沈清軒坐在床邊，低頭靜靜看著床上女人，女人只露出一張蠟黃的臉，唇上慘白，厚重的棉被壓在身上，仿佛底下只是一張薄紙，平整的，看不出人形。
沈清軒知道原本不是這樣的，女人骨架纖細，抱在懷裡雖是小小的身子，卻骨肉均勻，柔軟豐潤，有著胭脂香膩，曾經有過一個他的孩子。
現在孩子沒了。女人雖還未咽氣，卻也不知還能撐到什麼時候。
沈家上下都以為她撐不過今晚。只是年輕，身子骨又一直健壯，所以才熬到現在。
也快油盡燈枯。
沈清軒看了一會，伸出袖中緊握的手，掌心一塊被磕碎的烏黑墨錠，黑中帶紫，珍貴無比。沈清軒想也不想，將那塊收藏多年的墨錠扔進了正瘋狂燃燒著的炭火盆中，劈啪一聲，頃刻燃成紅色，也不覺心疼。
百年歷史的墨錠，是前朝制墨大家所做，其材質選用極為苛刻挑剔，內涵世間各種珍奇藥材，所制之墨，書寫百年而不褪色分毫，因取材珍貴，是以指甲大小的一塊，也值千金。這樣的墨，可用於書寫，也可用來留命。當年沈老爺許了雪花白銀又抵了三家旺鋪和地契，才從別人手裡換來一塊給他留命，因雕工精妙堪稱天工制物，沈清軒命懸一線時也不曾想到要碎了它換自己一命。太過美好的東西，哪怕是為了性命也不值得損壞，沈清軒也知道自己那時吝嗇的可笑。
再美好的東西，都有損毀的時候。
沈清軒取了火鉗，將燒透的墨塊夾起來，放進小碗，又取了熱酒，傾倒上去，用銀羹化成湯汁，叫人扶起小桃，自己動手將那墨酒給她灌了進去。
一炷香的時間，小桃原先冷汗遍佈的冰涼的身子，就有了起色，炭火盆的溫度終於對她有了影響，小桃身上暖了起來，呼吸也均勻了些，不再虛弱無力。
沈清軒著人好生看護，又停留了片刻，才離開小桃屋中，回了自己楠木小樓。
沈家人都知道，沈清軒手中有兩塊墨錠，其中一塊藥墨珍貴無比，兩根手指粗細，上雕行書配以墨竹，極是難得的一份完整墨錠。現在的市面上，再也找不出一塊這樣的墨來。卻叫他因為一個妾而磕碎了，化了湯汁，喂給小桃。那是十多年前沈老爺專備著，給體弱多病的沈少爺以防萬一用的。
上回沈少爺病重，還有上上回蛇毒入腑，都沒用上。憑什麼，現在給一個妾用？
各種議論如這冬天灑落的雪花，紛紛揚揚的飄散開來。
“小桃不得寵？——誰信？！”“妾？怕是連正妻都沒有這樣厚情吧？”“也是。到底小桃跟在少爺身後服侍這麼多年，將來王家小姐嫁進來也比不過吧。”“沒錯，一舉得男，雖然沒了。將來指不定還會兒女成群。”……
沈清軒並不在意他人議論，沈家主母卻不能不在意。沈母專找沈清軒一回，雖未說的直露，話裡意思沈清軒卻聽的明白：不過是個妾，是個丫鬟。你待她太貴重，命賤的人受不起。
沈清軒不置可否，頷首聽從。
所以小桃醒來，能吃得下湯水，下地走動了。沈清軒也再未去看過一回。
伊墨那日歸來，將他抱在懷裡療了傷，又走了。
沈清軒知道伊墨有事，也不留他，畢竟伊墨身上所散發出來的刺鼻血腥味過於濃重，就是傻子也能看出來，伊墨是戰至半途而抽身。妖的事，魔的事，沈清軒明白自己不過是個小小凡人，不懂，也管不了。只要伊墨不曾受傷，那血不是他的，沈清軒就不將這一切放在心上。
伊墨說，事情辦完自會回來找他。
沈清軒應了。
轉眼又是半個月，今年瑞雪，園子裡被清出積雪的道路上，沈清軒坐著輪車由小廝推著，前往小桃的院子裡，路途中觀看道路兩邊的角落裡，那些童心未泯的丫鬟們堆砌出來的小雪人，一個一個圓滾滾的，碳木做的眼，蘿蔔做的鼻，腦袋上插著樹枝，排排蹲坐在院牆下，生動稚氣。
小桃房裡架了三四個炭盆，炭火熊熊地燃著，屋內溫暖如春。因小產不得下地，她偎在枕上將息。屋子裡炭火和中藥的味道攪合在一起，倒有幾分寧靜溫暖。
沈清軒揮退了丫鬟，讓她們去院中玩雪，丫鬟們高興的很，一路小跑著出了房門。沈清軒這才靠近床邊，揭開軟帳，喊了聲小桃。
