Song Yu stood at the door of the study and looked at the busy cyan figure, inexplicably unable to move under his feet.

And at this moment, Wei Youlan raised her head, and at a glance saw Song Yu standing at the door, and was stunned for a moment.

"Lord Wang......" she called him.

"Are you feeling better?" Song Yu asked lightly.

"Thanks to the master, the slave's body is already well!" Wei Youlan replied in a low voice.

"If you can't support it, just rest for two more days, and this king can let others take charge of your affairs first!" In fact, these chores that Wei Youlan does can be replaced by a little maid.

"No need, lord!" Wei Youlan shook her head as she spoke: "The slave's body is almost better, and she can't take the monthly money for nothing and make trouble for the master!" Wei Youlan said with a smile, but there was water flashing in her eyes, and she quickly lowered her head again, but her voice was hoarse: "The slave maid will go to the kitchen and bring some snacks to the master!" With that, Wei Youlan hurriedly passed by Song Yu's side.

After about an hour, Song Yu felt a little thirsty and wanted to ask Wei Youlan to pour a cup of tea, but when she looked up, she found that she was not in the study, I thought she might be waiting at the door of the room, but she still didn't respond, Song Yu pushed open the door and looked, there was no one outside the door, where was Wei Youlan's shadow!

There was a slight sound of footsteps in his ears, and Song Yu looked up, only to see Wei Youlan standing at the door of the study with a teapot in her hand.

"Lan'er......" Song Yu hesitated to call her name, unable to move an inch under her feet.

Wei Youlan turned around and wanted to run as if stung by something sharp, but the teapot and tray in her hand fell and shattered in a startled jump, the delicate white porcelain made a crisp breaking sound while touching the ground, and subconsciously bent down, Wei Youlan hurriedly cleaned up the broken ground, but her fingers were cut out of a broken porcelain piece, instinctively, Wei Youlan retracted her hand, but the red liquid still flowed out from the wound.

Song Yu couldn't control it anymore, stepped forward with an arrow, and gently pulled Wei Youlan into his arms, his lips quickly pressed against the wound and sucked the red that gushed out, and then with the smell of blood, his lips pressed against hers.

"Lan'er......," he shouted softly.

"Lord Wang......" she responded.

For a long time, they hugged each other, and Wei Youlan's head was pressed tightly against the rhythm of the beating in his chest.

"Master, we shouldn't ......" Wei Youlan sighed softly, her tears soaking through her white clothes.

Since that day, it was obvious that Song Yu had found that Wei Youlan had begun to avoid him, and in the blink of an eye, it had been two months since Wei Youlan came to King An's Mansion.

On this day, as usual, Song Yu was reviewing official documents in the study, and Wei Youlan stood quietly aside to help him grind.

Song Yu looked at Wei Youlan, who was hanging her head: "Lan'er......" Song Yu called her name softly, what did she want to say? But he was stunned by Wei Youlan's next move, 166 Reading Network