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Lin Xuecha raised his eyebrows.

She looked at Su Nanxing, her eyes revealing a look of inquiry.

The man didn't give her too much time to explore.

His voice suddenly turned cold as he stared at her. "Snow tea, be obedient."

Lin Xuecha suddenly froze.

Su Nanxing rarely called her name.

Usually, he would only call her by her name when she was in the middle of a good show.

Seeing that he was serious, Lin Xuecha kept his gaze and muttered to himself for a moment, "I got it."

She waved the obscene clothes in her hand. "Your Highness, it's time to change clothes."

After Su Nanxing changed his clothes, she still had to take a bath.

After that, he washed their clothes and hung them up before he could have clothes to wear the next day.

The man said without hesitation, "Help This King change his clothes."

Lin Xuecha almost lost his temper.

She had carried him all afternoon, and she was tired enough.

I'll have to busy myself for a while and not be able to rest. This uncle, he still wants me to wait upon him, he really is …

Lin Xuecha grinded his teeth, and secretly took a deep breath.

He suppressed the impulse to throw the clothes in his hand onto the man's handsome face.

The man frowned slightly, as if explaining, "This King's hand can't move that much."

He had just finished applying the medicine when he felt a throbbing pain on his back. If he moved his arm a little more, the throbbing would be even more intense.

A helpless look appeared in Lin Xuecha's eyes.

She crouched down, bent over, tired, and sat down next to the man.

As she hooked her dress over her elbow, she fixed her gaze on the man and began to undress him.

Actually, it was only taking off the robe on his back that was on his elbow.

Not so many steps.

It was just getting him dressed that was a bit of a hassle.

His movements couldn't be too big, and his hands couldn't spread out. She could only slowly put them on bit by bit without touching the wound.

They were close together, her breath on his back.

Hot, light, itchy.

The man's eyes suddenly turned deep.

Lin Xuecha circled in front of him, lowered his head, and obediently helped him tie his belt.

It was unknown if it was due to her hearing mistakes, but it seemed like she heard the man mumbling to himself, "I'm missing a title …"

Lin Xuecha looked up at him, a pair of bright eyes staring straight at him, clean like an angel that had stumbled into the mortal world.

But he knew she wasn't an angel.

Her hands were stained with the blood of others.

She had killed and been presumptuous.

A strand of black hair fell on the corner of her lips. Suddenly, he remembered the kiss she gave him a few days ago.

He also remembered, her initiative, her willingness to please.

Seeing that his eyes were growing deeper, Lin Xuecha could not help but raise his eyebrows.

She probingly asked, "Your Highness, what is your reputation lacking?"

What name...?

The man didn't reply. His phoenix eyes were fixed on her with a dark expression.

Without one, it was fair and proper to embrace her and kiss her and bully her at will. She could not resist, she could not care about it, she had no choice but to accept the title.

Lin Xuecha hung the clean clothes on the bamboo pole to dry.

Wearily, she rubbed her temples.

Then she took a deep breath, braced herself, turned, and went back into the house.

There were only two rooms in the bamboo house.

The old man and old granny shared a room, but it was impossible for her to share it with Su Nanxing.

The room was so small that there was no place to lie down.

'Don't tell me that not only did she have to obey orders to call him his husband, she also had to pretend to be him and sleep in the same bed … '

Not a real couple.

It was just a play, what was he going to do?

Lin Xuecha sat on the bench, her left hand was placed on the table, her cheek was tilted, and she placed it on her left arm.

His right hand twisted as he casually placed it on his left hand, forming a ring.

She was really tired. Not long after she laid down, she fell into a deep sleep.

However, not long after, there was a slight sound coming from inside the house.

Not too big, almost negligible.

The cold and clear moonlight shone through the window of the bamboo house and hit Lin Xuecha.

Behind her, a slender and tall figure slowly appeared.

Under the moonlight, the person's face was pale and his lips were pale, but his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.

His deep eyes stared condescendingly at the woman lying on the table. After a long time, he reached out his hand and took her body.

Lin Xuecha's eyes that were closed blinked, and warned her.

The man immediately pressed down on her body and she once again fell back into a deep sleep.

The man hooked her hand onto his neck.

However, she suddenly frowned slightly as her arm began to flinch.

The man squinted his eyes and carried her across his chest before carefully placing her on the bed.

He rolled up the cuffs of her right hand bit by bit.

When it reached the elbow of her right hand, the large red scar revealed itself.

The man fiercely frowned.

A dreamless night.

Lin Xuecha was sleeping soundly.

She gently opened her eyes and a faint light shone into the room.

She was about to raise her hand, but it was as if someone had restrained her, causing her to be unable to move.

