My Love Comes to See the Grass on my Grave

Gu Lang thought that Murong Yan would be lost, angry, and would not even see him, but he never thought that Murong Yan would say such a thing. He paused and said, "You are not such a person."

"How do you know I'm not?" Murong Yan said, his voice not distinguishing between joy and anger, "I'm so disgusting and shameless, I can't do anything." His fingertips slid across Gu Lang's waist and touched his belt.

"Murong!" Gu Lang squeezed his hand, "Stop joking."

"I'm not kidding." Murong Yan bent over, picked him up, and walked to the bed.

Suddenly there were various sounds in the bedroom, and the movement was not small. The guard outside the door whispered: "I didn't expect His Highness to be so fierce."

Another person echoed: "Maybe it's been holding back for a long time..."

In the room, Murong Yan and Gu Lang were fighting on the bed, making the bed board rattle. Gu Lang fell unsteadily on the bed, and Murong Yan grabbed his hands and pressed them over his head, then pulled his belt and tied his hands.

"Murong Yan!" Gu Lang was anxious and angry, "Why are you tying me up?!"

Murong Yan brushed away the hair that was scattered on his forehead, and said slowly, "I don't say everything in the book, just tie it to the bed and sleep until I have a child."

Gu Lang's forehead twitched, "...I won't give birth." What script did you read?

"How do you know if you don't try." Murong Yan slowly pulled away his belt, his palms dipped into his undershirt, and pressed against his delicate waist.

Gu Lang was itchy when he touched him, and couldn't help shrinking, "Itchy..."

Murong Yan touched his chest, pulled open the collar, bit him, and said, "I want to sleep with you, why don't you seem to be afraid at all?"

Gu Lang earned his hands and said, "You won't."

"No, it's not that you believe I won't," Murong Yan said, leaning closer to his ear, "but you are willing to be happy with me, don't you?"

Gu Lang's face heated up, "I didn't…"

Murong Yan: "No?"

Gu Lang: "...No!"

Murong Yan suddenly buried his face in his neck and smiled, smiled and then sighed: "Why are you being so stubborn when you say you are? Is it because of my heart? I don't have a conscience."

Gu Lang hesitated, "I..."

"Forget it," Murong Yan hugged him tightly and said, "Let me hug him and sleep for a while. There are so many things today, but I'm sleepy."

Gu Lang didn't move. Hearing the sound of his breathing, his heart froze. It's not that he didn't like it. When Murong Yan was in the moonlight and kissed him for the first time, he knew that this person was different to him. He has traveled for a long time, and no one except Zhao Zhuo knows whether he is cold or warm. It was Murong Yan who broke in regardless of whether he rushed in and couldn't drive him away.

But he couldn't forget how Murong Yan's eyes were blind. They strayed into the mountains and lost their way. His mind was confused and confused. He mistakenly recognized Murong Yan as Zheng Yufei, and beat him to the point of being severely injured, even blinding his eyes. Only then did he realize that there was only hatred in his heart for eleven years, and love was too unfamiliar to him. Over the years, he was accustomed to taking risks alone, and was used to hiding everything in his heart. For the rest of his life, there were only four words left in his life, and he never knew how to love someone.

Murong Yan treated him sincerely, but he didn't know how to love Rong Yan, and even suspected that if he hated the present, he would have no place for Murong Yan in his heart. Two people stick together, they should give each other, just like his parents, they will never leave and never give up.

Murong Yan should find a crown princess who treats him wholeheartedly, not someone like him who only has hatred in his heart.

He is not worth it.

Liu Dameng opened his eyes in a daze, and saw Ruan Nian and Qu Fengyun sitting by the bed watching him.

Seeing him wake up, Ruan Nian said happily, "You are awake!"

Liu Da jerked his head, and suddenly cried out in pain, "Hey...why is my head hurting so much?"

Ruan Nian: "...You hit your head against the wall."

"Bumped into the wall?" Liu Dameng was dubious, and Qu Fengyun also nodded with an expression on his face, "En."

Liu Dameng's body became itchy again, like thousands of insects crawling around. He couldn't help reaching out and scratching, "Itchy! It's so itchy..."

Ruan Nian remembered the bottle of medicine given by the master, and hurriedly took it out, "Try this."

Liu Dameng remembered his swollen face, diarrhea, etc., and he didn't dare to eat it, "I, I don't eat it."

Qu Fengyun grabbed his mouth with one hand and said to Ruan Nian, "Put it in."

"Oh..." Ruan Nian poured out a medicine and stuffed it directly into Liu Dameng's mouth.

"Cough cough..." Liu Dameng crawled on the edge of the bed, wanting to cry without tears, thinking that it would be miserable if he had itching and diarrhea later, his life was miserable!

However, after waiting for a while, the itching on the body gradually subsided, and there were no other messy symptoms.

"Why... it seems to be fine?" Liu Dameng said uncertainly, "It doesn't seem to be itchy anymore?"

Ruan Nian's eyes lit up and took his hand to give him a pulse. He checked again and again, and then took a closer look at the scratches on his body, and said in surprise: "It seems to be really good! Ah hard!"

He was so happy that he hugged Qu Fengyun beside him, his head twitched, and he kissed his face.

Qu Fengyun: "..."

Ruan Nian: "…"

Liu Dameng said angrily: "Do you want shame?! Go back and kiss!"