Cang Jiuyao's quilt was warm, and Yue Junzheng only felt that this was the most comfortable place in the world at the moment.

"I didn't want to wake you up." As soon as Yue Jun lay down, his hand was dishonestly touched forward.

Cang Jiuyao looked at him with half-open eyes and a little sleepy eyes, and said, "The prince has kept shaking the bed, and it is difficult for me not to wake up." ”

Avoiding Cang Jiuyao's wound, Yue Junzheng really put his hand on the waist that Ying Ying was holding, and lowered his head and kissed Cang Jiuyao's hair lightly: "I apologize." ”

Cang Jiuyao muttered in her heart, she was cheap and behaved, but she didn't bother to bother with him.

Seeing that Cang Jiuyao was silent as if he was asleep, Yue Junzheng's hand began to be uncontrollable again, and he was no longer satisfied with just putting it on Cang Jiuyao's waist.

The movement of the body is always faster than the thought in the mind, as if the hand has slowly slid down before you know it.

Cang Jiuyao seemed to be really tired, and she didn't move even all the time, so Yue Junzheng's "courage" of "stealing incense" became bigger and bigger.

Touching it gently, Yue Junzheng frowned, thinking that he could touch the flesh, but it was not as plump as in the appearance.

As if checking, Yue Junzheng's hand continued to slide downward.

Cang Jiuyao has been practicing martial arts all year round, her body is lean and sturdy, and wherever her palms go, there is no trace of fat, until she is about to reach her knees, Yue Junzheng's hand suddenly stops.

Because under her fingers, a finger-long protrusion stretched between her thighs and knees.

Yue Junzheng's heart suddenly hurt.

Even if he didn't look at it, he knew that it must be a long scar, but he didn't know when he was injured, and even now, he hasn't fully recovered.

Cang Jiuyao, who had been silent, moved: "Don't touch it, it's so itchy." ”

Still half-asleep and half-awake, Yue Junzheng smiled helplessly.

"Does it still hurt?" The hand returned to Cang Jiuyao's waist, this time he didn't rub it up and down, but patted her back gently, as if comforting, and as if she was coaxing the child in distress, and her voice was warm in her ears.

"It's been a long time, and it still hurts. It's just that it's a little itchy when it rains on a cloudy day. Cang Jiuyao rubbed her hair.

Yue Junzheng lovingly smoothed her long hair behind him, and gently leaned towards her side again.

And Cang Jiuyao was also like instinct, rubbed into Yue Junzheng's arms, and then rubbed his long hair in his arms, found a comfortable position, and then quieted down again.

"How did it hurt?" Yue Jun asked gently with his arms around her.

Cang Jiuyao still had his eyes closed, but he could hear the buzzing sound in his chest when he spoke, which was a bit strange, but he really liked it: "My father got a very good wild horse, and no one can tame that horse, so I rode it secretly, and I was accidentally thrown off, and my leg was cut by a stone." ”

"And then?" For everything in Cang Jiuyao's past, Yue Junzheng wanted to know everything in detail.

"My father was leading troops to fight at the time, and the battle didn't go well in those days, so I didn't dare to tell him about it or find a military doctor, so I bandaged it myself and hid it."

Cang Jiuyao said with a sullen laugh: "My father doesn't know about this yet." ”

Imagining the naughty Cang Jiuyao at that time, Yue Junzheng lowered his head and kissed her lightly on the corner of her forehead: "You even have someone who is afraid." ”