It’s already very late at night…

When Qin Ye came out of the room, the night outside was as dark as water, and everything was silent. There was only the whistling cold wind, the rustling shadows, and... the gentle crescent-shaped back of a man.

In the cold night, Zong Zhengli has been guarding outside...

When I saw his back, for some reason, my nose felt sore.

It was he who helped find Yunying.

When the prince wanted to kill Yun Ying, he rushed forward and used his body to block the fatal blow.

If it weren't for him, Yun Ying would probably be dead...

Suddenly, Zong Zhengli seemed to realize something and turned around, "Have you treated her injuries?"

Qin Ye immediately sniffed, suppressed his emotions, and returned to his usual calm state. He nodded and walked over:

"It's so late, thank you for troubling me..."

"It's not a big deal. It's my duty to ensure the safety of everyone in the capital." He pointed at the black token hanging on his waist and smiled gently and elegantly.

The capital city patrol officer, although a small official position, is of great use.

Although all the civil and military officials in the court laughed at him for being a useless prince with no real power and was randomly assigned a position by the emperor, he felt satisfied that he could help Qin Ye.

Although it was cold in winter, Qin Ye's heart was slightly warm.

She pursed her lips and looked at his waist:

"Let me... show you?"

Because of the sensitive position, she and him were not in a close relationship like a husband and wife, so it was not easy for her to speak up.

Zong Zhengli also realized that this was not a good idea, and waved his hands:

"Don't bother me. I'm not seriously injured. It's okay... um..."

When it was pulled to the waist, his face suddenly changed.

"No, I have to show you!" Qin Ye grabbed his wrist and led him into the house. "The doctor doesn't distinguish between genders!"

When they were in the Prince's Mansion, Zong Zhengyu kicked him hard on the waist.

The waist is the most vulnerable part of the human body and cannot be taken lightly.

"Princess Chen, I am a man. It is normal for me to suffer minor injuries. They will heal on their own in two days..."

"Get down!"

"Princess Chen..."

"Don't worry, I won't take advantage of you!"

“…”

He choked for a moment, and although he was a little shy, he still hesitantly unbuckled his belt and lifted his clothes up with very small movements.

The slender waist was revealed.

The cold white skin had no flaws, with distinct texture and deep lines, perfect like a cartoon, but there was a large red and swollen area on the side of the waist, with bruises and purple color.

The slightest touch made him gasp in pain.

You're injured like this, and you still say it's okay!

Qin Ye took out a bottle of medicinal wine and poured it into his palm. "It may be a little painful, just bear with it and rub the blood clots away, then you will feel better."

Zong Zhengli lay down, hugged the pillow tightly with both hands, and nodded.

The little hand fell.

It hurt...so much that his whole body was shaking.

The medicinal wine is very cold... as cold as snow.

However, as I rubbed it, the temperature gradually rose. The medicinal wine entered the pores, and the medicinal properties penetrated into the skin, gradually becoming hot.

The pain eased, and then came the softness, caressing, and kneading of the woman's hands...

Her hands are so soft, so small, so smooth, so gentle...

His eyes gradually became darker, and the sensitive area on his waist seemed to be aroused by some impulse. His palms grabbing the pillow clenched instantly, and his ten fingers dug directly into the cloth.

"Hurt?" She seemed startled.

He suddenly realized his mistake and let go of her hand:

“No, no…it doesn’t hurt…I…”

At this moment, the door outside the courtyard was suddenly kicked open, and the man's cold and dark figure walked straight in:

"Qin Ye!!"