Hua Xuanji forgot when Yehua left, but only remembered that her tears never stopped from the second he entered.
Her green-white fingers pinched the wrinkled sheets tightly, and she wrapped herself tightly in a thin quilt. Her hair was messy and scattered on her shoulders, and the pain in her body was indescribable.
It was as if he had swallowed balls of fire in his throat. He opened his eyes with difficulty and then closed them weakly. He said in a hoarse voice: "Qingge, water...water."
However, where is the Qingge, all I get is the echo of my own hoarse echo in the empty room.
She bit her lips tightly like withered petals to prevent her tears from falling again. There were still crystal tears hanging on her long eyelashes.
Suddenly, there was a touch of softness on her mouth, and the green tea, which was as sweet and warm as nectar, slowly entered Hua Xuanji's mouth.
Hua Xuanji was extremely thirsty at this time, so she took a deep breath without caring, wishing to swallow all the softness contained in it.
After swallowing a sip of water, her throat softened slightly. Hua Xuanji raised her lips with difficulty and said breathlessly: "Thank you."
However, she immediately discovered something strange. Regardless of the pain in her body, she stood up suddenly. The handsome man she met that night was looking at her with his peach blossom eyes narrowed. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and there was...
…with traces of undried water.
Hua Xuanji clutched the quilt tightly as if holding a life-saving straw. Her sharp nails even scratched the not-so-thick quilt. In some places, the cotton wool inside was even exposed. She tightly protected her chest,
He moved backwards and forwards with difficulty.
The handsome man still acted calmly, his raised lips became more and more sinister, he picked up the jade cup in his hand and took a sip gently.
"Tsk, tsk, good tea."
"Hao Cha, uncle, how did you get in!" Hua Xuanji didn't know where she got the strength at this time, her little face was swollen as if she was about to bleed.
The handsome man replied in a matter-of-fact tone, without even thinking about it: "I walked in."
The black lines all over Hua Xuanji's head fell immediately.
What kind of place is this, the palace? I walked in, thank you for telling me. I angrily grabbed a few pieces of intact clothes, blushed and looked at the man who was still drinking tea in the same posture just now, and stretched out a
She placed her fingers between his eyes, letting his eyes follow her fingers.
"You, turn your head."
"Tsk, tsk... good tea." Instead of following Hua Xuanji's wishes, the beautiful man's narrow peach blossom eyes slid down the arm like gelatin, until he reached the not too deep ravine. He took another sip of tea.
.
"Tsk tsk...it's not unfair."
"What kind of flat?" Hua Xuanji said blankly, but after following his gaze, she realized what he was referring to. She picked up something like clothes and threw it fiercely. Her face turned red to her ears.
Gen, cursed in a hoarse voice:
"rogue!"
"Tsk, tsk, it smells so good." The handsome man didn't care about Hua Xuanji's scolding or blushing. He shook the thing she threw over, and his peach blossom eyes slightly raised, "Are you hinting at me?"
Hint, you big-headed ghost, Hua Xuanji muttered silently while looking intently at the "thing" waving in the handsome man's hand.
It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Hua Xuanji felt that all the energy and blood in her body rushed to the top of that smooth head.
What was constantly shaking in that slender hand was a bellyband.
Silvery white, embroidered with chrysanthemums.
Her bellyband!
Hua Xuanji held the quilt in one hand and swooped down to snatch the bellyband from the handsome man's hand.
Her pounce was so sudden that she didn't give the handsome man any time to think. The handsome man ducked back very naturally and as a matter of course.
"Gulu."
"Clang."
"ah!"
The handsome man couldn't bear to cover his face with his bellyband. After a while, he slightly moved the position of his bellyband. His pair of narrow peach blossom eyes blinked, and for a moment, he looked at the rare neck in front of him.
I saw classmate Hua Xuanji, who was still covered in red plum blossoms that had been ravaged by Ye Hua, kissing the earth in a long French style without any trace of her hair.
The culprit, the thin quilt that was almost rotten by her grip, was hanging on her three-inch-long feet. It was crumbling... crumbling.
The handsome man looked at her slowly from head to toe, threw his bellyband on her body, muttered "enough," and then turned around in a "well-mannered" manner.
Hua Xuanji was about to cry. She covered her face, grabbed the offending bellyband, and put it on her body.
At this moment, the door suddenly opened with a creak.
Immediately afterwards, Qingge's dusty figure appeared in front of Hua Xuanji. The dusty figure suddenly froze. After a long while, she twitched the corner of her mouth and said: "Miss...I...I...I don't have anything."
See..." He took another considerate step forward. "You...you continue."
"How can you continue after seeing it?" The handsome man turned around suddenly, and the teacup he had been holding in his hand flicked hard, hitting Qingge's forehead. Qingge, who had not even touched the ground with one foot, fell down like that.
Come down.
"You... what did you do to her?" Hua Xuanji wrapped a piece of clothing around her body, picked up Qing Ge, looked at the beautiful man with some tenderness and said:
"I'm just helping her eliminate some unnecessary memories." The handsome man pointed his slender fingers at his head and said in a very serious tone.
Hua Xuanji recalled that day when the beautiful man was seriously injured but managed to knock down the three eunuchs with only three pebbles. She also recalled her own inability to resist on the bed just now and ran up to the beautiful man with a flattering look on her face.
"Let's forget about what happened just now, okay?" He said with his big eyes blinking quickly.
But the handsome man poured another cup of tea from nowhere, knocked his legs and sat on the stool: "Tsk, tsk, good tea."
You big-headed ghost! Hua Xuanji cursed in her heart, twitching the corners of her mouth, but still in a flattering manner: "Hero, handsome man, can you teach me martial arts?"
The handsome man didn't tsk his tongue this time. "Good tea." He put down the teacup in his hand with a snap. A pair of peach blossom eyes provoked an evil and sycophantic look:
"What's the benefit?"
"A hero does good deeds without leaving a name."
"I'm not a hero."
"Beautiful man..." Hua Xuanji rubbed forward and deliberately pulled down the clothes on her shoulders a little.
However, every movement brought a burst of intense soreness.
As long as I ask for martial arts, that scumbag prince can't touch me. Hua Xuanji secretly comforted herself in her heart. She saw the handsome man picking up the teacup on the table and bringing it to his mouth.
"Tsk, tsk," before the word "good tea" came out of her mouth, Hua Xuanji's green-white palm was stuck in her lips.
"What are the conditions!" Hua Xuanji asked cheerfully with her heart pounding.
[The author's children's shoes have something to say: Meow! You voted for meaty ones, so I posted a chapter yesterday in the misty spring breeze of 18. Someone actually said that it was written by someone else.
It's **... I'm obviously a fresh-faced author. I'm obviously... Bar teeth... I'll give you a smile.】