A trace of love flashed in Chu Ziming's eyes, but it was fleeting like a bright meteor!
Dandan turned around suddenly and caught the treacherous smile in Lan Die'er's eyes. She really wanted to retaliate, but she thought that she couldn't do it now. It wasn't that she was afraid of her, but that Xuan'er was still in a coma.
Perhaps because of the ancient saying that men and women were not allowed to be intimate, no one of the men present came to help her, but Lan Die'er covered her lips and smiled, and came to her unkindly and said, "Sister Princess, why are you so disrespectful?"
Be careful." He said, stretching out his delicate hand and handing it to Dandan.
Dandan would rather get up by herself than face Lan Dier's weasel greeting the chicken. She was so uneasy! She pushed Lan Dier's hand away and said, "I don't need your help." She was just about to get up.
The owner of a pair of generous hands, with a voice like a spring breeze, said, "Dandan, does it hurt from the fall?" He couldn't help but help her up carefully.
Without seeing the person, just by listening to the voice, Dandan already knew who the person was. He slowly raised his head and looked at Chu Zijin with a pair of watery eyes. After not seeing him for a few days, he was still so handsome and tall.
Wearing a crescent-colored brocade shirt, her black hair is like ink, her deep eyes seem to have vague words, and the curve of her lips seems to melt the entire cold winter, so warm.
"Where's the handkerchief?" Chu Zijin asked warmly, looking at Dandan distressedly. After not seeing her for a few days, her palm-sized face had become thinner and pale. Every time he saw her, he couldn't help but smile.
Cherish!
Dandan handed the handkerchief to Chu Zijin dully, lowered her head, and watched him gently wipe off the dust on her hands and the blood on the edges, which made her heart ripple.
"The Third Prince is really 'careful'!" Lan Dier seemed unintentional, but secretly mocked, turning to look at Chu Ziming, with a face as cold as ice, full of anger!
Chu Ziming walked to Dandan slowly and said in a sinister voice, "Get up when you fall down. Is it possible that the least favored second daughter in Ling Hu's house is so delicate?" Suddenly,
Punishingly, he held his defenseless balls in his arms.
It touched the injury in Dandan's hand, and she frowned in pain.
The handkerchief held by Chu Zijin froze in mid-air. Then, she held Dandan's wrist, the corners of her lips curved in an unruly arc, and said in a cold voice, "Let her go."