小桃似睡非睡，正打著盹，起初沒聽清，後來聽清了有男人喊她，心裡一咯噔，心想哪裡來的孟浪小廝這麼不懂規矩，竟敢闖她的閨房，傳出去她還要不要活。猛一睜開眼，卻是沈清軒，當下就愣怔了，不敢置信地喚道：“少爺？”
沈清軒微笑了下，“嗯”了一聲，望著那雙震驚無比瞪得渾圓的眼，問：“身體如何了？”
小桃仍是愣愣的，看著那張臉下意識的答：“好多了，”突地回過神來，“少爺你能說話了？！”
沈清軒伸手掩住她的唇，“噓”一聲。
小桃傻傻看著他，好一會才醒悟過來，連忙點頭。
“我恢復聲音有幾個月了。”沈清軒說，抬眼依舊溫煦，只是話中有話的道：“還不是告訴你們的時候。明白嗎？”
小桃一想這幾個月家中也無人知曉，這兩天也沒聽丫鬟們談論這事，頓時明白沈清軒的意思，他只告訴她，不曾告訴別人，那她自然也不能走漏風聲。連忙點頭。
沈清軒有些意外她的聰慧。心裡頓時更生惋惜，觀望了她好一會，才歎了一聲：“我當初不該娶你。”
小桃臉上一白，“少爺？”
沈清軒搖了搖頭，低聲道：“當年你舅舅將賣你到我家，前兩年得了癆病，已經死了，你舅母又是個悍婦，日子過得拮据，容不得多你一張嘴。我原本想，你無父無母，無人可依。就是放你出門，日子也未必過的就比現在好，我雖不能給你一個好名分，卻能讓你錦衣玉食，不用再做奴婢，再差也比流落在外風餐露宿強。這才答應娘親，將你納進房裡。將來你膝下有子，在府中也有倚仗，一生不會受苦——也算這麼多年，你沒白伺候我。”
小桃兩眼一紅，想到傷心事，說不出話來，只垂首低聲喚：“少爺。”
“我知你聰慧，自從做了母親，行事更是謹慎小心，不會毫無端由的在雪中摔了一跤。”沈清軒望著她，看了一番後移開視線，又道：“想來這府中也不會有什麼人害你，大約是以前一起做丫鬟的伴兒來找你玩，見你不知比她尊貴了多少，心裡起了不平，推搡一下，卻沒想到害你這麼重。”
小桃心中藏事居然就這麼被他輕描淡寫地一口說中，當下心頭一跳，唬得不知該說什麼才好。她以前也是丫頭，丫頭們在一起，往日嬉笑玩鬧也沒什麼顧忌，現在做了姨娘，孤獨許多。難得有伴來找，自然應承著一起玩，加上又下了大雪，堆雪人時瘋了些，同伴不知輕重推了她一把，實在是無心，卻因雪地太滑，讓她重重摔倒。
小桃知道自己作為姨娘還和丫鬟們玩到一處，失了體統，本來就心虛，加上又失了孩子，險些要了命，只恨不得這事再也不提才好。
卻讓往日裡不吭不響的沈清軒，一語中的。
小桃也分不清，那推她的丫頭，是有心，還是無意了。
沈清軒仍是看著她，那眼神雖無責怪之意，小桃卻汗流浹背。
“小桃。”沈清軒終於開口，小桃豎起耳朵聽著，卻聽他道：“孩子這事，我知道錯不在你，卻還是難過的很。”
小桃嚅囁著：“少爺……”
“算了，就當沒發生過吧。”沈清軒沉默了片刻，道：“我看你現在也痛苦的很，不如我送你出門散散心如何？”
小桃一呆，頓時想到他居然不要自己，張著口卻發不出聲，空空流下兩行淚。
“我在城外置辦了一處田產，已經空置了兩年，你搬過去吧，雖然比不上沈家園子富麗堂皇，也應有盡有。”沈清軒卻仿佛什麼都不曾看到般淡淡道：“你若答應，我就將地契給你，也算給你個安身立命的地方，吃穿不愁。”
又看著小桃神情，沈清軒繼續道：“將來若是有了心上人，那處房契也算是你的嫁妝。”
“少爺？”小桃一時不能領會他的意思，淚眼婆娑地望著他。
“我雖納你進房，卻也實在不曾喜歡過你。你也知道。”沈清軒終於將話說開，“經了這麼一場事，我也想透，自以為是為你好，實則是害了你。到底你伺候了我這麼多年，我也不想虧待你，那處田園風景好得很，附近農家也民風淳樸，我先送你去散散心。若一年後你還想回來受拘束，你就回來，依然是我妾室。若不想回來，就留在那，房契地契都給你，來日有了喜歡的人，又待你好，你就嫁給他，生兒育女，也比跟著我這樣一個薄情的廢人要好。”
