Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Mu Ziling found that his thinking was further and further away by Long Xiaoyu's tenderness at this moment, and his thoughts drifted further and further ...

Of course, the softest part of the left chest becomes warm and soft with this distant thought.

I don't know when it began, she gradually faded away the set of respect and rituals that Long Xiaoyu had at the beginning.

Even if she didn't disdain this set, she did it because she just regarded him as His Highness King and nothing else.

At that time, even if she and him lived under the same roof, they didn't even look up and down, as if they were separated by mountains and rivers.

But now, when she found Long Xiaoyu was around, she had ceased to be her.

She found that when she did not see Long Xiaoyu for the past half month, she always thought of him frequently in her spare time, thinking of his goodness, his badness, and his bit by bit;

She found that she was no longer just treating him as His Highness King's Prayer, just as she had first met, just because she had regarded him as someone she liked.

So, in front of someone you like ...

I do n’t know when, in front of him, she likes to stab him with his sword, likes to quarrel with him, likes to fight with him, just because she wants him to stand by her and let her;

I don't know when she will be angry and play a small temper in front of him, just because she wants to get the coddling and love he won;

I don't know when, she wanted to release the grievances in his heart unbridled in front of him, just because she was very greedy, greedy to get more care and pity from him.

I don't know ... so many don't know, but she knows that she really likes Long Xiaoyu.

This love is far stronger and deeper than she imagined.

That thick, that deep, seems to have gradually extended to love, not seems to have extended to love, but has extended to love.

Now she can no longer deny an indisputable fact: Mu Ziling can no longer control her heart, can no longer make any excuses, escape, and deny the true heart she has lost.

She loved him, she threw her heart to him, and the seeds of her love were planted deeply in her empty heart, silently taking root in her heart, sprouting, and blooming again, Finally bear fruit.

This fruitful love, overflowing her heart full, unknowingly, has become deeply rooted, embedded in the bone marrow, and then difficult to pull out.

Even if it is pulled out, the deep roots that will be firmly tied in the end will be ragged all over the body, scars are scarred, and the pain that His Majesty can't annihilate for generations to come.

It's not easy to fall in love with someone, and even harder to fall in love with someone. She doesn't know what will happen in the future and doesn't want to guess.

Maybe she shouldn't worry about the future, or his identity, whether he is Long Xiaoyu, or His Royal Highness.

Love is love, and she should give herself a chance to indulge in loving him.

At least for now, she is still his wife. At least for now, she is still by his side. At least for now, she can still have his tenderness.

His tenderness, his thoughtfulness, seemed nothing at first glance, but bit by bit, the tiny strands of coalesced seemed to turn into a warm hot spring pool water, letting her **** into it and sink into Inextricable……

Drying Mu Ziling's long hair that looks like splashing ink, Long Xiaoyu is preparing to hug her drowsy--

At this moment, Mu Ziling, who had been asleep asleep on his thigh, crawled subconsciously into his tender arms.

Then, her little head gave a lustful **** in his warm arms, and then fell asleep again.

Feeling Mu Ziling's sudden intimacy, Long Xiaoyu's hand was about to be lifted first, and then a warmth appeared in the bottom of his heart, and his entire body followed.

Mu Ziling's long and soft breathing sound came from the ear. Unable to help, Long Xiaoyu's raised hand gently embraced the little man in her arms, like holding the rarest treasure in the world. .

His warm, wide palm stroked her dark, silky hair.

Mu Ziling stretched his hands around his lean waist, his cheeks clinging to his warm and strong chest, listening to his steady and strong heartbeat.

He sniffed the unique smell of cold plums on his body, and the corner of Mu Ziling's mouth, which seemed like a dream, slowly evoked a happy and satisfying arc, as if immersed in the best dream ...

I saw her rubbing a few more times in his arms, her lips flapping slightly, and her mouth murmured softly, "Long Xiaoyu."

"Long Xiaoyu."

"Long Xiaoyu."

...

Her voice was very small, but in this quiet dormitory, these three words repeatedly came into Long Xiaoyu's ears clearly.

His Mumu was thinking about him in his dreams, so good! Long Xiaoyu's dark and frosty eyes crossed a little bit of joy.

Long Xiaoyu rested her head on Mu Ziling's head, froze intimately, lowered her head, and dropped a kiss on her soft hair.

Then, he took Mu Ziling, who was drunk in the gentle township weaving, gently picked it up, walked to the bed, and put it gently on the ice ice bed, and then sat up with him.

