Song Jingran picked up Shuang Muzi and went straight to the bedroom, put her on the bed, and looked at the person who seemed to be sleeping in front of him. His heart was in a mess. He glanced behind him and waved his hand. Suddenly, the door was closed with a bang. He took a deep breath and lit it twice on Shuang Muzi. Shuang Muzi woke up slowly.

"Brother Ran, I'm so hot..." Shuang Muzi seemed to have a little consciousness. At least, she knew that the person in front of her was Song Jingran.

Song Jingran saw that Shuang Muzi's face turned red. He thought that the medicine had tortured the whole body. If there was no antidote, the consequences would be unbearable.

This drug can only reduce the drug properties of men and women, otherwise it will cause death; therefore, this drug is named "Hehuan San".

The interior lights were dim, and Song Jingran gently untied, and Frost Muzi's messy clothes were covered.

"Go away, don't touch me... don't... so hot..." Shuang Muzi was confused, his hands were scattered, and he was a little scared, but he was even more confused.

Song Jingran grabbed Shuang Muzi's shaking hands and said softly: "Be good Xuan'er, you won't be hot in a while."

As he entered dawn, Song Jingran slightly woke up, looking at the sleeping person in his arms, recalling the madness all night, there was an inexplicable desire, and still sighed in his heart, with a hint of regret, and more of it was guilt and self-blame. If it weren't for life and death, I thought I wouldn't have been like this. Thinking of this, the guilty heart was comforted.

He stood up gently, and the bright red slightest touch of the bed made me feel guilty again; after putting on my clothes, Song Jingran walked into the main hall, and the figure of the Prince of Beiliang was gone.

Song Jingran shouted "Dark Soul..." to the empty room in a low and cold voice.

"I'm here." The figure of Dark Soul Careless appeared in the park.

"All arranged?" Song Jingran still said coldly.

"Yes." The dark soul is also as cold as ice than usual.

"Next, you should know what to do." Song Jingran walked out of the house, meaning that he was about to leave.

"The subordinate understands." The dark soul followed Song Jingran for several years, and there was no need to explain each other.

Song Jingran stepped away, and he only cared about life and death, and had no other choice. He had no way to explain his desires all night. He had never thought of being responsible for her, nor even facing this relationship.

"Young Master...Miss Frost..." Dark Hun mustered up the courage to save a little possibility for Shuang Muzi.

"Do what you should do." Song Jingran left a cold voice and disappeared. Dark Soul suddenly sighed for Shuang Muzi, and he was wrong after all.

When Shuang Muzi woke up, it was already morning; the chaotic memories, the blurred figures, were running around in the mind; the more the drowsy consciousness I wanted to remember, the more chaotic it became; the pain in the body proved the facts of last night.

Seeing that Shuang Muzi had not woken up for a long time, Dark Soul came in to take a look. Shuang Muzi curled her feet on the bed, and she burst into tears in disgrace.

"Muzi..." Dark Hun sat beside the bed and looked at Shuang Muzi with distress.

"It's him..." In Shuang Muzi's memory, only the Prince of Beiliang has appeared. Then, the person who loves him is the Prince of Beiliang.

"Last night, you accidentally ate the wine of Prince Beiliang, so..." Dark Soul selfishly escaped from Shuang Muzi's problem, but also told the truth tactfully.

"I want to be alone and be quiet." Shuang Muzi let tears fall on her face, and her dull expression not only made people worry.

"Muzi..." Seeing that Shuang Muzi was like this, Dark Soul was really afraid of anything.

"I'm fine, I just want to be alone later." Shuang Muzi had no other reaction. The dirty face and shameful joy in her mind were in her mind. At this moment, she wanted to bury her memories and die.
Chapter completed!