Forgive me, Your Majesty

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Hua Yi was still lying straight on the bed staring at him, suddenly pulling on his lapel, bracing herself and almost jumping up, stretching out her right hand to lift his mask.
Teng Feng Yuan did not stop her, the mask was uncovered, revealing his face, eyebrows flying into his temples, soft facial lines, jaw and nose like a fine carving, the whole face is as clean as it was back then. However, the temperament has changed, when the gentle retreat, more two points of severity and cold, but his features were born soft and handsome, these two points of severity more than just right.
Black long-sleeved, ink hair hanging down, shoulders wider than before, chest is also more solid, when the first held the piano of the gentleman scholar into a slightly dark temperament of the godfather – Hua Yi had to admit that this look of the man more in line with her aesthetic.
She looked at his face in a nebulous manner, dumbfounded with surprise, when she last saw him he had been severely injured, his face had been slashed several times and blood flowed all over his face, Hua Yi couldn’t bear to look at it at that time, she had always thought that underneath that Xiu Luo mask there was a face strewn with scars, she hadn’t expected it to be as bare as yesterday. She sat on her knees on the bed, she couldn’t help but reach out her hand to touch his cheek, surprised, “Not a trace eh, what kind of magic medicine does the Piercing Cloud Sect have?”
Her soft hand wandered over his face, bringing about a gust of shallow itch, Teng Feng Yuan let her touch around, his gaze lingered on her □ body, although the quilt covered her below the waist, the scenery above the waist was still very tantalizing.
“Your Holiness, what kind of medicine are you using? Give me some okay?” Hua Yi marveled at his scarless face, forgetting about the fact that he was still naked, tugging at his robe to bargain with him, “I only need a little, otherwise, it’s fine if you tell me the recipe.”
This kind of magic medicine, must be the beauty of the best, women, love the heart of all people have.
Teng Feng Yuan one hand on her shoulder, lips slightly hooked, “Piercing Cloud Church has a purple lotus, that is the sacred medicine for healing, that time just bloomed, and, Elder Gu also invited a wonderful doctor to come over to help me heal my injuries.”
That Purple Puff Jade Lotus is said to bloom only once in ten years, with a flowering period of three days, and only the freshly plucked flowers are useful, so it seems that there is no Sacred Pill of Resurfacing and Scar Removal for her. Hua Yi was slightly disappointed, she swept a glance at the Shura mask that was thrown on the bed and muttered, “Since it’s not disfigured what kind of mask is it still wearing? It’s too scary.”
Teng Feng Yuan’s features were originally born handsome, and his temperament was too gentle at that time, as the head of a sect, this face was not intimidating enough, so he made an eerie and horrifying mask, and then he wore it all the time, and except for a few elders who brought him into the sect and his personal follower, Xiao Cheng, the rest of the people just assumed that he had been disfigured. After all, a scar-strewn face coupled with a Shura mask was more in line with the identity of the Dark Sect Master.
Hua Yi sat back on the bed, only then did she notice that she had nothing on and was being looked at by him for half a day for nothing, so she hurriedly pulled the quilt upwards and shrank back under the covers.
Teng Feng Yuan had changed the bedsheets in the middle of the night, and even wrung a towel to wipe her off, so Hua Yi slept very comfortably. He sat down at the edge of the bed, “The kitchen has stewed nourishing medicinal soup, since you’re awake, get up and drink some.”
Hua Yi shook her head, she didn’t know what to say, she also didn’t know if this was considered her forcing herself on him or being forced by him, her remaining light glanced at Teng Feng Yuan’s face, at least it was still a handsome man, her heart could more or less balance out a little. She rolled over and turned her back to him, after playing with Sikong Qian yesterday, she slept with other men at night, what kind of thing is this?

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