The hair behind Li Qingheng was only half-dry, and now his back was wet, and it was cold.

She sat in front of the vanity mirror, looked at the somewhat blurred face in the bronze mirror, and said lightly: "Come here, dry my hair for me." ”

Shen Mo got up, looked as usual, picked up the cotton towel on the shelf, wrapped her hair, lowered her eyes, carefully wiped her hair one by one.

His movements were very stiff, and at first glance, he had never wiped anyone's hair, but he did not refuse, did not disobey her, and wiped his hair seriously.

Shen Mo in the mirror, eyebrows like ink paintings.

Li Qingheng had nothing to do, and observed this person carefully.

When I first saw him, I felt that he was pale and thin, like a sick ghost about to die, but now when I looked closely, I found that he was not completely thin, but mixed with a sense of perseverance, and the whole person was very clean, like a plum in the snow.

As time passed, the light in the room became scarce and the light gradually dimmed.

Shen Mo's forehead and neck, a thin layer of sweat appeared, and under the light of the candlelight, it was like a layer of gold for him.

His expression didn't show anything, but his eyes were darker than before.

His hair has been dried, and Li Qingheng is also very puzzled, why hasn't the medicine flare-up yet? Could it be that Shen Mo is doing something behind his back?

She ordered Shen Mo to sit on the edge of the bed on the carved shelf, and took out a bottle of medicine from the cabinet that was exactly the same as before, and let him drink it.

Shen Mo hesitated for a moment and finished drinking another bottle of medicine.

Li Qingheng took off his shoes, got into the quilt, poked his head out, and asked Shen Mo, "Do you want to sleep together?" ”

"No, you don't."

Cut, see how long you can endure.

Shen Mo sat quietly on the edge of the bed, and there were more beads of sweat on his forehead.

"Shen Langjun, can you compose poetry?"

"Yes."

"Then why don't I come up with a question, let's write a poem? Let's take flowers as the theme. ”

"Okay."

Shen Mo's mind drifted away, trying to ignore his own discomfort, only thinking that he was making up for his sins, forcing himself to compose poems.

After a while, Shen Mo said lightly: "There are no flowers where the moon is connected, and the wind is soft and the sun is much deeper." The city sees the stone masonry east well leaves, and the half-yellow flowers chant a lot for a long time. ”

Li Qingheng didn't care about what poems Shen Mo composed, she couldn't wait to read out her poems now: "Eighteen brides and eighty langs, pale hair and red makeup." The mandarin ducks are made into a double night, and a pear flower presses the begonia. ”

This poem is rumored to have been written by Su Shi, whether it is or not, Li Qingheng does not want to travel to the Song Dynasty to verify it.

Shen Mo was stunned for a moment after hearing this, his teeth tightened slightly, and even his mandible contracted.

"Shen Mo, how is my poem?"

"County Lord......"

Shen Mo seemed to want to refute something, but he only said two words and closed his mouth again.

There was a rustling sound behind him, and his five senses seemed to be amplified, just listening to the sound, as if he could know which layer of her clothes had been taken off, and how she was approaching him.

He closed his eyes and recited the Tao Te Ching in his heart.

At this point, it calmed down.

His suffocating suffocating was the fact that her weak, boneless hands rested on his chest, her soft shoulder bones against his back, and her hair running down his neck.

"Shen Langjun, the effect of the medicine has already attacked, you see, you sweat a lot, do you need me to help you? The Spring Festival is worth a thousand dollars. ”

She spoke in his ears.

"It's hard to endure, isn't it?"

Her lips suddenly touched his ears.

Fluffy, he thought, maybe sweet.

He opened his eyes suddenly, and his eyes were bloodshot red, like a devil crawling out of the abyss.

His eyes flashed with madness that he had never seen before.

He quietly raised his hand and pinched his thigh with his hand, the pain felt real and pulled him back to reality.

Li Qingheng's restless hands roamed over him, and he held them down when he was at the waist.

"County Lord, self-respect." The voice was calm all day.

？

"Are you going to become a monk?"

“……”

There is no reaction to such a teasing, if it is not to become a monk, then eighty percent are sick.

Li Qingheng worked hard for a while, but Shen Mo was iron-hearted and inactive. Until the upper and lower eyelids fought, she couldn't hold it anymore.

"Sleep."

Stay in the green mountains, don't be afraid of no firewood, and think of other ways tomorrow, it's really not okay to act in a play, and it's okay to let others catch the traitor.

Anyway, no matter how the means are used, as long as Shen Mo can be by her side, it would be fine.

Shen Mo was still sitting on the edge of the bed, unmoved.

"Sleep, what else can I do with you like a eunuch!" Li Qingheng worked hard for a long time but without results, and couldn't help but speak irritablely.

She directly and forcefully broke Shen Mo down and forced him to lie on the bed.

"I'm already sick, and I can't waste my waist after sitting all night? Completely hopeless. ”

Shen Mo was lying on the bed, his body tense, and even his breathing was restrained.

Li Qingheng was so sleepy that his upper and lower eyelids fought, and the hand that was pressing Shen Mo simply didn't let go, and pressed directly on him.

In the chaos, she was still a little unwilling.

Shen Mo can't really be sick, right?

Taking advantage of her unpreparedness, she reached out to probe it, but was immediately beaten away by Shen Mo.

Really sick.

Forget it, he can be cured, he can't be cured, he just needs his people to live.

Li Qingheng fell asleep, and the sound of even breathing sounded.

As everyone knows, it was that moment that made Shen Mo completely out of control.

He opened his eyes, bloodshot and crimson like the eyes of a trapped beast.

The sound of breathing involuntarily became heavier, and he looked at the sleeping county lord, who was like a stunning beauty coming out of a painting when she fell asleep, with picturesque eyebrows and picturesque skin.

He couldn't help but think of her lofty appearance, every time she appeared, there was always a sun shining on her, as bright as spring, different from his gloomy, humble as earth.

He envied her brilliance and even wanted to ravage her so hard that he pulled her down from the high altar.

As long as she seduces him again, he will completely pounce on her, and he will lead her to fall.

It's a pity that the people around me sleep deeply.

Shen Mo became more and more irritable, and once his dirty thoughts grew, he would go crazy.

……

The next day, when Li Qingheng woke up, he was awakened by the act of drawing a mattress.

"Jin Yu, I haven't woken up yet, I'll change it later." She swallowed, rolled over, and went back to sleep.

It's just that "Jin Yu" still didn't stop moving, still trying to hold up her body and pull the mattress away from under her.

"It's endless!"

Li Qingheng turned around abruptly, staring at the person in front of him with peerless beautiful eyes.

Looking at each other, Shen Mo was a little embarrassed on his face, and whispered something indistinct: "It's dirty." ”

Li Qingheng was stunned for a moment, and then he was shocked, and sat up in shock in his dying illness, almost jumping off the bed.

She didn't have time to glance at the so-called dirty, so Shen Mo immediately took the mattress away.

！

She was still immersed in shock.

What's going on, he ......

Not sick?

And......

There was a smell of sandalwood in the air.

That's really ......

She looked at Shen Mo with that strange, complicated gaze.

Shen Mo didn't dare to look at her, like a child who had made a mistake, avoiding her gaze, and buried his index finger tightly in the futon.