye Mujing stared at his chest, his soft eyes with a little confusion.

Zhou Yinchen understood what he was looking at, squeezed his fist, and reached out to tear open his collar.

Under the slender neck, revealing the delicate collarbone; The pale honey-colored chest slowly opened, and there was a beautiful mark near the atrium.

"What about yours?" There was a distinct tension in Zhou Yinchen's voice.

Ye Mujing approached him step by step, and his eyes never took off the mark on Zhou Yinchen's chest.

Still silent, he stretched out his fingers to rub the mark.

"You ...... that day," Zhou Yinchen staggered the crazy scene in his mind, "You poked too deeply, but you didn't hit the fatal place...... I didn't breathe, I didn't die......"

Ye Mujing didn't seem to hear anything.

He only caressed the word "Jing" on Zhou Yinchen's chest with his own hands infatuatedly.

Zhou Yinchen vaguely noticed the strangeness of Ye Mujing.

He called again, "Ah Jing, are you okay?" Why didn't you say a word? ”

Ye Mujing hummed a familiar tune in his throat.

Zhou Yinchen remembered this tune—it was a tune that the scholar had played.

Unwilling and sour, he held Ye Mujing's shoulders with both hands, "Ah Jing, Ah Jing, look at me, I'm Bingyan......"

Ye Mujing was startled by his sudden touch, lowered his head to avoid his gaze, and bit his lower lip and shook his head desperately.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhou Yinchen was scared, "Ah Jing, are you angry with me?" I shouldn't have ...... that day I shouldn't have forced you in front of my sister...... It's okay for you to beat me, kill me...... This life of mine was originally at your mercy......"

Ye Mujing struggled hard to break free of his hands.

He seemed to be deliberately reluctant to speak, his lower lip was bitten, and he didn't say a word.