The frosty jade bed is made of thousands of years of frozen ice, which is extremely hard, but in order to allow Mu Ziling to sleep peacefully, it has been covered with a thick layer of natural cotton.

Frozen jade bed is soft, soft and soft, and people lying on it are extremely comfortable and soft, but the thick cotton cloth can not cover the cold of the ice jade bed, and it is still bitter and cold, which is unbearable for ordinary people.

But at this moment, the two people in the bed were comfortable and leisurely staying on top of each other, hugging each other closely.

At dawn and dawn, time is quiet.

The dawn of the morning light lifts the soft veil in the dark night, and spit out a bright and gentle morning light.

The palace was extraordinarily quiet. Long Xiaoyu sat on the head of the bed, leaning her back on the soft backrest behind her. Mu Ziling leaned on Long Xiaoyu's arms and slept soundly.

Long Xiaoyu's eyes were full of affection for staring at the sleeping little woman in her arms. At last, he lowered his eyes, and his eyes floated on Mu Ziling's left arm resting on his chest.

He gently took her arm and slowly rolled up her sleeve, exposing her arms as white as jade.

There was a hollow star-shaped mark on that slender white arm. Long Xiaoyu stared at the star-shaped mark, and the tenderness on his face gradually converged. The soft and affectionate eyes originally drew up slightly, flickering slightly. Complex light.

He raised his hand, stretched out the belly of the soft and moist forefinger, and traced Capricorn back and forth in that hollow star-shaped mark, the dark and deep eyes became more and more incomprehensible ...

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Mu Yixue ran out of the meditation garden, and walked aimlessly.

It was like a walking dead, the whole person was haunted, walking in steps, from day to night, from night to day.

Mu Yixue didn't know where she should go now, her heart full of hatred and pain, mixed together.

The two resentful thoughts seemed to be entangled into a dead knot, how could it not be untied, and they clung tightly to every corner of her body, making her nearly choked.

Walking and walking, Mu Yixue walked into a strange deep forest.

Except for the whistling wind in the woods, the leaves were rustling from the wind, and there was no other sound.

Mu Yixue propped a towering ancient tree in her arms. After a big breath, she squatted on the ground almost paralyzed, leaning on a wide trunk, holding her shoulders in her hands, and holding her face deeply. Buried on his knees, and started to cry.

She prayed to His Royal Highness with love, because Mu Ziling brutally hurt her and ruined her appearance.

Her closest biological mother in the world, because of Mu Ziling, warned her again and again, turning a blind eye to her wounds.

In the end, she pinned her only hope on the ‘father’ who had loved her since she was a child.

However, in the end, it was because of Mu Ziling. It was not him who scolded her face to face, saying that he would not investigate her damage to Mu Ziling over the years ...

Mu Yixue's crying paused, his father, no, how could Mu Zhenguo's hands appear innocently for the information that she bullied Mu Ziling?

Every time she went to make trouble for Mu Ziling, there was no one except Mu Ziling's timid girl, so that even the girl could not know everything.

Is Mu Ziling still hiding powerful figures?

If that's the case, then ...

Hehe, how ridiculous ... Why can Mu Ziling's **** get the favor of so many people, and what is she doing!

Mu Yixue just stopped crying a little, wondering for a moment, and then burst into tears.

The more she cried, the more she hated and the more jealous in her heart.

In her troubled mind, Long Xiaoyu's frosty face appeared involuntarily, but it was a handsome face that made her unable to extricate herself, like an infinite vicious circle.

How could Mu Yixue's tears couldn't stop, until a cold female voice came to her ear: "I never thought that Miss Mu Er, who had always been respected and honored, would have fallen to such a point, alas, it is really pathetic.

Mu Yixue's cry stopped abruptly. She raised her head in tears, her eyes blurred to see a man in black standing in front of her eyes.

Because he couldn't see clearly, Mu Yixue blinked, squeezing the tears condensed in the eye sockets, and letting the tears flow from the corner of the eye, and then clearly saw the person in front of him.

No, it cannot be said that it is clear.

Because the man in front of him was wearing a black cloak and a black cap with a cloak on his head, his body was covered by darkness.

Even if covered with a cape hat, her hair and face were still carefully wrapped with black cloth, and even her eyes were covered with a layer of black veil, which made people not see her look, but made people feel her. There was a icy coldness in his eyes, like cold blood and no emotion.

Even if the dawn of the dawn hits her at this moment, it still gives people a weird feeling.