Chapter 42: The Prince's Tenderness 02
He looked at her quietly, with an almost ferocious look on his face, "Why don't you continue singing."
Chu Yue coughed twice, "Your Majesty, you are in a good mood. Why don't you go to see another beauty? I won't be jealous."
He snorted, took a long step, and reached her with incredible strides.
"doing what?"
He looked at the thing in her hand curiously.
She coughed twice, "No, it's nothing, it's just a woman's gadget."
Mu Youche's eyes were focused on the knife in her hand.
If you read it correctly, this should be a very well-made knife. Although it is small, the blade is glowing and extremely sharp.
How dare she take such a knife!
He narrowed his dark eyes, stretched out his hand, and the knife was in his hand.
It was spinning smoothly between his fingers.
Chu Yue looked at her bitterly, trying to compete with her with a knife?
Wait until she recovers.
"Where did it come from?" He looked at her closely.
Chu Yue snorted, "I bought it for self-defense. After all, there are too many wolves these days."
Be careful she stabs him to death.
He actually opened his lips and smiled, raised his fingers slightly, and nailed the knife between her fingers, making a small tinkling sound.
She stared at him angrily. If he dared to force her tonight, she would...
His slender hand held hers, along with the small seal, "What are you doing?"
Chu Yue's heart skipped a beat. It was too late to hide it, so she could only say: "I like to give it to you."
Withdrawing his hand, he took the knife to sharpen another one.
Mu Youche put the pendant down and shook it. It was a very delicate, complex and exquisite pattern.
Seeing her playing with the knife very fluently, his deep eyes narrowed.
His hand was in hers again. Her palm was soft and delicate, without any flaws. It didn't look like he had practiced swordsmanship.
Her breath froze, and she didn't understand where his inexplicable tenderness came from.
The thin calluses on his palms rubbed against her skin like an electric current, making her tingle.
His hand touched her back, and she felt a surge of electricity from the point of contact, flying along her spine and into her brain.
"What are you doing? I'll help you. I'll cut my hand carefully."
He took the knife and blew out a piece of hair.
A precious blade for cutting gold and jade, blowing and breaking hair.
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