After I was resurrected from the dead, I turned from an old man to a peerless beauty

Qiao Muyun smelled a faint fragrance from Lin Mao's body.

It is clearly the smell of cold incense shavings and Daphne incense, one is burned in the stove, and the other is smoked on cloth.However, the extremely ripe aroma is not the same as before, with a touch of lingering aroma.

It looks like a flower, like sweet honey, like a ripe fruit among the branches and green leaves in the south.

Ah, it turns out that it is the boy's own breath.

Everyone is born with a faint breath of their own, which comes from the bones and flesh. Some people smell better, while others smell better. Qiao Muyun took over Jinlou's spice business for a long time. In three to five years, these principles are naturally understood.In the spring breeze, Qiao Muyun is used to incense in the room, and Qiao Muyun can casually point out what those spices are aphrodisiac or enchanting—after all, he is the default heir, and he ate all kinds of spices that his mother found early. The detoxification pill, not to mention the ordinary incense for fun, even the poison that kills people can't be used for nothing.

He still understands this truth.

What he didn't understand was why he was so overwhelmed by the lingering smell of Lin Mao's fleshy scent that it almost cut off his breath and cut off his heart.

However, Lin Mao ignored the young master's momentary trance. When he fell off the soft couch, he happened to be on Qiao Muyun's body.The cloth on his body is a kind of soft gauze specially made in the spring breeze. It looks slightly similar to ordinary cloth, but it is extremely thin and smooth to the touch. Lin Mao rolled into a pile with Qiao Muyun like this, flesh against flesh, a young man The extremely high body temperature was transmitted to Lin Mao clearly through the material of the clothes, even for an old and dull person like Lin Mao, he felt very unbearable.

Lin Mao put his hands on the ground and wanted to get up from Qiao Muyun's body, but the house for pleasure-seeking was really like a pile of brocades. Just as he exerted his strength, the tulle under his palm slipped—Lin Mao only had time to groan With a sound, he fell on Qiao Muyun again. While struggling, he accidentally tore off the curtain covering the soft couch. The edge of the really flimsy fabric fell slowly like a crimson cloud, covering Lin Mao and Qiao Muyun. Qi's head covered his brain tightly.

Candlelight came through the translucent curtain, and Lin Mao's unusually pale cheeks were stained red, and some hair was soaked in sweat, sticking to his forehead and sideburns, and the black and thick eyelashes were clear and clear. The pupils, the red marks in the pupils that showed through the curtain, seemed to be on fire in the eyes.Qiao Muyun opened her eyes and looked at the person on her body dreamily. She only felt that the sweet fragrance under the curtain became more and more intense, and everything in the world seemed to melt into a blur, leaving only a heart thumping on her chest. Banging, not listening.

Not to mention that Qiao Muyun fell into such a dreamlike situation, but Lin Mao was secretly annoyed. He was a little helpless by the soft and soft gauze, and waved his hands several times to try to break free but failed. , but fell on Qiao Muyun several times, and finally fell out of the young hero's muffled groan.

Putting one hand on Lin Mao's shoulder, Qiao Muyun slowly propped up his upper body on his elbows.

"Don't worry."

He spoke in Lin Mao's ear with an extremely hoarse voice, and after a while, he slowly and slowly pulled the layers of veils away from the two of them.

Lin Mao coughed twice, and when he broke free, he felt that the air in the room that was dull and greasy before was so fresh.

Qiao Muyun hugged him carefully again, and carried him back to the soft couch.

In fact, Lin Mao was still angry at Qiao Muyun's insulting words before, but after the accident just now, the time to lose his temper has passed.After all, Lin Mao is an elderly person in his bones, and he can't show the unreasonable and ruthless appearance of a young man, but he is choked up by the anger in his chest.

And at this moment, Qiao Muyun helped Lin Mao tuck the quilt, and slowly said:

"If there was something offending in my words before, I hope you can forgive me, my lord."

"?"

Lin Mao vaguely sensed that something was wrong with Qiao Muyun, but he couldn't see the specific expression of that man wearing that hideous human skin mask.

"you……"

Qiao Muyun wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a call from outside the door.

"Master."

From Lin Mao's perspective, he could only see a vague figure leaning over the layers of cloth.

"The people from Wangyou Valley are here."

Qiao Muyun froze for a moment, then returned to normal.

"Okay, tell Mother Yun that I will go there right away."

Different from the reckless and stupid young hero before, at this moment, Qiao Muyun's voice was low and his eyes were cold, and there was a hint of ruthlessness.

Lin Mao also heard what the man said, and he was delighted when the words "Wangyougu" fell into his ears.Seeing that Qiao Muyun was about to withdraw his hand to leave, Lin Mao reached out quickly, but was a little weak, and only hooked one of the man's sleeves with his fingertips.

Qiao Muyun turned her head quickly, looking at Lin Mao with bright eyes.

"Don't worry, I won't let them take you back."

He said firmly to Lin Mao.

Lin Mao was so angry that he almost spat out another mouthful of blood. Before he could speak, Qiao Muyun had already put a finger between Lin Mao's lips.

"Be nice."

Qiao Muyun said softly.

His voice was deep and soft, and if the same words fell into the little girl's ears, they might take away half of the soul, but now he was facing Lin Mao, an old monster who had come back from the dead.

Lin Mao frowned tightly, and before he had time to explore why he felt scalp numb and chest tight when he heard those three words, Qiao Muyun pressed his finger on the acupuncture point and passed out again.

Qiao Muyun stood in front of the couch and looked at the boy for a moment...

"Master."

The figure crawling outside the door couldn't hold back after all, and called him again.

Only then did Qiao Muyun take two steps back as if she had just woken up from a dream, and raised her hand to pull down one of the glazed tassels on the lamp on the roof.

There was only a "squeak" sound, and the soft couch Lin Mao was lying on moved forward evenly by a foot, revealing a dark room under the soft couch.

Qiao Muyun carried Lin Mao, who was motionless, into the dark room, and carefully arranged everything properly.

The young man was sleeping sweetly in the dark room, with one hand hanging down slightly, Qiao Muyun looked at the man's white fingertips, and remembered the way he hooked his sleeve before, his heart beat faster again.

"Master!"

There was another hasty call, and with Qiao Muyun's ear strength, he could already hear the noise coming from the stairs.

Qiao Muyun gave Lin Mao another look reluctantly, and then jumped out of the dark room.

The soft couch moved back to its original position without a sound, Qiao Muyun bent down, and the messy pile of cloth on the ground was slightly gathered in his arms. Looking at him again, he was already an ordinary servant of a prostitute. .