Ye Mushen simply closed his eyes.

The curly eyelashes fluttered slightly.

It's just that he still hasn't let go of Ling Shang's hand.

"You didn't say anything to me......"

The rest of the sentence "Don't hate me" can't be said.

Ling Shang let Ye Mu participate in his fingers.

The abyssal eyes were enveloped by an eerie chill.

He knew very well that he really liked Ye Mu ginseng.

Even Ye Mushen's appearance at the moment made him unbearable and made him blame himself.

But he just can't do it, to accept this person's ** to himself.

He hates any form of **.

Repelling with calm, destroying the state of mind and clarity.

Ye Mushen didn't dare to look at Ling Shang's expression.

I'm even more afraid to hear him say something rejected.

He just hugged Ling Shang tightly and clasped his hand.

After a short time, Ling Shang slowly relaxed his brows.

Pursing his lips slightly, he probed his hand to the flat lower abdomen of Ye Mu Shen, and then moved down.

Ye Mushen's consciousness was a little sluggish, and brilliant fireworks exploded in his brain.

He was almost crying with happiness.

"Ling Shang...... Ling Shang ......" he hugged Ling Shang and muttered lowly.

Ling Shang closed his eyes in pain.

Ye Mushen got into the quilt, buried his head between Ling Shang's legs, and sucked the tip of his tongue through the thin shirt.

Ling Shang took a deep breath and dragged him away with his back collar.

As if he was worried that Ye Mu Shen would feel wronged, he also patted Ye Mu Shen lightly on the back.

"You don't have to. I...... I really don't hate you. ”

Ye Mushen heard Ling Shang say this.

But he felt that these words broke his heart a hundred times more than "I really hate you".

What Ling Shang hated was not that he was a ginseng at night.

It's the feelings themselves.

It's like inviting a person with anorexia to eat delicacies.

No matter how delicious the delicacies are, they can't make him like them.

Everyone knows that there's nothing inherently wrong with food.

It's just because he hates food, and he hates eating.

If he could survive without food, he would never have eaten anything for the rest of his life.

Ye Mu Shen wants to be Ling Shang's heart stone.

Just six years have passed.

Ling Shang's heart disease seemed to be getting worse and worse.

……

Later that day, Ling Shang threw everything on the bed and replaced it with a new one.

When Ye Mushen came back from the medicine pool, he saw the new room, and there was only a hole left in his dark eyes.

He didn't say goodbye to Ling Shang and returned to the palace alone.

When Ye Mushen left, Ling Shang actually knew about it.

It's okay if he's gone.

……

……

Everything is back to normal again.

Ye Mushen is becoming more and more like a good emperor who is diligent and loves the people.

He still visits the red maple forest every day.

Recently, he even asks himself, should he let go?

Just because he can't do something on his own doesn't mean that others can't do it.

If there are other people in the world who can make Ling Shang happy, why should he stop him?

Every time I ask myself like this, Ye Mushen will clearly feel the intense pain of being stripped of my heart.

Let go of the ghost.

He can give up everything without saying a word, except for one exception.

If someone wanted to snatch Ling Shang, they would have to take his Ye Mushen's life first.

If Ling Shang wanted to fly away with someone, then he would also have to step on his Ye Mu Shen's corpse to leave.

Ye Mushen knew that he was stunned, and his attachment to Ling Shang had reached the point of pathology.

But so what?

He never felt that there was any point in being a good person in the ordinary and worldly sense.

In addition to political affairs, Ye Mushen thinks about these messy things all day long. I want to talk with more like-minded people about "The World Poison Doctor: The Night Emperor, Please Respect Yourself", pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~