nashuaworldcup Chapter 127 She looks like a perverted female hooligan
Chapter 127 She looks like a perverted female hooligan
"What are you doing?" Zhuo Lingchu's handsome cheeks turned slightly red.
"What are you thinking? Don't you have a wound on your chest? I asked for a good golden sore medicine from the palace doctor. It can relieve pain, heal, and promote muscle growth and remove scars. There is no better medicine than this."
Although Zhuo Lingchu didn't know how Mu Yun knew that he was injured, it was obvious that the most important issue at the moment was not that.
"I, I'll go back and take it myself, and Xiaobai's medicine is not bad." Zhuo Lingchu took the medicine bottle from Mu Yun's hand, stuffed it into his arms, and tightened his clothes at the same time.
It wasn't that he was afraid of being "honest" to Mu Yun, but he had better not let her see the horrific stab wounds on his body until they were healed.
Mu Yun rolled her eyes at Zhuo Lingchu in disbelief, "What are you ashamed of? It's not like you've never seen it before." She reached out and opened the inside corner of Zhuo Lingchu's chest, "The purple crescent moon is quite beautiful embroidered. Is it the logo of your Liuying Pavilion?"
Zhuo Lingchu's ears turned red and he patted Muyun's dishonest hand gently, "Well, the new moon is my totem."
Zhuo Lingchu's heart froze for a moment. She didn't know why she completely lost her vigilance in front of Mu Yun. That's all, she would know it later.
Mu Yun caught the fleeting absence in the depths of Zhuo Lingchu's eyes, and raised her lips, "It's okay if you don't want me to take the medicine, but you have to tell me a secret about your true identity, otherwise, huh !”
Mu Yun raised her hand and scratched Zhuo Lingchu's chest from the air. Her half-squinted eyes were trying to peek into the beautiful scenery behind her clothes. She looked like a perverted female hooligan.
Zhuo Lingchu tightened his clothes tightly again in shock, and swallowed the fearful saliva uncontrollably. After waiting for a while, he said: "Jun'er, let me tell you something. Don't be angry."
Mu Yun frowned slightly and was noncommittal.
"My real name is not Chu Ling, my name is Zhuo Lingchu."
Mu Yun's eyes widened. Sure enough, he was from Xichang!
I have never heard of anyone with the surname "Zhuo" in Dashuo, and although this surname is not uncommon in Xichang, it is a national surname.
There are many folk miscellaneous notes about the Xichang Kingdom in the library of the Hongxue Museum. There is a book that mainly describes the surnames of the Xichang Kingdom.
Although the races and cultures of Xichang and Dashuo are both inherited from the Central Plains, their customs and customs are slightly different due to geographical and national isolation.
Mu Yun's mind changed. Could he really be a spy of the enemy?
Oh my god, if the princess hooks up with the enemy's spy, wouldn't she be treason?She is from the Mu family!
Seeing Mu Yun's face getting more and more colorful, Zhuo Lingchu quickly poked her forehead and said, "Don't think too much, don't worry Jun'er, I will never do anything to hurt you in the slightest."
In this life, absolutely not!
Seeing that Mu Yun ignored him, but lowered his eyes and frowned slightly, Zhuo Lingchu immediately leaned down and put his handsome face in front of Mu Yun's eyes, "Jun'er, are you angry?"
Mu Yun turned sideways slightly.
"Xiaoyun?"
Mu Yun once again avoided Zhuo Lingchu's face that kept chasing her.
"Yunyun?"
"Xiao Junzi?"
"Xiao Yunniu?"
"Niuniu?"
Seeing that Mu Yun was still circling to avoid him, but her expression gradually softened, Zhuo Lingchu raised the corners of her lips.
"Miss?"
"lady?"
"Baby?"
Mu Yun glared angrily, "Zhuo Lingchu, don't go too far."
Zhuo Lingchu took her into his arms and gently stroked her soft hair with his right hand, "The baby called my name by himself, it sounded so nice."
Mu Yun couldn't move her upper body, so she had to step on the thin-soled embroidered shoes she wore in the house, put her feet on Zhuo Lingchu's black boots embroidered with auspicious clouds, and stepped on them with all her strength a few times until she heard Zhuo Lingchu's muffled cry. With a hum, she stopped moving.
"Big liar," Mu Yun gently hammered Zhuo Lingchu's chest with both fists, "You even lied to me about your name, you bastard!"
It turned out that she didn't know he had such a nice name in her last life until her death.
The color of the land will not change, and the momentum will rise in the air.The wind is strong and the leaves are falling at the beginning, and the clouds are cold to protect the frost.
His name is the same as his person, with a touch of sharpness, a touch of frost, coldness and arrogance, and a clearness.
Zhuo Lingchu ignored the pain of the old wound on his chest and hugged the woman in his arms tighter. "I promise you that I will tell you everything slowly in the future. Give me some time, okay? Huh?"
Mu Yun lowered her arms that kept struggling away, and sniffed the faint pine scent of Zhuo Lingchu's body with her nose.Well, since you have chosen him, trust him.
Believe that he will not hurt her, believe that he is sincere to her, and believe that he will give her a future.
Thinking of this, Mu Yun buried her head deeply in Zhuo Lingchu's arms and softly said "hmm".
Mu Yun's soft voice trembled from his chest, and Zhuo Lingchu's heart seemed to be bathed in spring light, and a joyful smile began to spread from the bottom of his heart.
The moon was setting and the stars were setting, and the morning light was hazy. Zhuo Lingchu picked up Mu Yun horizontally.
"Although the noble princess wants to sleep until midnight, it doesn't matter, but my baby must have a good rest so that he won't be angry to get up." He gently placed Mu Yun on the bed, with tenderness in his eyes, "Go to sleep, I still want to sleep. Will come to see you."
Under the dim candlelight beside the bed, Mu Yun's face was beautiful and beautiful. She raised her chin slightly and stared at Zhuo Lingchu expectantly.
Zhuo Lingchu smiled and scratched her nose, "Lie down quickly. I'll leave as soon as you lie down."
Such an intimate gesture did not please Mu Yun. Her eyebrows were slightly frowned and her cherry lips were raised in displeasure.
Zhuo Lingchu panicked again and again in his heart.
"Don't you want a kiss?" Mu Yun muttered with her little mouth.
Ah, so she was expecting this.
Zhuo Lingchu, a novice in love, hurriedly put his arms on the edge of the bed, pursed his lower lip tightly, and then leaned over to peck Mu Yun on the forehead very reverently.
Although he bravely kissed her lips secretly before leaving last time, the alcohol in his body emboldened him that time, and at that time, in order to leave a special memory for Mu Yun, he did that violation regardless of An act of inner moral restraint.
But now, he was timid again. He could kiss Mu Yun's forehead lightly, but he already felt that he had blasphemed the person he loved in his heart.
The touch on his lips was smooth and delicate. When the touch came away, Mu Yun's unique fragrance seemed to penetrate into his lips and would not dissipate for a long time.
The panic in his heart could only be better concealed by running away quickly. Before he could recall the touch on his lips, Zhuo Lingchu quickly turned around and strode towards the diamond-lattice wooden window behind him without saying a word.
"Wait a minute!" Mu Yun, who had been lying back on the bed, suddenly sat up again.
Zhuo Lingchu turned around in confusion, his eyes falling on the smooth, white, slender and attractive shoulders exposed by the slipping of his clothes.