The wound on Ling Shang's forehead had healed, and there was no trace of trauma.

His long hair was scattered on his back, and he wore only a thin white coat, the placket was open, and he didn't bother to tie it again.

He came to Ye Mushen's side and watched coldly at the man on the bed who was surrounded by fear.

Ye Mushen shook his hands, and his wrists were red and painful by the gold lock ring.

Damn Mi Xiang...... I knew that I should have made soup and drank it in the dustless house at that time......

Mi Xiang slid onto him, and the slender black and smooth snake body wrapped around the lean torso of Ye Mu Shen's light wheat color, slowly contracting his muscles, gradually making him breathless.

Ye Mushen couldn't help but inhale heavily, but his cheeks were still red from the feeling of suffocation.

Gradually, Ye Mushen found that he didn't even have the strength to inhale—Mi Xiang had completely squeezed his lung cavity, and he could no longer contain a trace of air.

He was enveloped by the despair of dying, and all that remained in his mind was the first glimpse he had seen Ling Shang on the roof of the princess's mansion thirteen years ago.

Why did that young man, who was even more dazzling than the stars on the horizon, become the demon who now takes pleasure in humiliating himself?

You should still blame yourself for your willful arrogance......

The corners of the eyes are slightly moist.

The feeling of waiting for death is really like a year.

Ling Shang snapped his fingers, and Mi Xiang suddenly became obedient and gentle, let go of Ye Mu Shen, and burrowed back into the dark and cold coffin.

As soon as he woke up, he was scared half to death, and then he was almost strangled by it...... Ye Mushen was in shock, and the blood on his body was flowing with the trembling and sorrow of the rest of his life.

And the skin on his waist and abdomen that had been touched by Mixiang's cold and slippery body made him sick to his stomach.

Ling Shang sat down beside Ye Mushen, "You have been poisoned by Mixiang, and you still survived...... For you, ordinary poisons will lose their effectiveness...... Therefore, the medicine I use on you is naturally different from that used by ordinary people. ”

Ye Mushen struggled not to look at him.

He could feel Ling Shang's gaze full of hatred.

And he doesn't care anymore.

The past, to put it bluntly, is nothing that can't be let go.

Ye Mu Shen can give away Xiao Aotang to others, and of course, he can also leave behind a certain period of unbearable love history that makes Zhi dizzy.

He may still owe Ling Shang a lot......

But he had neither the mood nor the ability to pay it back.

And Ye Mushen's indifferent and breezy attitude was a fatal blow to Ling Shang.

Ling Shang forcefully broke his chin and made him face himself, his tone was strangely gentle, "Ah Shen, angry?" ”

Ye Mushen felt disgusted again and rolled his eyes, "Don't call me that. ”

"It's just for Mixiang to tease you...... Aren't you more careful than he is? ”

“…… Ling Shang, what do you want? ”

"I want to ......," Ling Shang playfully lengthened his voice, "I want you to live rather than die." ”

Ye Mushen forced the sour water surging in his stomach and squeezed out a beautiful smile, "Your purpose has been achieved—as long as I see you, I feel that life is worse than death." ”

"Really...... But that's not enough. Ling Shang stretched out his hand to brush away the strands of hair scattered around his ears, and his movements were ambiguous and gentle, like a lover.

It's just that Ye Mu Shen's heart is as clear as a mirror, and the original intention of this action is to make himself suffer from the inability to escape from this disgusting touch.

However, the heat on his body was already unbearable.

It was only because he didn't want to encounter Ling Shang's arrogant and contemptuous gaze that he tried his best to make such a calm appearance.

God knows how torturous it was.

"Don't you want to me?" Ye Mushen sighed to himself, "Come on." ”