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Chapter 162: Your Majesty, this is outside! (1)
Your Majesty, this is outside! (1)
When Han Junrong stepped into the backyard, he saw a peaceful figure sitting quietly in the courtyard,
She was busy doing needlework in her hands, as if she were a fairy on earth who was not disturbed by others.
She was clearly right in front of him, but he felt as if she was far away from him, too far away to touch, which frightened him.
Looking at her demureness, as if she didn't realize someone was intruding, Han Junrong's heart couldn't help but tighten. He became a great businessman and didn't stick to trivial details.
He always thought that he should do this, but in the past two days, his heart had not been at peace.
As he arrived, a strong domineering force came towards him. Ming Xiaochen knew that he had arrived without looking back.
She smiled faintly and forced herself to suppress the excitement in her heart.
Light footsteps slowly walked towards her direction. Ming Xiaochen knew that he was walking towards her, but she pretended not to know: "Hongtao, did you get the thread I asked you to get?"
The tall body with a strong masculine aura stopped behind her, and she regarded him as a peach of hearts.
There was a touch of bitterness at the corner of Han Junrong's mouth, and for a moment he didn't know what he should say.
"Your Majesty...ah..."
Ming Xiaochen saw that the person behind him was silent, so he turned around and looked back, and saw that the person coming was Han Junrong.
She immediately pretended to be panicked, and the needle in her hand accidentally pricked her delicate finger. The pain in her hand made her cry out in a low voice.
"Be careful, don't move."
Han Junrong saw a drop of blood seeping out from her finger. He quickly grabbed her hand, put her injured finger into his mouth and sucked it.
"emperor?!"
When Ming Xiaochen saw him doing this, her heart trembled, and she gently pulled her fingers.
But she was held tightly by his hand, not allowing her to break away. After a while,
He gently let go of her fingers, but saw that her hands were already covered with scars from needles.
His heart couldn't help but twitch, and he said in a low and hoarse voice: "Why are you so careless? You have so many wounds on your hands."
"I learned to be a female celebrity when I had nothing to do. I didn't expect that it would not be so easy for this female celebrity to sit up."
Ming Xiaochen retracted his hand, stroked his own red hair, and said with a wry smile.
"If you don't want to do it, don't force yourself. Seeing you hurt like this will make me feel bad."
