We were so close that I could feel his breath spraying on my face, and I could also smell the faint scent of grass and trees on his body. His eyes were burning and looked particularly bright in the dim room. They seemed to be longing for

into my heart.

I quickly avoided his visit, and moved my eyes gently down along the straight bridge of his nose, sweeping across the sexy lips, and a circle of stubble on his chin caught my eye.

I can't help but be a little surprised. Although Ying Zheng is not the kind of person who loves to groom himself, he always tidies himself up every day. It is rare to see him looking so unshaven.

Could it be that he appeared in my room so early because he waited for me all night, so he looked like this!

I looked up at him again and saw faint shadows under his eyes, and his mouth was dry and dehydrated. At this moment, I had the urge to tell him the truth.

But I suppressed this thought in an instant. Firstly, I was afraid that I had misunderstood that he did not wait for me all night; secondly, I was afraid that the description would become darker and darker, which would make him unhappy.

"Qingchi, just come back. Wash up first and change out of these clothes!" Ying Zheng didn't ask any more questions, but he spoke in a very strong tone, and then he passed by my shoulder.

Only then did I notice that I was wearing a man's clothes. Just now in the Xu Mansion, Zhang Ma handed me the clothes. I thought they were her old clothes, so I put them on randomly and walked back in a hurry while walking on the streets of Xianyang.

She even didn't notice the clothes she was wearing. Only after he reminded her did she notice it.

He couldn't have misunderstood, I was with a certain man last night!

No, I was indeed with a certain man, but it wasn't like that. Alas, I feel like I can't explain it clearly.

But I can't let him misunderstand or make him uncomfortable!

When I thought of this, I quickly opened the door and chased him out.

"Ying Zheng, wait!" I called to Ying Zheng who had not gone far, and saw his tall back paused, and slowly turned to look at me. The circle of cyan under his eyes became more obvious in the sunlight.

I was even more certain in my heart that he must have stayed overnight for me, but he was too proud to say it.

"Ying Zheng, I, I stayed out last night because I was drunk, but nothing really happened? You...you must believe me!" Alas, I don't even know what I'm talking about!

But if I don't explain, I feel uncomfortable, but why I need to explain to him, I don't have time to figure it out.

I was nervous inside, hoping that he would believe me, and my hands unconsciously held the hem of my clothes tightly.

He looked at me and said nothing for a while, but his brows gradually relaxed from the slight frown when he left, and his eyes became relieved when he looked at me, and said: "Qingchi, I believe that someone will give me some help later."

Make some hangover soup."

"Yeah, okay." Seeing that he didn't ask further questions and chose to believe me, my heart that had just been tangled fell back into my chest, and my hands let go of the hem of my clothes.

"Qingchi, it's a bit late for the morning court. I'll come see you later." After hearing what he said, I remembered that the Qin court had morning court every other day. Today was the day he needed to go to court early, but he

But he chose to stay here and wait for me, feeling a little shocked in his heart.

"Well, go ahead and I'll see you off." I stepped forward and walked side by side with him. For some reason, as long as I stayed with him like this, I felt particularly stable in my heart, as if this was how life should be.

I didn't say goodbye to him until we were almost at the entrance of the main hall. Before leaving, he said to me: "Qingchi, remember to have breakfast."

I nodded and looked at his back as he turned and left. Zhao Gao, who was guarding the door of the hall, raised his hands to greet him. I didn't leave reluctantly until he disappeared from sight.

Back in the room, I had just finished washing up when breakfast was served to me by the waiter, and there was also a bowl of hangover soup on the tray.

Ying Zheng waited all night for me and even delayed the morning court meeting. This was rarely the case for him who always focused on political affairs. He even gave me the sobering soup.

He treated me like this, and the thought of admiring him that I had suppressed began to stir again.

What should I do?

Should I go with my feelings?
Chapter completed!