Cold King’s Dominating Love, Genius Medical Consort

Before Mu Ziling could react, he fell into Long Xiaoyu's arms and sat on his lap.

Mu Ziling raised his hand, put his arms around Long Xiaoyu's neck, looked at his pretty face with a little tiredness, and said in a soft tone with a little apology: "Woke you up?"

Long Xiaoyu gave a faint "um" in a nasal voice, and immediately looked tired and sleepy.

He hugged her slender waist tightly, and pressed his head against her soft body, ready to continue sleeping.

Mu Ziling twisted her body subconsciously: "How can you sleep like this? You—"

"Don't move." Long Xiaoyu circled her even tighter, buried his face in her chest, and murmured dissatisfiedly: "It was you who woke me up, you have to be responsible."

What are you in charge of? Responsible for putting you to sleep?

Mu Ziling twitched the corner of her mouth, suddenly depressed.

She didn't mind being responsible for coaxing this evildoer to sleep, but how could he be able to sleep like this? How can I sleep comfortably?

Mu Zi moved her lips, and wanted to say something else, but when she thought that he had been busy with business these past few days, and he looked really tired and tired, she sighed helplessly, and decided to compromise and let it go. him.

However--

At the beginning, Mu Ziling could still maintain a motionless posture, being hugged by Long Xiaoyu, but it didn't last long, not only did she not sit comfortably on her buttocks, but even her body and mind felt a wave of tension. No tingling feeling.

Because she sat obediently and didn't move, but she was hugging and clinging to the evildoer on her body, but she was restless at all, her hands were groping around her slender waist, as if she wanted to rub it there. A flower is coming.

That's fine.

His head on her body seemed to regard her soft chest as a pillow, and then he didn't know whether he was resting on an uncomfortable pillow or too comfortable, so he rubbed it a few times from time to time, and finally rubbed it a few times. Her heart and anger rushed up.

"Long Xiaoyu, have you had enough?"

Mu Ziling couldn't bear it any longer, and raised her hand to slap that scrambling head, but at the critical moment, she raised it with both hands, directly lifted his head viciously, and looked at her .

Long Xiaoyu's deep eyes shining like stars, with moving gentle waves flashing, his face full of enjoyment: "Mmm... so sleepy, not enough..."

This is the softest and most fragrant pillow in the world, how can it be? How can it be enough?

Long Xiaoyu was full of joy and thought about it, but now his head was uncontrollably sliding down Mu Ziling's body——

"You!" Mu Ziling was ashamed and annoyed, firmly clasped his head that was about to come closer, and shouted through gritted teeth: "Go to bed if you want to sleep, get up if you don't, and write Spring Festival couplets! "

As he said that, Mu Zi shoved Long Xiaoyu away with a spirit, stood up, placed the red paper of Spring Festival couplets he had brought heavily on the table, and urged: "Hurry up, I still have to post it."

This is her first year in this world and they have spent together. Even if it is a little unsurprising, she still wants to do it herself and be self-sufficient.

Originally writing Spring Festival couplets was a trivial matter, which was done by our noble and incomparable King Qi, who would never be able to catch up with us in eight lifetimes. Whoever made her brush calligraphy so ugly can only be ordered to write it.

Long Xiaoyu didn't even look at the red paper of Spring Festival couplets on the table, but instead leaned lazily on the back of the chair, looking like a gentleman, but said in distress: "What should I do?"

Mu Ziling frowned: "What should I do?"

She had a faint feeling that this monster was about to start acting like a monster again.

as expected!

"The words written by this king are worth a thousand gold." Long Xiaoyu pulled her back and sat down again, then calmly glanced at the red paper of Spring Festival couplets on the table, and spoke in a wicked and lazy tone: "These paper, at least a few dozen characters are written on it, has Princess Qi brought enough capital and interest?"

Mu Ziling rolled her eyes speechlessly: "Who said before that his pocket and even his people belong to me, and now he wants to settle this unreasonable account with me, what's the matter?"

"There are some things that need to be settled clearly. I can't let myself suffer, can I?" Long Xiaoyu raised his eyebrows, and said as a matter of course: "Besides, you and I make a deal, how can you take money and vulgar things?" What can be measured? Naturally, it is reasonable to pay by flesh.”

She knew that this evildoer shouldn't give him sunshine. If you are not careful, it can give you brilliance, and it is still the kind of brilliance that has no bottom line.

You have to pay for writing a few words... It's beautiful to plan carefully.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Mu Ziling took a deep breath, took another breath, his fists were creaking, and he was short of punching his bewitching face and snoring. .

As if he didn't watch Mu Ziling's proud chest rise and fall, Long Xiaoyu glanced up and down her body, and generously gave her a discount: "Look at your performance, the interest will be halved. Do you think this is okay?"

OK sir! Mu Ziling shouted loudly in his heart.

I just ate a handful of tofu on her body, and her body is not cold yet.

