He was stunned by this "wonderful sight" for a moment and didn't dare to move. He just stared blankly for two breaths before finally realizing that it was not hair growing on his chest, but Lan Shuang was lying on his chest.
The breath brushed gently, bringing waves of heat and a little itchy.
And the more serious problem is that they don’t seem to be wearing any clothes?
The places where the skin touched under the brocade quilt were warm and smooth, like holding a piece of fine mutton-fat jade in the arms.
Ming Wang blinked slowly, and his slow brain started to work. The scenes of last night rushed into his mind one after another. He couldn't help but close his eyes and press his temples.
It took him a long time to digest this fact. Yesterday, because of the poison, he had Lan Shuang...
Go to sleep!
King Ming took a deep breath and felt rarely at a loss. Was Lan Shuang willing?
In my memories, she didn't seem to resist later, but... maybe she was forced to do so? If she didn't save me, I would die. She definitely couldn't bear to let herself die like that, so she helped me detoxify. She wasn't necessarily happy about it, was she?
I have caused others so much pain.
After lying stiffly for a while, Ming Wang brushed the hair off Lan Shuang's face with heartache and guilt, revealing her face which was flushed from sleep. There were not many marks on her delicate little face, only her eyelids and lips were a little swollen.
But this is a watershed. From the face down, it is basically unbearable to look at. There is no good place.
After looking around, Mingwang once suspected that he was transformed from a dog. Otherwise, why would he love to bite people so much?
He touched Lan Shuang's face lovingly. Lan Shuang muttered something softly, turned over, buried herself in the quilt and continued to sleep.
Ming Wang's hands and arms were empty, and his guilty yet unusually satisfied heart was empty as well.
He looked at Lan Shuang for a while, making sure she was not awake, then he tiptoed out of bed.
The clothes on the floor were too messy to look at, so he went to the closet and picked out a white robe to put on. Then he turned back and lowered the bed curtains to cover the bed, and then pushed the door open and went out.
Yu Xiao was startled when he heard the door open. He turned his head sharply and saw Prince Ming coming out. He was not in a wheelchair. He couldn't help but be surprised: "Prince, what are you doing?"
Ming Wang casually tied his hair behind his back with a headband, with an unconcealable satisfaction on his face. Even though his eyes were cold, the charm of spring could not help but escape from the corners of his eyes and eyebrows.
Yu Xiao took a look and lowered his head.
"Go and get rid of all the spies in the palace. Send away the two maids sent by the emperor. Either take the money and leave, or die."
Yu Xiao's expression was stern: "Yes, but Your Majesty, why did you do this? Why did you send him away so suddenly? As for the Emperor..."
"I will find a way to solve it myself, but from now on, no woman of unknown origin will be allowed to stay in the Ming Palace." Ming Wang said firmly.
Yu Xiao looked up at his expression and suddenly realized that the prince and princess were now real husband and wife, so they would not leave anyone behind who would cause the princess to misunderstand.
Tsk, the prince is quite capable.
He cupped his hands and said, "I'll do it right away."
"Well, where's Yu Heng?"
Ming Wang glanced around and frowned slightly.
Yu Xiao coughed lightly: "He...he went to get the ointment."
"Ointment, what kind of medicine—" Ming Wang paused mid-sentence, his face looking somewhat uncomfortable. "It is indeed time to use some ointment. When he comes back, ask him to come find me in the kitchen."
"yes."
…
Lan Shuang slept until the afternoon. When the sun was tired and began to set, she opened her eyes in a daze.
She looked up at the ceiling of the bed and reached to the side. It was cold. She didn't know how long the man had been gone.
The sound of electricity rang out on time, and 888's energetic voice was accompanied by a teasing smile: "Host, how do you feel about your wedding night?"
Lan Shuang: “Hehe.”
888: “…”
"What...what's wrong? Disharmony?"
888 looked at her hopeless expression and asked softly, "You didn't sleep all the way through, did you? Aren't you hungry?"
It would have been fine if he hadn't reminded her, but as soon as he did, Lan Shuang felt so hungry that her chest was sticking to her back, and she was almost starving to death.
"I'm hungry." He was so hungry that he didn't even have the strength to speak.
888: "Poor host, why don't you get up and ask someone to prepare something to eat?"
Lan Shuang smiled wryly: "Do you think I don't remember?"
888: "Huh?"
Lan Shuang was furious: "I can't even get up! I can't even move my hands or feet!"
888: “…”
It was really too tragic, he didn't know how to persuade her.
Lan Shuang gritted her teeth and said, "Jun Conglan, that guy who ate and refused to admit his guilt, actually ran away so early in the morning! When he comes back, I will definitely..."
888: "What do you want?"
Lan Shuang paused, thinking for a long time, and then she said quietly, "Leave him alone for three days without saying a word."
888: “…”
Lan Shuang lay on the bed like a corpse for a while, and felt herself carefully. She felt fresh and there was nothing strange on her body. She must have taken a shower. It was okay, she still had a conscience.
She reluctantly forgave him for a moment. Lan Shuang closed her eyes, but all that flashed before her eyes were the scenes of last night: the man's muscular body, his forbearing face, and the beads of sweat sliding down his Adam's apple...
"Ah... why is my mind full of this garbage!" Lan Shuang opened her eyes in despair, dragged herself over with difficulty, buried herself in the pillow, and even ignored the movement outside the door.
So when Ming Wang came in with the tray, this was the scene he saw.
The beauty lay on the soft pillow, with a smooth line from the shoulders down, with ups and downs.
Her long, shiny black hair was draped over her smooth shoulders, hidden behind the bed curtains, making her look hazy.
Ming Wang's eyes couldn't help but darken. He tightened his grip on the tray and walked over calmly.
"Asshole, he ran away after sleeping and has no sense of responsibility at all." Lan Shuang was still muttering and scolding Ming Wang.
The person concerned stood by the bed and listened to every word.
He sighed softly, sat down on the bed, put down the tray and pulled the quilt up for Lan Shuang, "I'm sorry."
Lan Shuang's body stiffened, and she turned her head suddenly, just in time to meet Ming Wang's guilty eyes.
The scene was a little awkward for a moment. After those three words were said, no one spoke again.
Finally, Ming Wang couldn't hold it any longer. He picked up a bowl of pear soup from the tray and stirred it with a spoon. "Your throat must be hurting, right? I made some pear soup. Can you drink some?"
Lan Shuang didn't say anything. King Ming felt a little depressed. Was she really angry?
He looked down at the pear soup he had made and forced a smile: "It doesn't matter if you can't drink it, someone will bring food over soon."
Lan Shuang heard the desolation in his voice and turned her head to look at him helplessly: "You think you were so crazy yesterday that you almost tore me apart. Do you think I can still sit up now?"
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