見小桃不答，沈清軒道：“你好好想想。”
小桃猶自發怔，從未想過峰迴路轉，會有這樣一番事情發生。呆呆坐在床頭，連沈清軒走了都不知道。
伊墨再次回來的時候，沈清軒正揉著額角，將那紙上枯荷揉成團，拋擲到一邊。
連續兩日作畫，畫出來的都不盡如人意，沈清軒惱了，將鎮紙恨恨地重放下去，沉沉的一聲悶響。
伊墨道：“這麼不歡迎我？”
沈清軒抬起頭，“你回來了？”臉上盡是歡喜。
歡喜的沒有一絲作偽，也無掩藏，仿佛之前的惱怒煩躁，等待的焦灼和不安，從來不存在過。
放下手中墨筆，沈清軒望瞭望他身上黑色衣袍，而後點頭，“這一次打理過了才來麼？”
“嗯。”伊墨走過去撿起地上揉成一團的紙頁鋪開，一邊看著一邊應：“上回你皺著眉頭，嫌我身上血污臭麼？”
“哪裡敢嫌你？”沈清軒笑，“就覺得你這人，乾乾淨淨的最適合你。沾了點血，倒不像個妖了。”
伊墨斜他一眼，取了案上筆墨，在池塘枯荷處添了兩筆，問：“不像妖，像什麼？”
“殺人不眨眼的魔頭。”沈清軒說，湊在他手旁看他修改那張畫，多了兩點漣漪，多了遠遠的一座雲山霧罩的山峰，說不出的清雅高遠，忍不住道：“嘖。”
伊墨轉過臉來，眉尖微蹙：“‘嘖’是什麼意思？”
“好的不得了的意思。”沈清軒笑著扯過他的袖子，奪了筆放到一邊，道：“到底是活了幾千年的老妖蛇，這墨寶流傳出去，也不知要引出什麼風流談逸來，一畫千金也不為過。”
伊墨嘲諷地在他額上彈了一下，“你不知金銀如糞土？”
沈清軒一把攥住額上的手，貼在臉上，張嘴咬了一口，又舔了舔唇，“金銀也好糞土也罷，沒什麼抵得過美人。”
伊墨看他半晌，而後搖頭：“你這樣子，倒真有幾分死纏爛打了。”
沈清軒笑了一聲，“你也可以——打蛇隨棍上。”攥著那冰涼大手揭開衣襟，將它貼在自己肌膚上，又問：“你這蛇，要不要隨棍上呢？”最後一句，說的又綿又軟，其意昭昭。
伊墨也不遲疑，將人打橫抱起，走向床榻。
沈清軒仍是笑著的，笑的無比開懷。
仿佛無論自己是否身陷險境、無論這世間對他有多少不公、無論前途叵測與否，只要看見他，只要聽見他，就能笑出聲來。
仿佛從心底生出的金色花朵，世界再黑暗，也有一處永遠明亮的溫暖地方。
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Shen Qingxuan sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the woman on the bed. Only a sallow face and pale lips were visible. A thick quilt was pressing on her body, as if there was only a piece of thin paper underneath, so flat that no human shape could be seen.
Shen Qingxuan knew that this was not originally the case. The woman had a slender frame. Although her body was small in his arms, her bones and flesh were evenly proportioned, soft and plump, with a rosy fragrance . She once had a child with him.
Now the child is gone. Although the woman is still alive, it is unknown how long she can hold on.
