The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

"Cousin, you have to be good, you know? As long as you obey, I will give you anything." Yi Shurong suppressed the blood surging in her heart and said slightly obsessed.

Luo Liyan didn't know which nerve she had touched in him, so that he suddenly became so nervous.

But thinking about it, it must have something to do with his formation, Luo Liyan felt very distressed.

"Okay, I will listen to my cousin from now on." Luo Liyan nodded vigorously, her voice sweet and crisp.

Yi Shurong's eyes flickered, and finally returned to her indifferent and arrogant look.

Withdrawing his hand, he picked up the red soap dyed with flower juice and wet it. He put it against Luo Liyan's shoulder and applied it bit by bit. Then he used a cotton cloth to foam it carefully.

Luo Liyan looked like a kitten that had been stroked, her eyes half-closed in comfort.

The hangover headache has subsided, and apart from being groggy, there is no other uncomfortable feeling.

She opened her mouth slightly, yawned, and closed her eyes little by little.

But just when she was about to fall asleep, Yi Shurong patted her gently and said, "Get up, I can't rub my back any more."

Luo Liyan straightened her back subconsciously, but the cool breeze blew on her exposed skin, which made her wake up a little.

She glanced down at herself, and then immediately retracted into the water, "Well... cousin, this... it's a bit cold to sit here."

Yi Shurong is quite tall, but looking at it from this angle, although she can see a little of the scenery, she can't take in everything.

Moreover, it was just a glimpse, and then the beautiful scenery was lost. He couldn't help but feel a little pitiful for this little guy.

If she had known that she had to guard against herself like a thief, why would she have covered her clothes for her? This time she was not taking advantage of herself.

"It's the middle of summer. My cousin didn't cry out when she was soaking in the cold spring in the pool yesterday. Why did she feel cold when she soaked in the hot soup today?" Yi Shurong put her fingers lightly on Luo Liyan's shoulder and squeezed it.

"Maybe I was injured because of drinking last night." Luo Liyan curled her neck and defended herself very seriously.

Yi Shurong clicked her tongue softly, and saw that all of her hairs, which were obviously guilty, were freed from the attraction of water stains, and they all stood up, but still tried hard to muddle through, and the smile in her eyes became a little deeper.

"It seems that my cousin's body is really too weak. In this case, I will send someone back to the palace quickly and ask the imperial doctor to take a safe pulse for my cousin." Yi Shurong's voice was soft and indifferent.

"No... no need to go to such trouble, right?" Luo Liyan's scalp couldn't help but feel numb when she thought of the smell of traditional Chinese medicine that was so bitter that it would make you faint just by smelling it.

Yi Shurong gently scraped her bristled hairs, "Cousin, don't be willful. I have to live for a long time. If you don't cherish your life, do you want to abandon me?"

Luo Liyan couldn't help but twitch the corner of her mouth where he couldn't see her.

Will you live longer?

You are an immortal who lives as long as heaven and earth, okay?

Even if I could become an immortal, I wouldn't be able to live as long as you, and I would eventually have to become immortal.

"Cousin, don't worry too much. I'm just hungover, so I'm just a little weak. I'll make up for it by eating two more meals of meat." Luo Liyan held Yi Shurong's big palm with her backhand, and then turned around She stood up and looked at Yi Shurong eagerly.