[Quick Travel] The villain is a coquettish

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Bloodthirsty and addicted tyrant × soft little fool eunuch (11)
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    Wen Ling looked at the man who was gently kissing his hair, and felt a chill down his spine.

    The pear soup was fed spoonfuls into his mouth, and Wen Ling opened his mouth obediently and drank it.

    "You always have to suffer a lot before you are willing to give in. What do you want me to do?" After a bowl of pear soup, Rong Yugu sneered.

    Wen Ling's throat was so sore that he couldn't speak.

    He could only blink his eyes and look at Rong Yugu, his foot bell was shaking slightly.

    Rong Yugu's gaze was always greedy and aggressive. He hooked Wen Ling's waist in front of his face and rubbed it carefully, then sighed.

    "This waist is so thin, I broke it with a little force."

    Wen Ling's body trembled slightly, and he gently nestled against Rong Yugu's shoulder and neck, as if to give in.

    Rong Yugu was pleased by Wen Ling's actions, he held Wen Ling's cheek and kissed it carefully.

    No longer as crazy and predatory as in the beginning, Wen Ling could feel the tip of his tongue, such a delicate kiss with an undeniable desire to control, but it was exceptionally gentle.

    Wen Ling stretched out his arms and gently wrapped them around his neck, and closed his eyes.

    His every move fell under the eyes of Rong Yugu, and some kind of extremely fast emotional fluctuations flashed in those scarlet eyes, which were fleeting.

    The boy's weeping sound was hidden in the cold and high moonlight, while the candlelight was flickering, the fine sweat on Wen Ling's forehead was gently wiped away.

    "My Ling'er...Be good, be good."

    ......

    After more than a week of nursing, Wen Ling's body has finally improved a lot.

    He sat by the bed and looked at the colorful flowers outside, and couldn't help feeling stunned for a moment.

    Rong Yugu still refused to believe him, ever since his memory became disordered, Rong Yugu locked him in this golden house,

    The chain on his ankle is enough for him to move around in this room, but if he wants to step out of this door, it is impossible.

    Wen Ling shook his ankle lightly, the silver bell on it was crisp and sweet, like a kingfisher singing.

    Suddenly, a court lady opened the door with her head down and walked in. She stood motionless in front of Wen Ling, holding a soup bowl in her hand.

    Wen Ling looked at the maid's head hanging down all the time, and couldn't help being a little puzzled: "What's the matter?"

    The maid's head was lowered, her voice was a little weird.

    "The servant is serving soup to the nobleman by His Majesty's order."

    Wen Ling nodded, and then showed a smile: "I'm sorry for your trouble, just put it here."

    The maid didn't answer, but just put it aside stiffly on the table, and then walked out step by step.

    From the beginning to the end, she didn't raise her head.