She doesn't know why, but she always feels that when Chang Le plays herself, the prince treats Chang Le very differently. He treats her with real care and love. He kisses her so tenderly and hugs her so anxiously.
, his eyes were full of painful self-blame, completely different from when he was with her.
Did he feel something?
It shouldn't be right. If he felt it, he would definitely say it.
However, he was so gentle and caring towards Changle, yet he was just polite and distant from her. She hated this feeling so much, this heart-piercing, suffocating pain that she couldn't get.
Changle deliberately tilted her head. Her heart was beating fast. She was really afraid that he would take off the veil from her face.
She hoped he wouldn't do it.
"Why are you still covered with a veil? Come on, let me see!" Sure enough, the man beside him reached out his hand with concern.
At this moment, Changle quickly covered his lips and coughed, and turned around to prevent him from touching him, "Your Highness, no, my coldness comes and goes, and it seems to have gotten worse last night. It seems like I have a noble body, how can I
Infected you? It's okay, I just received a slap from her and was slightly injured."
A trace of doubt flashed across Chu Wuyou's brows, but it passed away in an instant.
"Is this just a minor injury? Someone, go get the doctor!"
After saying that, he lowered his eyes gracefully and easily carried Chang Le into his arms. Chang Le's white skirt hung down like a fan, setting off her big bunch of black and shiny hair, while holding her
The man is so handsome.
This scene at this time is really romantic.
It had to be said that his embrace was very warm, and the way he cared about her so much made her heart palpitate a little.
But after a brief flutter, she was left worried, worried that he would see it. They were so close at the moment that she could even count how many of his thick eyelashes there were.
Looking into his dark and deep eyes, Changle lowered his beautiful eyes quietly, not wanting to speak much for the time being, for fear that his voice would expose him.
At this time, Jiu'er, who had been standing by the side, hurried over and said to Chu Wuyou: "Your Highness, why don't you step aside and let your slaves clean and change the beauty."
Jiu'er spoke very tremblingly, fearing that she would be kicked out by Chu Wuyou again like last time.
Unexpectedly, he nodded, gently put Changle on the big bed, and then carefully covered her with a quilt, then he held her little face and looked at her with a tender look that he had never seen before.
, "Be good, don't be afraid, I will guard you here and I won't go anywhere!"
After saying that, he slowly stood up and fixed the quilt corners for Changle's armpits, then walked coldly to a golden nanmu chair not far away and sat down.
Chang Le lowered his eyes lightly and nodded towards Chu Wuyou. Jiu'er immediately rolled his eyes and ordered the maid behind him to pull the screen over and strictly block Chang Le's eyes.
Blocked by the screen, Changle finally breathed a sigh of relief. This Jiu'er was so clever, it must have been for the sake of his eldest sister.
However, she still doesn't like her and hates her very much.
With the screen covering his face, Chang Le slowly removed the bloody veil from his face, took Jiu'er's handkerchief, and began to clean his face carefully.
After cleaning the blood on his face, Jiu'er quickly handed over a new blue veil and stared at Chang Le with a pair of cold eyes.
When Changle saw her eyes, his eyes became cold and cold, glaring at her like a rose with thorns. He stretched out his hand to pull the veil, and threatened word by word with his lips: "Be careful, otherwise