A glass of sick wine

Chapter 12 2

The inside of the warm pavilion is as deep as the sea.

Time loses its meaning here.

The usual silence returned to the room, as if the panic and shouting and running around just now were just a dream.

As usual, he was leaning against the brocade bed weakly, lying motionless with his eyes closed, the fur coat on his body was not removed, his chest could not be seen breathing up and down, and his face was so white that it almost blended into the sable fur at the neckline. Isshiki, with a slight blush on the corner of her lips——

The blood-stained perilla towel was removed by the servant boy, and the suede gloves were still stained with blood.

He lowered his head and carefully kissed his cold hand.

"You know I'm such a short-tempered person, but you still want to irritate me again and again."

"Yanzhuo, I'm tired."

He kisses him on the cheek.

"Please do me a favor and let me go."

The author has something to say:

The end of the first volume.