At this time, Fu Tong'er drew circles, crosses, and little hearts on Jiu Ye's chest, saying, "Brother Lu Jin, please listen to me. I dreamed of a woman. She was called Ying Niang."
Fu Tong'er paused, then continued: "Actually, in the dream, it was, I, I heard someone calling me, Ying Niang." Then, she raised her head and met Jiu Ye's eyes in the darkness, "But don't worry, I never thought of assassinating you. I, I don't know why in the dream, someone called me Ying Niang~"
When Master Jiu heard this, his eyes deepened slightly. He lifted the quilt a little, letting in some light from outside. "Is Tong'er hot?"
Fu Tong'er immediately felt a chill and took Jiu Ye's arm, which was holding up the quilt, and stammered, "It's not hot. I, I like snuggling in the quilt with Brother Lu Jin like this. It's just us, without the disputes and conspiracies outside. Talking like this makes me feel very, very, safe."
Listening to this hesitant conversation, Jiu Ye smiled faintly. He then covered the two of them in darkness with the quilt and said, "Is this so?"
"Uh... yeah, yes."
At this time, Lieutenant General Xiao on the third floor of the ship heard a strange noise, came downstairs, took a look at Jiu Ye's cabin door, and did not dare to disturb him. It was already dawn.
So he went ashore and found a place to relieve himself.
When he got back on board, he smelled a hint of blood! He hurried down to the basement...
Inside Jiuye's cabin:
Ying Niang, who previously sent someone to assassinate Jiu Ye, accidentally poisoned Fu Tong'er. She initially suspected it was King Shan, but the evidence was insufficient.
Fu Tong'er swallowed her nervous throat and leaned against Jiu Ye's warm and strong chest. She put her hands on him, looked at his collar, and murmured, "I think I saw an old house. The surname is Zhou, no, Qian, no, no, what's the surname? Skip it. I saw a woman jumping into the well!"
After saying this, she seemed to see the woman's frightening eyes staring straight at her! She quickly retracted her hands and reached into Jiu Ye's clothes.
Then I looked up at the man...
Jiu Ye raised his eyebrows and smiled, looking at the little hand reaching into his lapel, and began to daydream with interest.
"Well. And then, little cat?" Jiu Ye's tone gradually became nonsensical. The pair of small hands on his chest were cold, which kept provoking him.
"Why did Brother Lu Jin react like this?" Fu Tong'er frowned and looked at the man with dissatisfaction.
Jiu Ye was so hot that he took off his outer shirt and threw it outside the quilt. Bare-chested, he said calmly, "You want to find out the truth, so you think too much."
When Fu Tong'er saw the man was shirtless, she immediately retracted her hand, not knowing where to put it for a moment.
Jiu Ye smiled faintly and pulled Fu Tong'er closer to him! Then, he grabbed two cold little hands and pressed them against his chest: "What are you hiding from? How many scars do I have on my body? Tong'er, feel them..."
Fu Tong'er's face flushed, and she blurted out hastily:
"No, after that incident, I thought Jiu Ye would investigate, so I didn't think much about it. Every day, I think about Jiu Ye a lot, nothing else..." Fu Tong'er suddenly realized what she was saying and closed her eyes in embarrassment! She looked up at Jiu Ye and saw that his deep eyes, even in the darkness of the quilt, were filled with a gentle smile. So she argued, "It's not what you heard, Jiu Ye. In fact, I think about other things too, a lot of things..."
"Xiao Pu said, when you talk to him, his heart is full of me."
The man's "I" was so ambiguous in the small, warm space of the quilt that it made Fu Tong'er's heart flutter. It was the ultimate tenderness.
At this moment, in front of her, he was not the Regent Prince Chun, but just her man.
"Full and full?" Fu Tong'er was stunned, and immediately remembered the words she had said to Xiao Pu to confess her love for Master Jiu. She muttered softly, "Hmph, that Deputy General Xiao! I'll tell Qiao'er about his bad behavior later!"
"If he doesn't tell me, how would I know what you're thinking?" Jiu Ye stroked Fu Tong'er's waist, but felt uncomfortable. He reached into her clothes and stroked her delicate skin back and forth. As he stroked, his fatigue was relieved...
"What else did you dream about?" Jiu Ye's hand stopped on the bellyband string on Fu Tong'er's back, and he stretched out his fingers to wrap the string, turning it around and around.
Fu Tong'er was startled, and her hands touched the scar on the man's chest. It wasn't that she disliked Jiu Ye's touch on her, but why did this damn man have the habit of playing with her bellyband string!
After adjusting his mood, he said:
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