Lin Xuecha's body suddenly stiffened.

She slowly turned her gaze away, and a flawless, handsome face entered her sight.

At once, he was wide awake and abnormally awake.

She put a hand on her stomach, but it was held down by the man's long arm.

The other hand was placed on the couch, but it was held tightly by the man.

The man wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his embrace.

This posture...

His life was on the line!

Lin Xuecha's eyes widened, he instinctively retracted his hands and jumped up, ready to get off the bed.

However, she didn't manage to complete a single step. The force around her waist was suddenly tightened. Her body was forcefully pulled to the side by someone.

Immediately, she and Su Nanxing changed into a lying position facing each other.

She didn't know what to do, so she placed her hands between the two of them. Her petite body was tightly restrained by the man.

Of course, this was not the worst part.

The most frightening thing was that Lin Xuecha was only wearing his unwashed clothes, adding that he was wearing a thin layer of obscene clothes.

It was originally rather obscene, but the buttons on the clothes were quite good.

She was dragged along by the person on her body. Her clothes were scattered all over her chest. The spring color on her chest was exposed to the onlookers at once.

Lin Xuecha was stunned.

The man hooked his arm around her waist and his gaze fell on her chest without blinking.

Seeming to have detected something, Lin Xuecha followed the man's gaze and looked over.

Her eyes touched the white on her chest, and her face suddenly flushed red.

Lin Xuecha immediately extended his hand and pulled his loose clothes.

His free hand tried to push away the man, but the man grabbed it.

"Don't move." The man's deep voice was tainted with an obvious mute.

In regards to Su Nanxing's warning, in one second, perhaps Lin Xuecha could still ignore it, but at this moment, she absolutely did not dare to move.

There was something strange pressing against her lower abdomen!

Lin Xuecha's face, instantly turned black and red, blue and purple.

But before she could scream, the man suddenly asked, his voice still low and hoarse.

"My hand is injured, why didn't you tell This King?"

Lin Xuecha's reason was restored in that instant.

She tried to rise from his arms, but the man held her back.

Lin Xuecha did not understand and could not help but call out to him, "Your Highness."

The man's gaze met hers. His dark, deep eyes were now suffused with layer after layer of dark mist.

"What are you panicking for? This King has injuries on his body and his feet. What can I do to you?"

Lin Xuecha was startled, "But, Your Highness did not notice, this posture is a little..."

"What's that?"

Su Nanxing unhurriedly cut her off, "This bed is so small, if you don't use this posture, what posture do you want to use?"

Lin Xuecha replied, "Snow tea means that you can get off the bed and stand while listening to your highness' words …"

Su Nanxing glanced at her, "You are standing here with your back to the ground. Could it be that you want me to look up to you?"

In this dynasty, apart from those who were hard wounded in height, only low-ranking servants had to bend their bodies to look up at others.

She and Su Nanxing were naturally incomparable.

Only she could look up to Su Nanxing, how could Su Nanxing look up to her?

Lin Xuecha choked.

He thought of something else. Since she had already hugged him, why should he bother about sharing the bed and pillow?

Anyway, her reputation had never been good.

It was no less than a few rumors.

And he never moved again.

The burning sensation on her stomach didn't seem to matter for a while.

She was a doctor, so she naturally knew about the biological habits of men.

Su Nanxing was not a eunuch, so it was naturally normal for him to have such a reaction.

In his heart, Lin Xuecha comforted herself a little. She tensed up and let Su Nanxing hug her.

Amidst the silence, the man asked again, "My hand is injured, why didn't you tell Ben Wang?"

Lin Xuecha looked at the face that was almost within reach, and replied indifferently: It's only a small wound, what need is there to disturb Your Highness?

When she had jumped into the waterfall yesterday, Su Nanxing had protected her well;

It was yesterday when he had been tripped by a vine and his arm had bumped into a rock, scraping and scraping, leaving a long scar.

She only frowned a little.

At that time, she had wholeheartedly thrown herself into Su Nanxing's embrace, not thinking about anything else.

Only last night, after she had settled this matter and relaxed her entire body, only then did she realize that she too had a wound after wiping her body and changing clothes.

However …

She had never been injured before.

What was this scratch?

To her, not telling Su Nanxing about this matter was negligible.

At this moment, just as the man was about to say something, a lazy voice came from outside the room.

"The sun is about to set. Bullsh * t. Why aren't you up yet, young lady, picking the herbs for your husband?"

The man was beautiful and alluring, moving to the heart and soul, but Lin Xuecha didn't have the time to appreciate him.

she called out. "I'm up."

Taking advantage of the man not having any thoughts, Lin Xuecha quickly took off his hand and got off the bed.