A strong sense of humiliation welled up in her heart. Wen Wenwen couldn't bear it anymore and gave Dongfang Aoshi a hard push.
The unprepared Dongfang Aoshi was pushed away and fell to the ground.
Wen Wenwen quickly pulled up her clothes and moved to the farthest place, her face turned pale——
She was frightened by her reaction just now!
Dongfang Aoshi sat there, motionless.
His expression was solemn, and his dark eyes flickered, making it impossible to tell the true emotions in his heart.
Wenwen wants to run, wants to leave here.
But my legs felt like they were filled with lead, they were very heavy and I couldn't move them at all.
He could only look at Dongfang Aoshi in panic.
The atmosphere was strangely solemn.
I don’t know how long it took, but Dongfang Aoshi finally moved.
He stood up slowly, straightened his clothes, and sat down again. He didn't look embarrassed at all, but exuded a natural domineering air, "Here comes someone."
"Yes, Your Majesty." The steward opened the door and came in.
Seeing the mess in the room, Dongfang Aoshi didn't even need to explain it, but directly ordered the palace maid to clean it up and replace it with a brand new table of dishes.
"ah--"
The door is closed.
Dongfang Aoshi and Wen Wen were the only two people left in the room.
Dongfang Aoshi took a deep look at Wen Wen and said in a deep and deep voice, "Come here."
Gentle did not move.
Can't move either.
Her legs were numb, as if they were not her own.
Otherwise, if the steward came in just now, she would have run away long ago. How could she still be here?
"Don't let me repeat it a third time, come here." Dongfang Aoshi's face was dark and angry.
gentle:"……"
Dongfang Aoshi sat there, his face darkened, as if he was depressed before the storm.
The two of them just sat there, no one moved.
Time is passing...
In the end, Dongfang Aoshi didn't hold back and went over to pull the person over.
Gentle and dumbfounded, he was half-forced to be dragged to the table.
Still stuck like a statue, no reaction at all.
"What? Do you still want me to ask you to sit down?" Dongfang Aoshi's eyes turned cold, and his voice cut through the air like a whip.
Wen Wen came back to her senses and asked, "When are you going to leave the palace?"
Wen Rou has no choice but to continue to stay here.
She is scared and must leave!
Dongfang Aoshi didn't answer, but glanced at the empty bowl in front of him with his deep black eyes.
How could Wenrou not understand what he meant?
Dongfang Aoshi, this bastard, must have wanted me to serve him again!
This time, Wen Wenwen was not so stupid, and would compromise and seek perfection. Dongfang Aoshi would do whatever he said and obediently let him knead and rub her all over.
"When are you leaving the palace?" Wen Wen asked.
Dongfang Aoshi's eyes turned cold again, but he refused to answer Wen Wen directly.
"Are you leaving after lunch?" she insisted, wanting an answer.
"It depends on my mood." Dongfang Aoshi finally spoke.
In other words, the initiative still lies with Dongfang Aoshi.
Even if she serves Dongfang Aoshi obediently, he may still regret it if he is unhappy.
Wen Wen does not accept such unequal conditions and continues to be a statue.
Gentleness has no movement, Dongfang Aoshi is not in a hurry.
Just sit there quietly, waiting.
The handsome and profound facial features stand out three-dimensionally in the light.
His dark eyes were deep, and something seemed to be flickering deep in his heart. His thin lips curled up coldly, adding a strong evil charm.