"Chu Wuyou, what's wrong with you?" Chang Le noticed that his long eyelashes had been fluttering downward slightly, and then he tried hard to open them again. His skin was even paler than before.
And his originally bright red lips have now turned into a light pink. The blood color is slowly decreasing, and his body is gradually getting cold. If he accidentally touches it, it will be like an icicle, which will freeze him to the bone.
"Don't call me Chu Wuyou, okay? I don't like hearing it! I hate it when you call me that!" At this time, Chu Wuyou no longer looked like a scoundrel, and he found that he couldn't pretend to be the gentle and doting person.
It seemed that he felt very tired. He just wanted to look at her well and gain her love without deliberately pretending to be anything.
Changle naturally didn't know what Chu Wuyou was thinking. When she saw him angry and about to explode, she quickly reached out and touched him.
Sure enough, he was even colder than before. At this time, he was like an ice vertebra. She quickly looked at him, with deep worry in her eyes, "Okay, my name is not Chu Wuyou. Then, Your Highness, what are you doing?"
Did you hurt yourself when you were sending me your mental power to resist the curse? Otherwise, you wouldn't be so cold!"
When Chu Wuyou heard this, his whole brows knitted together fiercely. He glared at Chang Le angrily, glaring at her, not caring that he was in danger now.
"What are you trying to do by staring at me like this? Did I say something wrong? Your Highness." Chang Le, who had never really been in love, really couldn't understand the meaning of Chu Wuyou's glare like this.
In the 21st century, she was at most close to some agents, except that she was like a machine studying how to kill people, how to carry out bombing missions, and how to learn Western medicine every day.
When it comes to the relationship between men and women, she is usually used to putting on gorgeous clothes, being hypocritical and submissive, and all her smiles are just fake.
But now, facing such a strange and arrogant Chu Wuyou, she really couldn't do anything to him. What did she do wrong? Why was he so angry and staring at her.
"Why did you call me His Highness the Crown Prince again? Why?" Finally, Chu Wuyou couldn't bear it any longer. He got angry. He grabbed Chang Le's shoulders firmly, and narrowed his evilly beautiful phoenix eyes like a heart-stopping one.
Staring at her coldly.
His face was pale, and there was a flash of pain in his eyes.
It turned out that he was angry because of this. Changle thought about it, what should he call it?
If he hadn't been sick now, she wouldn't have given in to him.
"If you don't call him His Highness the Crown Prince, what would you call him?" Chang Le was puzzled. She had always called him Chu Wuyou, and she was used to it. Now that he was asked to change his name, she found it a bit difficult.
Chu Wuyou immediately gritted his teeth and hugged Chang Le into his arms, "Nonsense, of course he should be called Wuyou, or like others, brother Wuyou."
His other people refer to her calling Weiyang Che Brother Che, and of course she can call him Brother Wuyou.
When Changle heard this, she thought he was talking about Ling Xiaowan. It was because Ling Xiaowan called him Brother Wuyou, but he actually wanted her to call him like Ling Xiaowan?
A hint of displeasure flashed through Chang Le's heart, but it didn't show on her face. After all, he was a patient now and she couldn't anger him.
"Okay, I call you Wuyou, Wuyou, you feel so cold. What should I do now? I can't feel your pulse at all, and I don't know if the Huitian Pill I made will be of any use to you."
Chang Le was still held tightly by him, and it seemed that he didn't want her to leave, not even for a moment.