Concubine Ye's eyes widened, and Su Mohan's tongue was still entwined in her mouth, absorbing the residual sweetness, licking and kissing her cherry lips little by little.

"You... You're deliberately ......"

Concubine Ye stretched out her hand and wanted to push him away, but Su Mohan refused, looked down at her and said softly, "It tastes just right now." ”

"Don't make a fuss, the child will see it later."

"It's not like I haven't seen it."

"Hmm... You're so thick-skinned now......"

"You've always been so thick, did you find out today?"

Su Mohan picked up Concubine Ye by the waist, and then carried her back to the bedroom directly, threw her on the bed eagerly, and then took off her shirt and bullied herself.

"Su Mohan... I haven't taken a shower yet......" Concubine Ye got up and wanted to run.

"I'll wash it for you."

"I ......"

"Just once, I gently ......"

Concubine Ye's cheeks flushed, and when she met his burning eyes, she suddenly felt that there was nothing to hide, and she didn't know how to speak for a while.

In the end, he couldn't escape his clutches, but at the cost of a wound on his back that cracked open.

Concubine Ye stood behind him with red eyes, helped him unwrap the red gauze, carefully smeared the wound medicine, and couldn't help but count: "I'll just say no, no... You just won't listen to me... You see that the wound at the end of the end has cracked again......"

"What's wrong?" Su Mohan was still in a good mood and laughed, his pale face made him a little more feminine.

The strength in Concubine Ye's hand was a little heavier: "When is it, you are still making trouble!" ”

Su Mohan snorted, and a little coldness oozed from his forehead: "You little conscienceless, when the child is born, I will never let you go so easily!" ”

Concubine Ye snorted lightly and ignored him, her cheeks were against the orange light, but she couldn't see the two reds.

The two of them didn't speak again, the room gradually quieted down, the orange light shrouded the figures of the two, and the air was mixed with a touch of blood and ambiguous atmosphere, strangely blended together, it seemed particularly warm.

Concubine Ye gently stroked the wound on his back, which can be described as devastating.

But it is this constantly wide back that has carried countless ups and downs for himself.

She remembered that when she first thought that Alai died in prison, it was he who carried himself step by step to the end of the road in the pouring rain, and when he was alone in the face of accusations and frames from his father, stepmother, and relatives, he gave her the most powerful support.

Even later, when taking wedding photos on the boat on the island, he protected himself in front of him, turned his back to all the attacks, and after she was captured by the golden dragon, it was he who carried all the wind and rain.

Perhaps, sometimes he is indeed not so perfect, and indeed he is not omnipotent.

But so what?

In this world, there is a person who is willing to use his shoulders to shield you from all the wind and rain and shoulder all the responsibilities given by life, so is it enough.

"What are you thinking?"

Su Mohan noticed that she hadn't moved, and couldn't help but speak softly.

Concubine Ye came back to her senses and did not answer, but leaned down, lowered her eyes, and gently kissed the hideous wound on his back, like a light feather, gentle and lingering.

Su Mohan's body stiffened for a moment, and the green tendons on his arms bulged one by one.

Feeling her soft lips, she involuntarily closed her eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "Concubine ......"