Everyone in the Shen family thought she wouldn’t make it through the night. It was only because she was young and strong that she managed to make it until now.
The oil is running out.
Shen Qingxuan looked at it for a while, then stretched out his clenched hand. In his palm was a broken black ink stick, black with purple, extremely precious. Without thinking, Shen Qingxuan threw the ink stick he had collected for many years into the blazing charcoal fire basin. With a crackling sound, it instantly burned red, and he didn’t feel distressed.
The century-old ink stick was made by a master of ink making in the previous dynasty. The materials used were extremely demanding and picky, and contained all kinds of rare medicinal materials in the world. The ink made from it can be used for writing for a hundred years without fading. Because the materials are precious, a piece the size of a fingernail is worth a thousand gold. Such ink can be used for writing, and it can also be used to save lives . At that time, Master Shen promised snowflake silver and used three prosperous shops and land deeds to exchange a piece from others to save his life. Because the carving was exquisite and could be called a work of nature, Shen Qingxuan never thought of breaking it to save his life when his life was hanging by a thread. Things that are too beautiful are not worth damaging even for life. Shen Qingxuan also knew that he was ridiculously stingy at that time.
No matter how beautiful something is, it will eventually be destroyed.
Shen Qingxuan took the fire tongs, picked up the burnt ink block, put it into a small bowl, then took some hot wine, poured it on top, used silver soup to make it into soup, asked someone to help Xiaotao up, and poured the ink wine into her mouth himself.
After an incense stick of time, Xiao Tao’s body, which was originally covered with cold sweat, began to feel better. The temperature of the charcoal brazier finally had an effect on her. Xiao Tao’s body warmed up, her breathing became more even, and she was no longer weak.
Shen Qingxuan asked someone to take good care of her. He stayed for a while before leaving Xiaotao’s house and returning to his own nanmu building.
Everyone in the Shen family knew that Shen Qingxuan had two ink sticks. One of them was extremely precious, two fingers thick, with running script carved on it and bamboo ink. It was a rare complete ink stick. There was no such ink stick on the market now. But he broke it into pieces because of a concubine, melted it into soup, and fed it to Xiao Tao. It was specially prepared by Master Shen more than ten years ago for the frail and sick Master Shen to use in case of emergency.
Last time Master Shen was seriously ill, and the time before that when snake venom entered his internal organs , it was not used. Why should it be used on a concubine now?
Various discussions were like snowflakes falling in winter, fluttering away.
“Xiao Tao is not favored? Who would believe it?!" “A concubine? I’m afraid even the legal wife is not as affectionate as her?" “That’s right. After all, Xiao Tao has been serving the young master for so many years. Even if Miss Wang marries into the family in the future, she won’t be able to compare to him." “That’s right. She gave birth to a son in one go. Even though she died, she may have many children in the future."…
Shen Qingxuan didn’t care about what others said, but the mistress of the Shen family couldn’t help but care. Shen’s mother specifically looked for Shen Qingxuan once. Although she didn’t say it directly, Shen Qingxuan understood the meaning of her words: She is just a concubine, a maid. You treat her too preciously, and people with low lives can’t bear it.
Shen Qingxuan did not comment, but nodded in obedience.
So when Xiao Tao woke up, she was able to eat soup and walk around. Shen Qingxuan never went to see her again.
Yi Mo returned that day, held him in his arms, healed his wounds , and left again.
Shen Qingxuan knew that Yi Mo was in trouble, so he didn’t keep him. After all, the pungent smell of blood from Yi Mo was too strong. Even a fool could tell that Yi Mo withdrew from the battle halfway. Shen Qingxuan knew that he was just a small mortal who didn’t understand or care about the monsters and demons. As long as Yi Mo was not injured and the blood was not his, Shen Qingxuan would not take it to heart.
Yi Mo said that she would come back to him after finishing her work.
Shen Qingxuan agreed.
In a blink of an eye, another half month passed. This year, it snowed auspiciously. On the road in the garden that had been cleared of snow, Shen Qingxuan sat in a wheelbarrow pushed by a servant to Xiaotao’s yard. On the way, he looked at the little snowmen made by the maids who still had childish hearts in the corners on both sides of the road. Each one was round, with eyes made of charcoal wood , noses made of radishes, and branches stuck on their heads. They squatted in a row under the courtyard wall, looking lively and childish.
