"I don't know yet, don't think too much." Murong Xitian didn't want Xia Ziluo to be worried about this, not to mention that he didn't want to draw a conclusion before he was investigated clearly.

The assassin may have been arranged by Xia Qingtian, or it may have been a counterattack by a third-party force headed by Sima Chun, and it is more likely... the person Murong Xitian was most reluctant to guess, but she had many doubts when she came in.

"Well, let me know the news as soon as possible." Xia Ziluo breathed a sigh of relief in secret.

I really hope it wasn't the killer sent by Xia Qingtian, otherwise she really didn't know what to do.

Murong Xitian touched Xia Ziluo's pink cheeks as peach blossomed as: "It's very late, go back to sleep. I will discuss something with Xin Jiefeng later, and there is a wound on my body that has a strong bloody smell. I won't go to your place these days. When my injury is healed, you can move it here."

"What's wrong with the smell of blood? Which woman smells it once a month..." Xia Ziluo whispered in a low voice, "I won't accompany you if you have something to do today. I'll never leave my sight until the injury is healed tomorrow."

...

Murong Xitian was stunned for a moment, then he couldn't help laughing and almost burst out laughing: "Okay, little housewife, I'll follow you." As he said that, he gently scraped the tip of her nose with love.

Xia Ziluo grabbed his big hand: "If you are injured, you are still moving around. Take a good rest and recover from the injury as soon as possible."

"Abide by the order of my wife." Murong Xitian held Xia Ziluo's hand instead.

Xia Ziluo raised the corners of his lips sweetly: "Okay, I'm back. No matter what the big thing is, don't talk too long, and take a break early."

"Okay." Xia Ziluo's considerate and loving care made Murong Xitian feel sweeter.

He has always fought alone, and his joys and anger are not reflected. But now he has Xia Ziluo by his side, and Xia Ziluo is far stronger than he thought... If he has this virtuous wife, what else can his husband ask for?

"Let's go." Xia Ziluo stood up and turned around three times in one step.

Her reluctant look touched the softest part of Murong Xitian's heart. He quickly got out of bed and hugged Xia Ziluo since then when he was about to go out.

"Xi Tian..." The moment when the back was pressed against his warm chest, Xia Ziluo froze, and then it turned into a pool of spring water. His little hand couldn't help but hold his and overlapped it.

"It smells so good. It's a pity that I have injuries on my body, otherwise..." Murong Xitian's wet and hot lips fell behind her ears.

Xia Ziluo's cheeks suddenly became hot and she said coquettishly: "It's so beautiful! It's like this, and she's still thinking about that. I don't punish you for a month, so I can't do that..."

"So cruel." Murong Xitian's smile on the corner of his lips became deeper.

"Okay, hurry up and lie back on the bed. Before the injury is healed, you won't get out of bed without my order." Xia Ziluo blushed and scolded the person behind her who was fanning the flames everywhere.

"My Luo'er is so lustful. She actually wants to make her husband so tired that she can't get out of bed..." Murong Xitian deliberately explained the meaning of her words, moved her lips down and fell on her beautiful shoulders.

Xia Ziluo's body suddenly felt numb, and he subconsciously shyly wanted to break free from his arms. However, she did not dare to break free too hard, for fear that Murong Xitian's wound would crack again.

"I hate it, hurry up and lie back on the bed, or I'll be angry!" After finally leaving the wolf's mouth, Xia Ziluo stood outside the door with one hand on his hips, pointing his other hand at Murong Xitian's forehead.
Chapter completed!