I saw Xiling Jing sitting on a purple gauze couch with a naked upper body of honey, with his back facing Gong Ruomu. （）

In front of him was a pot of curling purple smoke, and the entangled purple mist turned into slender silk threads, scrambling to get into the back of Xiling Jing.

It was like stitching Xiling Jing, and the wound on his back that had been turned out of the flesh was gradually stitched up.

I couldn't help but be shocked, and Gong Ruomu saw that the purple silk thread began to speed up.

This...... It's healing with the magic element. （）

Xiling Jing did not invite a professional magic doctor, and did it rashly by himself, and he must have endured severe pain throughout the whole process.

What is the reason why the prince has to heal himself in pain that is beyond the tolerance of ordinary people?

During this time, Xiling Jing couldn't be distracted, so Gong Ruomu held his breath and stood at the door, motionless. He was relieved only after the line behind Xiling Jing was finally stitched automatically.

Opening his eyes without waves, Xiling Jing looked at Gong Ruomu in front of him, with a hint of cold anger: "Why don't you report it." （）”

“…… I'm anxious. Gong Ruomu scratched his head, worried that Xiling Jing would blame him, so he walked up flatteringly and helped him pinch his legs, "Prince Jing...... Uh, can I ask, how did this wound of yours come from? ”

"I can't."

"......" Gong Ruomu pursed her mouth and said coquettishly, "Just tell me, I'm curious!" ”

"Nope. （）”

“…… Prince Jing, you are so cold! Gong Ruomu crossed his waist, and wanted to add another question, is it cold sex.

Continuing to stalk, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration in his mind, and he couldn't help but tremble, "Prince Jing, don't tell me...... Is this the injury you suffered when you went out with Xue Meng? ”

Xiling Jing did not speak, neither admitting nor denying.

Gong Ruomu's heart had a bottom, and he flicked his bangs with a smile: "What should I do." (Alas, prince, to be honest, you have made such a big sacrifice for Snow Beauty, you should let her know and know, feel sorry for you, what are you doing by yourself like a stuffy gourd? ”

If Gong Ruomu was injured, he would definitely lie in Xue Meng's arms and cry, not even put on his body, and show his wounds to Xue Meng every day to win sympathy.

Is...... I don't understand the psychology of the prince.

Seeing that Xiling Jing looked unreasonable, Gong Ruomu pursed her lips: "I won't say more, I have already done what you asked me to do." Other than that...... Xue Meng is looking for you at the gate of the Prince's Mansion, do you want her to come in? ”

"What's the matter with me?"

"I don't know, she didn't tell me." Gong Ruomu scratched his head.

"......" After thinking for a while, Xiling Jing put on her clothes and lowered her eyes, "Let her go and drive Mo Tan to wait." ”

"Okay." Gong Ruomu glanced at his back again, didn't speak, and was about to turn around and leave, when Xiling Jing stopped him again.

"Don't tell her about this."

“…… Be. Gong Ruomu nodded helplessly, feeling really aggrieved for Xiling Jing.

Alas, the prince's mind is hard to guess.

After Gong Ruomu left the prince's mansion, he told Xue Meng the original words.

Xue Meng nodded, and immediately didn't think much about it, and went directly in the direction of driving away Mo Tan.

Originally, Gong Ruomu wanted to accompany him, but he was worried that Xiling Jing would peel off his skin after he found out, so he obediently went home to do hygiene.

When it came to the Ink Driving Tan, Xue Meng soaked in the pool water to eliminate fatigue and pass the time.

Wolf Bao squatted on the shore with a yawning snow meow, did he grab a few sound lice from his back, and played there: "Xue Meng, you said that you have - pets - things, and I also have a few good ones." ”

"You?" Xue Meng still remembered the time when Wolf Bao had a big mouth, raised her lips and smiled, and said very resentfully, "You are so short, what if your pet-thing is taller than you?" When the time comes, won't it be it that slips you? ”