How could that devil Dongfang Aoshi speak in such a soft tone, as if he was afraid of waking someone up?
Wen Wenwen turned over, drifted off, and fell asleep again.
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The night is deep.
The moonlight shines in, bringing some light.
Big bed.
She was wrapped in a quilt and huddled in the innermost corner of the bed.
Most of the places are occupied by Dongfang Aoshi.
Dongfang Aoshi was half-lying, condescendingly looking at the door with cold eyes, his eyes even brighter in the darkness.
As he looked at it, his face became gloomy again.
Dead woman!
Even when he was asleep, he was so far away from me.
As if he couldn't bear it, Dongfang Aoshi stretched out his hand, grabbed Gentle's arm, and forcefully dragged her towards him.
The next second, I realized that I was showing too much emotion and threw my hands away hard.
Wen Wen was sleeping well, but after being thrown away like this, her whole body hit the wall, and she frowned in pain.
I opened my eyes drowsily and saw Dongfang Aoshi's black Rakshasa-like face...
"..."
Tenderness is nothing but speechless.
This pervert wouldn't let me go even in his dreams, so he had to struggle so hard?
It's really annoying.
Wenwen glared at him with boredom, didn't bother to pay attention, turned over and continued to sleep——
Wen Wen thought he was dreaming.
The completely indifferent attitude completely excited Dongfang Aoshi.
His whole face turned black instantly!
Damn woman, she dared to ignore herself, she was so ignorant.
Dongfang Aoshi clenched his fist, and his finger bones made a terrifying "gurgling" sound.
He almost lost control of his emotions and pinched Wen Wenwen's neck.
Rustling.
He hugged the pillow tenderly and squirmed with satisfaction.
Dongfang Aoshi's hand suddenly stiffened.
After a while, he took it back abruptly, angrily opened the curtain and left the room.
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corridor.
The wind was strong, howling, and bitingly cold.
Dongfang Aoshi stood there motionless, his clothes and hair flying, desolate and lonely.
Tian Jin stayed by his side, silently enjoying the wind and freezing together.
no way.
Who calls him a personal bodyguard and a good friend?
Life is hard, alas...
"Your Majesty, it's windy at night. You'd better go back to your room and rest. Don't get cold..." Tian Jin advised.
Dongfang Aoshi glanced at him coldly and said nothing.
"Your Majesty..."
"Long-worded."
"My subordinates are worried that if the prince falls ill, no one will take care of him." Tian Jin told the truth.
Wen Wan is proficient in dressing up and dressing up.
Take care of the prince?
Forget it, she can't even take care of her own food and daily life.
What's more, even if Wen Wan can take care of others, the prince may not be willing to let her take care of him.
As for gentleness...not to mention.
When the prince is sick, the person who is happiest is probably the gentle one.
well……
Tian Jin let out a long sigh. He really didn't know what the prince was thinking.
"Sigh and go back to your room. Don't be an eyesore here." Dongfang Aoshi said coldly.
Tian Jin: "..."
"What are you still doing?"
"Then... Your Majesty, my subordinates are going to rest first. You should also rest early."
"Long-worded."
Tian Jin left.
Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyes, turned his head and glanced at the room, then looked at the small lake in the yard, stepped forward, and walked over...