There were three or four charcoal pots in Xiaotao’s room, and the charcoal fire was burning brightly , making the room warm as spring. Because she couldn’t get up from bed due to a miscarriage, she lay on the pillow to rest. The smell of charcoal fire and Chinese medicine mixed together in the room, making it somewhat peaceful and warm.
Shen Qingxuan dismissed the maids and asked them to go to the yard to play in the snow. The maids were very happy and trotted out of the room. Shen Qingxuan then approached the bed, opened the soft curtains, and called Xiaotao.
Xiao Tao was half asleep and half asleep, dozing off. She didn’t hear clearly at first, but later she heard clearly that a man was calling her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she thought to herself, where did this ignorant servant come from? How dare he break into her boudoir? If this got out, would she still be alive? She suddenly opened her eyes and saw Shen Qingxuan. She was stunned and called out in disbelief, “Master?"
Shen Qingxuan smiled, said “hmm", looked at the pair of eyes wide open in shock, and asked: “How is your health?"
Xiao Tao was still in a daze. She looked at that face and answered subconsciously, “Much better." Suddenly she came to her senses and said, “Master, can you speak now?!"
Shen Qingxuan covered her lips with his hand and made a “hush" sound.
Xiao Tao looked at him stupidly, and it took her a while to come to her senses and nodded quickly.
“It’s been a few months since I recovered my voice." Shen Qingxuan said, his eyes still warm, but he said with a hint of meaning: “It’s not time to tell you yet. Do you understand?"
Xiao Tao thought that no one in the family knew about it in the past few months, and she hadn’t heard the maids talking about it in the past two days. She immediately understood what Shen Qingxuan meant. He only told her and didn’t tell anyone else, so she naturally couldn’t let the news leak out. She nodded quickly.
Shen Qingxuan was somewhat surprised at her intelligence. He immediately felt even more sorry for her. He watched her for a long time before sighing, “I shouldn’t have married you."
Xiao Tao’s face turned pale, “Master?"
Shen Qingxuan shook his head and whispered, “Your uncle wanted to sell you to my house, but he got tuberculosis two years ago and has died. Your aunt is a shrew and lives a tight life. She can’t bear to have you as a mouth. I originally thought that you have no father or mother and no one to rely on. Even if I let you go out, your life may not be better than it is now. Although I can’t give you a good status, I can let you live in luxury and don’t have to be a slave. No matter how bad it is, it is better than living outside. That’s why I promised mother to take you into the room. In the future, you will have a son and you will have someone to rely on in the mansion. You won’t suffer in your life – it can be said that you have served me for so many years."
Xiao Tao’s eyes turned red, and she was speechless as she thought of the sad things. She just lowered her head and whispered, “Master."
“I know you are smart. Since you became a mother, you have been more cautious and careful. You would not fall in the snow for no reason." Shen Qingxuan looked at her, looked away for a while, and then said, “I don’t think anyone in this mansion would harm you. It was probably your former maid who came to play with you. Seeing that you were much more noble than her, she felt unfair and pushed you. She didn’t expect that she would hurt you so badly."
Xiao Tao’s heart skipped a beat when he casually said what was in her heart. She was so frightened that she didn’t know what to say. She used to be a maid. When the maids were together, they laughed and played without any scruples. Now that she is a concubine, she is much more lonely. It’s rare to have a companion, so she naturally agreed to play together. In addition, it snowed heavily, and she was a little crazy when making a snowman . Her companion pushed her without knowing how to do it. It was really unintentional, but because the snow was too slippery, she fell heavily.
Xiao Tao knew that as a concubine she had played with the maids, which was unbecoming. She felt guilty about it, and she almost lost her life because she had lost her child. She just wished that this matter would never be mentioned again.
But Shen Qingxuan, who usually kept silent, hit the nail on the head.
Xiao Tao couldn’t tell whether the girl who pushed her did it intentionally or unintentionally.
Shen Qingxuan was still looking at her. Although there was no blame in his eyes, Xiaotao was sweating profusely.
“Xiao Tao." Shen Qingxuan finally spoke. Xiao Tao pricked up her ears and listened, but she heard him say, “I know it’s not your fault about the child, but I’m still very sad."
Xiao Tao stammered , “Master…"
“Forget it, let’s just pretend it never happened." Shen Qingxuan was silent for a moment, then said, “I see you’re in a lot of pain right now, how about I take you out to relax?"
