After that day, Dongfang Aoshi never came over again. "What are you here to do?" Wenruo looked calm and pretended not to know anything, and asked loudly.
Yaohua next to her moved uncomfortablely.
Gentle immediately reached out and patted to comfort her.
The little guy rubbed against Wenrou and soon fell asleep again.
"What are you here to do? Go out!" Although the gentle voice lowered, his face looked extremely ugly.
Dongfang Aoshi didn't say anything, he held her hand and continued his unfinished movements-
Disinfect her wounds.
Then, apply ointment and wrap gauze.
Gentle looking at Dongfang Aoshi's actions, not only did he not be happy, but his eyebrows became deeper and deeper.
What does he mean?
Wish it?
Or atonement?
He thought that by treating the wound for himself and wiping the medicine, he could erase everything in the past?
Sneer gently and pulled his hands hard.
Dongfang Aoshi also used his strength, "Don't move."
"Let go! Don't be hypocritical!" Gentle glared at him coldly, with a thorny and a deep resentment in his words.
The Oriental Proud World has not been released.
Hold your gentle hands and finish the rest of the work.
He struggled gently, but he didn't dare to exert too much force, for fear of waking up Yaohua.
In addition, Dongfang Aoshi has great power, so she can't compete for it at all.
After pulling it for a while, I gave up.
After taking the medicine.
"Is it enough? The Ninth Prince has anything else? If it's okay, please leave, I'm going to rest." Wenro's face was always cold and had never changed.
Dongfang Aoshi glanced at her deeply, without saying a word, silently packed up his things and prepared to leave.
Gentle looked at his submissive look and a burst of anger suddenly rose in his chest.
What is Dongfang Aoshi doing?
Pretend to be pitiful?
Gain sympathy?
Even so, she would not have any slut!
Dongfang Aoshi has done to himself, and he will never forget what he has done until he dies!
Dongfang Aoshi stood up and walked towards the door.
Gentle looking at his lonely back, clenched his fists hard, "Dongfang Aoshi."
Dongfang Aoshi paused, turned around, his voice dull, "Rou'er?"
"Don't come over again, I don't want to see your hypocritical face again, it's very hypocritical!" said gently and mockingly.
“…”
"The Ninth Prince comes back next time, don't blame me for being polite!"
“…”
"go out!"
Dongfang Aoshi said nothing about gentle badness.
After leaving the thing, he left silently.
The room returned to peace again.
Sitting gentle and blankly on the bed..., facing the tranquility of the room.
The moonlight was shining coldly, like her mood at the moment...
After Dongfang Aoshi went out, he did not leave immediately.
Instead, he sat down in the corridor outside the door, staring at the bright moonlight in the sky, and was stunned.
All along, Dongfang Aoshi has always been a strong party, the one who issues the order.
There was no one in the entire palace who dared to disobey his orders, let alone give him a look.
This is the first time, rejected.
And he refused so harshly, shaking his face.
Dongfang Aoshi sat there, deeply powerless.
I don't know what to do so that gentleness can forget everything in my previous life.
Maybe... she will never forget it in her life?
Dongfang Aoshi looked at the closed door, hoping that the door would open.
But after standing for a few hours, there was no movement inside.
Dongfang Aoshi looked up, looked at the fading moonlight, pulled off his lower lip with self-deprecating swaying dew, and left.