Wen Wen took a breath of cold air and was about to scream.
A low voice rang out in the quiet space——
"It's me, the king."
Oriental pride?
Wen Wen hesitated for a moment and quickly turned on the lamp.
It is truly the pride of the East.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes downcast, holding cotton soaked in wine and gauze in his hands.
And my hands felt wet.
Wen Wen frowned: Is he here to apply medicine on himself?
"What are you doing here?" Wen Wenwen asked loudly with a stern face, pretending not to know anything.
Yaohua beside him moved uncomfortably.
Gentle immediately reached out and patted her gently to comfort her.
The little guy nuzzled beside Wen Wenwen and soon fell asleep again.
"What are you doing here? Get out!" Although the gentle voice was lowered, her face was extremely ugly.
Dongfang Aoshi said nothing, shook her hand, and continued the unfinished action——
Disinfect her wounds.
Then, apply ointment and wrap gauze.
Wen Wen looked at Dongfang Aoshi's movements. Not only was she not happy, her eyebrows were frowning deeper and deeper.
What does he mean?
Please?
Or atonement?
Did he think that by treating his wounds and applying medicine, he could erase everything in the past?
He sneered softly and twitched his hands forcefully.
Dongfang Aoshi also used his strength, "Don't move."
"Let go! No need to be hypocritical!" Wen Wenwen glared at him coldly, her words filled with thorns and deep resentment.
Dongfang Aoshi did not let go.
Hold your gentle hand and finish the rest of the work.
He struggled gently, but he didn't dare to use too much force for fear of waking Yaohua.
In addition, Dongfang Aoshi is so powerful that she simply can't compete with him.
After holding on for a while, I gave up.
After taking the medicine.
"Is that enough? Ninth Prince has other things to do? If nothing happens, please leave, I want to rest." Wen Wen's face has always been cold and has not changed.
Dongfang Aoshi looked at her deeply, said nothing, packed his things silently, and prepared to leave.
Looking at his resigned look, Wen Wen suddenly felt a burst of anger rising in her chest.
What is Dongfang Aoshi doing?
Pretending to be pitiful?
To gain sympathy?
Even so, she will not be soft-hearted!
The things Dongfang Aoshi did to him were so gentle that he would never forget them until his death!
Dongfang Aoshi stood up and walked towards the door.
Looking at his lonely back, Wen Wen clenched her fists fiercely and said, "Dongfang Aoshi."
Dongfang proudly paused, turned around, and said in a hoarse voice, "Rou'er?"
"Don't come here again, I don't want to see your hypocritical face again, it's so hypocritical!" Gentle said sarcastically.
"..."
"Next time the Ninth Prince comes, don't blame me for being rude!"
"..."
"go out!"
Regarding Gentle's unkindness, Dongfang Aoshi said nothing.
After leaving his things behind, he left silently.
The room became calm again.
Wen Wen sat on the bed blankly, facing the tranquility of the room.
The moonlight shines coldly, just like her mood at the moment...
After Dongfang Aoshi left, he did not leave immediately.
Instead, he sat down on the corridor outside the door, stared at the bright moonlight in the sky, and stared blankly.
Dongfang Aoshi has always been the strong one, the one giving orders.
No one in the entire palace dared to disobey his orders, let alone show his favor.
This is the first time I have been rejected.
And he refused so harshly and looked down upon me.
Dongfang Aoshi sat there, feeling deeply powerless.