Hearing Zhang Yu's words, Duan Yichen just responded softly, then returned to sit down in front of the desk, "You can leave."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
When Zhang Yu turned around and left, his eyes flashed with the light of a successful prank.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, blowing on her body like a knife, causing her skin to ache. Xiaoxiao closed her eyes tightly and gritted her teeth. She hadn't eaten for two days, and her body's ability to withstand the cold naturally became worse. In addition, she was recovering from a serious illness.
, one can imagine the suffering she suffered.
"You still refuse to beg for mercy?"
The roaring wind carried Duan Yi's cold and cold voice.
She opened her eyes, squinted slightly, and when she saw him, she turned away angrily, not wanting to talk to him at all.
Duan Yichen's eyes became more sinister. He took a few steps towards her and pinched her little face forcefully. When he saw the tears spreading on her face without knowing when, he was suddenly shocked.
"Don't you just want to see me like this?" Xiaoxiao's eyes were red and her voice was a little hoarse. The emotions in her heart suddenly burst and she wanted to vent them all.
"You are a superior prince, you can treat people like ants, and your pleasure is to appreciate how the people under your feet struggle... I am such a fool, how can I forget your identity? I am just a priest.
It’s just a doll for your entertainment.”
Duan Yichen frowned, his handsome face slightly sullen. He stared at her, his hand suddenly raised, Xiaoxiao thought he wanted to teach her a lesson, so she subconsciously shrank her neck and closed her eyes.
The rope around her body was suddenly loosened, and Xiaoxiao was caught off guard and fell forward, falling into Duan Yichen's arms.
She raised her head in surprise, "You..."
"Didn't you say that you are my king's doll?" Duan Yichen smiled ferociously, "Then, as long as I am happy, I can do whatever I want with you!"
After saying that, he was about to drag her forward, but Xiaoxiao hugged the pillar tightly with one hand and pushed him away with the other, "Let go! I won't go with you!"
A cruel aura rose from Duan Yichen's eyes, "Lin Moying! You are challenging my patience!"
"So what?" Xiaoxiao knelt down weakly on the ground, wiped away her tears, and raised her head stubbornly, "You are the prince, how can you not keep your words? In front of so many servants, you said you would tie me up three times.
I've been hungry for three days, why are you letting me go now?"
Duan Yichen was really angry. He had never seen a woman as ignorant as her.
"That is to say, you would rather go hungry or freeze than go with me, right?"
"I'm not Lin Moying who can be made round or flat by you!"
Looking at Xiaoxiao who had made up her mind, Duan Yishen sneered, "Okay, okay, okay."
After saying "ok" three times in a row, he turned around and left without looking back.
Staring at his decisive figure, Xiaoxiao felt her eyes were a little blurry. She wiped them hard, trying to get her to obey him honestly? There was no way! She was not Lin Moying, she was Lou Xiaoxiao!
The more you wipe it, the more tears will fall. You are so evil, can't you save some water? You haven't drank water for two days, why are your tear glands still so developed?
Suddenly, her hand was grabbed by someone, and it was replaced by a clean handkerchief. Although the movement was stiff, it still gently wiped the tears on her face.
Xiaoxiao opened her eyes wide in surprise, "You, didn't you leave?"
Duan Yichen gritted his teeth, "Are you so happy when the king is gone?" Without waiting for her to answer, he said, "If you are happy, why are you crying?"
Xiaoxiao changed her gaze, bit her lip, and spoke with a crying tone, "I like to cry, I cry when I am happy."
Duan Yichen angrily crossed her body and forced her to look at him, "Listen, I don't like to see you cry. I'm not happy to see you cry. Do you hear me clearly?"