Xiao Tao was stunned, and suddenly she thought that he didn’t want her. She opened her mouth but no sound came out, and she shed two lines of tears.
“I bought a piece of land outside the city, and it has been vacant for two years. You can move there. Although it is not as magnificent as the Shen family’s house, it has everything you need." Shen Qingxuan said calmly as if he had not seen anything: “If you agree, I will give you the land deed, which will also give you a place to settle down and you will not have to worry about food and clothing."
Looking at Xiao Tao’s expression again, Shen Qingxuan continued: “If you have a lover in the future, the house deed will be considered as your dowry."
“Master?" Xiao Tao couldn’t understand what he meant for a moment and looked at him with tears in her eyes.
“Although I took you into my room, I really never liked you. You know that." Shen Qingxuan finally spoke out. “After such an incident, I have thought it through. I thought I was doing it for your own good, but in fact I was hurting you. After all, you have served me for so many years, and I don’t want to treat you badly. The scenery there is very beautiful, and the farmers nearby are also simple and honest. I will send you there to relax first. If you still want to come back and be restricted after a year, you can come back and still be my concubine. If you don’t want to come back, you can stay there, and the house deeds and land deeds will be given to you. If you find someone you like in the future and he treats you well, you can marry him and have children. It is better than following a heartless useless person like me."
Seeing that Xiao Tao didn’t answer, Shen Qingxuan said, “Think about it carefully."
Xiao Tao was still in a daze. She had never thought that something like this would happen. She sat at the head of the bed in a daze, not even noticing that Shen Qingxuan had left.
When Yi Mo came back again, Shen Qingxuan was rubbing his forehead. He crumpled the withered lotus on the paper into a ball and threw it aside .
After painting for two consecutive days, Shen Qingxuan was annoyed that his paintings were not satisfactory. He put the paperweight down again with resentment, and there was a dull sound.
Yi Mo said: “You don’t welcome me so much?"
Shen Qingxuan raised his head, “You’re back?" His face was full of joy.
There was no trace of pretense or concealment in her joy, as if the previous anger and irritation, the anxiety and uneasiness of waiting, had never existed.
Putting down the ink brush in his hand, Shen Qingxuan looked at the black robe on his body, and then nodded, “Have you come here after you have taken care of it this time?"
“Yeah." Yi Mo walked over, picked up the crumpled paper on the ground and spread it out, reading it while answering: “Last time you frowned, did you dislike the blood and stink on my body?"
“How dare I dislike you?" Shen Qingxuan smiled, “I just think that a clean person is best for you. With a little blood on you, you don’t look like a monster anymore."
Yi Mo glanced at him, took the writing brush and ink from the desk, added two strokes to the withered lotus in the pond, and asked, “If it doesn’t look like a monster, what does it look like?"
“A demon who kills without blinking an eye." Shen Qingxuan said, leaning over to watch him modify the painting. There were two more ripples and a distant mountain covered in clouds and mist. It was indescribably elegant and lofty. He couldn’t help but say, “Tsk."
Yi Mo turned around, frowning slightly: “What does ‘tsk’ mean?"
“It means it’s really good." Shen Qingxuan smiled and pulled his sleeve, snatched the brush and put it aside, saying: “After all, he is an old demon snake who has lived for thousands of years. If this calligraphy is circulated, I don’t know what kind of romantic talk it will cause. It’s not too much to pay a thousand gold for one painting."
Yi Mo tapped him on the forehead mockingly, “Don’t you know that gold and silver are like dirt?"
Shen Qingxuan grabbed the hand on his forehead, put it on his face, opened his mouth and took a bite, then licked his lips, “Gold, silver, or dirt, nothing can compare to beauty."
Yi Mo looked at him for a while, then shook his head: “You are really being persistent."
Shen Qingxuan laughed, “You can too – hit the snake with the stick." Grasping the cold big hand, he opened his clothes and put it against his skin, then asked, “You snake, do you want to be hit with the stick?" The last sentence was said softly and its meaning was clear.
Yi Mo did not hesitate, picked up the person and walked towards the bed.
Shen Qingxuan was still smiling, and smiling very happily.
It seemed that no matter whether he was in danger or not, no matter how unfair the world was to him, no matter whether the future was unpredictable or not, as long as he saw him or heard him, he could laugh out loud.
It’s like a golden flower growing from the bottom of my heart. No matter how dark the world is, there is always a warm place that is always bright.
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