Mu Ziling was contemptuous in her heart, but she smiled at Long Xiaoyu with a crooked expression on her face. She pouted and motioned to him: "Since you have already figured it out, what else can I say? Hurry up and write your name." ..."

Before the words finished, Mu Ziling faintly felt that there was something wrong with the place where her butt was sitting.

Hard, crunchy, hot...

"You, you..." Mu Ziling looked at Long Xiaoyu, blinked blankly at first, then his whole face was on fire, and he jumped up from his lap.

However, before she even moved her foot back a step, she was pulled over by Long Xiaoyu again.

For a moment, Mu Ziling's mind was in a mess, and it was even more burning.

She closed her eyes and swallowed fiercely, as if she had used a lot of courage to force herself to make a sound, but her tone seemed a bit incoherent: "Long Xiaoyu... if that... it's okay... I, we ..."

How could Long Xiaoyu not know what she meant by stammering?

Hearing a few stumbling words made his blood boil.

He hugged her from behind, buried his face in the crook of her neck, and said in a low voice: "Si Mumu, if you want to seduce your man like this again, everything will be reversed. If he gets hurt, There will be times when you will suffer in the future."

"What?" His voice was a bit vague, Mu Ziling could only hear a few words in bits and pieces, but he couldn't understand them clearly.

Long Xiaoyu sighed extremely depressed, and directly changed the subject: "Don't you want to write Spring Festival couplets? Come, I will take you to write."

As he spoke, he picked up the pen, dipped it in the ink, and then took her hand to write vigorous and graceful handwriting on the red paper with smooth movements.

Driven by Long Xiaoyu's writing, Mu Ziling quickly recovered from the frenzied thoughts just now, and was attracted by the handwriting he brought down with her hand.

It's also the pose of a ghost drawing talisman, why is there such a big gap?

People are more popular than people!

Just when Mu Ziling couldn't bear to think about the ugly words she wrote, Long Xiaoyu actually pulled out a piece of paper she had written not long ago from the pile of red paper. Character.

Look at the handwriting of Long Xiaoyu flying and dancing beside the side, the sky and the earth are in sharp contrast.

With this comparison, Mu Ziling finally understood what a word is worth a thousand gold, and this is more than a thousand gold? The wonderful pen produces flowers.

Mu Ziling sighed sincerely.

At this moment, Long Xiaoyu's disgusted voice came into her ears faintly: "Fortunately, this word is not as good as her, otherwise..."

Mu Ziling suddenly turned around and grabbed his thin waist: "What else? Do you still want to exchange?"

"How can this be done?" Looking at her domineering appearance, Long Xiaoyu couldn't help but chuckled, and pecked her slightly pouty red lips a few times: "The hardcover is not as good as the original one. Wang Ke has never traded at a loss, and if he trades, he will not lose money."

Mu Ziling raised her chin, hummed and said, "You know what to do."

Long Xiaoyu was immediately amused by her tone, stretched out his hand to scratch her pretty nose, and smiled dotingly: "Little fool."

"Okay, I'm going to post the Spring Festival couplets." While talking, Mu Ziling sorted out and wrote the Spring Festival couplets, and reminded him with concern: "If you are tired, go back to your room—"

Before he finished speaking, Mu Ziling suddenly said "Huh?", and his gaze was immediately attracted to a piece of rice paper with winding lines on the table.

The rice paper was sandwiched between a book, only a small screenshot was exposed, but Mu Ziling could still tell that what was drawn on the paper looked like a map.

This picture looks familiar...

Mu Ziling frowned, reached out and pulled out the rice paper from the book, and unfolded it to read.

It looks like a map but doesn't look like it, but the overall shape of the picture made Mu Ziling feel the familiarity. She asked subconsciously, "Is this picture a dragon's body?"

"En." Long Xiaoyu responded lightly, then frowned and asked: "What's wrong? But what did you see?"

Mu Ziling shook his head, and seemed doubtful, but said with certainty: "The dragon painted on this picture is the phantom virtual dragon on your body, right?"

Long Xiaoyu frowned slightly, and a look of complexity flashed in his eyes.

The picture in front of him can be seen to be the body of a dragon at a glance, but to directly identify it as the phantom virtual dragon on his body, one must have seen the remaining half of the picture, which is the dragon's head.

But how did this little woman determine it at a glance?

Could it be...

Long Xiaoyu stared deeply at Mu Ziling, and there was a trace of imperceptible tension in his voice: "Have you seen the rest of the pictures?"

This was the first time seeing Long Xiaoyu so tense and dignified, and Mu Ziling's heart trembled.

Without hesitation, she directly took out the cowhide rags that she wanted to give to him long ago but forgot again and again: "Is it this?"

While talking, Mu Ziling connected the cowhide rags with the rice paper on the table.

Because it's a piece of paper and a piece of cloth, they don't fit very well together, but it's not hard to see that they are one.

"Look, the dragon's head matches the dragon's body." Mu Ziling lowered his head and fiddled with it, and said in a regretful tone: "If only this rice paper was the other half of the dragon's body cowhide cloth, they can be combined into one piece." gone."