So Qin Shang just lay quietly on the bed, his mind running quickly. How to quickly melt the 20-year-old owner?

He couldn't wait to hug him now, and heard the master say a few light but warm words, instead of just touching cold and alienating as if he was very close, he could not get close to him as if there was a transparent iceberg between the two.

He sighed silently, and suddenly saw Baiyi passing by from the corner of his eyes. Qin Shang turned his head, Baiyi's figure had disappeared from sight.

The thoughts were slightly frozen for a moment, and Qin Shang quickly guessed that the master should have gone to take a shower. Sure enough, after a while, he saw two young men serving in the hall taking the pavilion master's clothes and heading towards the back hall.

Mr. Qin couldn't help feeling melancholy and lost. If his health was good at this time, how could he be someone else's turn to serve his master in the shower?

Too depressed.

Lying on the pillow in sorrow, Qin Shang turned to look at himself. Although he was seriously injured, his injuries had been properly treated. The scratches were also medicine. He was wearing clean bedcloths, so he didn't have to worry about staining his master's bed.

Thinking of his master's bed, he couldn't help but think of his stupid thing - this year, he spent the whole winter recuperating on his master's bed. He also said that he warmed his master's bed and was his master's favor. In fact, the master just borrowed half of the bed to him, and he was too lazy to pay attention to him...

It has been so many years since I thought about it, but I just think it’s particularly interesting.

Qin Shang sighed with a sigh of relief, came to his senses, and carefully moved his body into it, giving way to a large enough place.

Although he didn't know when he was moved to his master's bed, after falling asleep for so long, his body had already warmed up, and the bed had already been warmed up. After moving his body over, the place where he was originally lying on his tummy was warm, and it was very comfortable to touch him with his hands.

Qin Shang raised the corners of his lips slightly, and covered the quilt on his body, and then waited quietly.

The master didn't take a long bath and came back in half an hour.

The original white robe has been taken off, and I have changed into a white bedclothes. My hair is a little damp, and I look particularly cold and abstinent, and a little lazy and slacking.

The young men who served the Pavilion Master rarely came to the inner hall. After serving the owner, one of the boys brought a cup of hot tea to the Pavilion Master, and then both of them retreated.

Emperor Xiu walked to the bedside, leaned slowly against the head of the bed, took a casual sip of tea, his eyes slightly narrowed, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

Wherever he is, the cold breath is curling like smoke.

Qin Shang couldn't help but put the quilt together again and whispered, with a little cautious smell: "Is the master resting now? I've already warmed the bed."

The fingertips of the teacup paused slightly, and the face of Emperor Xiu was as indifferent as an banished immortal had not changed at all, and he did not have to pay attention to Qin Shang's intention.

Qin Shang pursed his lips and spoke again unwillingly: "Master, my subordinates know that they are wrong. They will not hurt themselves again in the future, nor will they do stupid things again."

The imperial cult still didn't respond.

Qin Shang bit his lower lip and deeply felt that the master was definitely the most difficult time at this time. He couldn't help but remember what his master had said before.

Only by enjoying boundless loneliness and abandoning all distracting thoughts can we create a true king.
Chapter completed!