Who told her to seek the East and be proud of the world?
After struggling for about an hour, Wen Wenwen was panting from exhaustion and her whole body was covered in sweat.
Dongfang Aoshi finally stopped making demands and let her go.
My throat feels dry and uncomfortable.
Wen Wen poured a glass of water and drank more than half of it. She felt better and started talking about business.
"Dongfang Aoshi, are you satisfied? What else do you need? You can tell me now? How did I offend you in the past? To make you hate me so deeply and destroy everything about me?"
Dongfang Aoshi remained silent and did not speak.
Waiting gently.
She felt that since Dongfang Aoshi had stayed, he probably planned to tell her.
Gentleness is wrong.
Dongfang Aoshi has no intention of saying it at all.
His eyes swept over Wen Wen lightly, the corners of his cool lips curled up coldly, and he stood up.
Wen Wen thought he was going to say something sour again, so she quickly stepped forward, ready to serve...
It came to nothing.
Dongfang Aoshi walked straight to the door, opened it, and left.
Wen Wen didn't expect that he would behave like this. She was so stupid that she couldn't react at all.
When she finally realized what had happened and chased her out, the corridor was empty. Where was Dongfang Aoshi's figure?
That bastard from Dongfang Aoshi!
Actually playing tricks on her!
Wen Wenwen went crazy and punched the door hard.
"pain--"
The next second, I squatted down with my hands in my arms, almost breathless from the pain.
Damn it!
it hurts!
I looked down and saw that the skin on my hand was broken——
The punch Wen Wenwen just hit hit the hardest part of the door.
Wenrou puts the blame on Dongfang Aoshi's head.
If it hadn't been for him, there would have been no way he would have been injured again.
"Second Miss, are you okay?" A familiar voice sounded in my ears.
Wen Wenwen looked up and saw that the steward had come in at some point.
Behind him were several maids, holding clothes.
"Where is Dongfang Aoshi? Where is he now? Ask him to come see me!" Wen Wenwen jumped up and grabbed the steward's clothes.
"Second Miss, please calm down first and speak slowly if you have anything to say. It's so cold outside, so put on your clothes first so you don't catch a cold."
Gentleness was originally in anger, but did not feel cold.
Now when the steward said it, he immediately felt a cold wind blowing from his back and his whole body shivered.
never mind.
Everyone has left.
There is no point in standing still here.
Not only is it boring, it will freeze you into a popsicle.
Wenwen frowned and went back to get dressed.
The steward directed the affairs, and the maids waited on them very carefully, not daring to show any slight to Gentleness.
Gentle but a little absent-minded, he kept looking at the steward.
The mind is spinning rapidly.
The steward is well-maintained and his actual age cannot be seen. From a visual inspection, he should be only twenty-five years old.
But Wen Wen heard from the maid chatting that the steward was actually almost forty years old.
Forty years old...and always in the palace...
Then, the stewards must know everything about the palace.
"Steward!" Wen Wen suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"Second Miss?" The steward was startled and dropped the things in his hands.
Bending down, I want to pick it up.
He held her gently but firmly and wouldn't let go.
"Second Miss...what's the matter?"
"Come here!" Rouwen pulled her to the bed and sat down.
The steward was frightened and immediately jumped up, "Second Miss, I don't dare to..."
Gentle pressed her back hard and said, "Sit."
"Second Miss..."
"I order you to sit down!" Wen Wenwen said coldly.