In this way, Lance stared at that person for a long time, so long that his own breathing froze.
As if she felt that she was being watched for a long time, Leng Ling's eyelashes, as delicate as butterfly wings, suddenly raised, and her black pearl-like eyes had the hazy beauty of waking up.
It only took a moment for him to wake up immediately, "Why did you come in?"
The cold voice was devoid of any emotion. Leng Ling raised his chin and looked at Lance with scrutiny in his eyes.
Lance, on the other hand, was startled by the sudden action of the person in front of him. He quickly stood up straight, leaving traces of panic on Qingjun's face, "Your Highness, I'm really sorry. I see that you are working very hard, and I want to give you some snacks. Discover the room
The door was not closed tightly, so I came in without your permission. I'm really sorry."
After finishing speaking in one breath, Lance breathed a long sigh of relief. He looked at Leng Ling anxiously, waiting for the other party to speak.
Glancing at the black tea that was still a little warm on the table, Leng Ling nodded slightly, "Well, thank you, thank you for your hard work."
Lance shook his head and said with a smile, "It's not hard work. Compared with you, what I have done is nothing."
"These are all my responsibilities. You and I are different. For you, these are all extra tasks. You don't have to do it yourself." Leng Ling picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and his lips were immediately dyed red.
There was a layer of sparkling water, which was very charming, "You just need to do your own thing well."
Lance stared at the glistening thin lips, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly looked away and stammered, "No, Your Highness... I saw that you were working so hard, so..."
Leng Ling didn't notice the strange look in Lance's eyes. He put down the cup and said in a quiet voice, "Lance, thank you for your kindness. I will take care of myself. I don't need you to worry about me."
Perhaps Leng Ling's words were the last straw. The emotions accumulated in Lance's heart were opened at this moment. He didn't know where the courage came from, and said seriously, "Your Highness, I just want to be nice to you.
I don’t mean anything else. Maybe I have misunderstood you in the past. That’s because I don’t understand you as a person. You are not as cold and heartless as some people say. You have a hot heart and you love deeply.
Looking at this land, in the past few months since I followed you, I have truly watched you go into battle alone for Kessel, risking your life to rescue the injured people."
Leng Ling frowned. He crossed his hands and put them flat on his chest. He looked at the young man in front of him who was similar to his own age with a calm expression. He said in a calm voice, "So, what do you want to tell me?"
Lance realized that he was a little too excited, but the other person's eyes were always calm and there was no ups and downs, but he felt a little at a loss.
"Your Highness, I respect you from the bottom of my heart. Everything I do for you is sincere. You are the source of our spiritual strength. I believe that as long as you are here, we will definitely defeat the invaders and defeat them.
Drive us out of our homes."
After Lance finished speaking, he was a little annoyed that he had taken the wrong medicine today or something, but he actually talked to him so much and said everything that should be said and should not be said.
Leng Ling's expression was indifferent, "I'm very happy that you can say that, and I also believe in your intentions." She gently picked up a small baked biscuit with her long white fingers, "This biscuit tastes good, you can try it."
Lance was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, how can this be allowed? This is your thing, how can I..."
Leng Ling's voice deepened slightly, and there was a faint commanding tone in his voice, "Do you still want me to order you?"
"But I..."
Lance was still a little confused. After hesitating for a moment, he spread his hands and took the biscuit Leng Ling gave him.
"Thank you, Your Highness."
While eating the biscuits, Lance was still a little uneasy.
Leng Ling never talked much. Although she was his adjutant, she knew that Leng Ling had always been scrupulous about him and would not allow her to have close contact with him.
But today, not only did the other person not mean to blame him, but he also cared about him. This made Lance feel that the man in front of him was not far away from him, and he only needed to reach out a little to touch him.
Leng Ling picked up a piece of biscuit and put it into his mouth gracefully, chewing it carefully a few times, "I heard everything you just said, and I also understand that your words are all sincere. You wholeheartedly want to be you
For a person like my father, I will fulfill his last wish, but I hope you will not be used by others for this."
"Your Highness, I don't quite understand what you mean."
Seeing the young man looking at him in confusion, Leng Ling raised his sharp chin, and his light eyes were clearly filled with a hint of depth.
"You should go out first," Leng Ling did not finish her words, "I will come to you if anything happens."
"Yes, then you should have a good rest first."
Knowing that Leng Ling didn't want to say anything more, Lance bowed and walked out.
After the door closed, Leng Ling turned around, took out the document he had obtained at the military department from the drawer beside his desk, and slowly opened it.
This was not a thick document, but Leng Ling just glanced at it casually and immediately realized the special nature of this document.
Heiyou's deep pupils stared at the words above. The black words that were particularly dazzling against the white paper jumped into his eyes. The hand holding the document shook slightly.
Thinking that it was something given to her by that man, her delicate brows became a little more complicated.
After a while, he put the documents back into the document bag, then took out a lighter from the bedside table and burned the entire document together with the bag.
The red and yellow firelight reflected the indifferent expression on his face. Leng Ling's dark eyes were a little hollow, and he stared blankly before his eyes, which turned into a pile of blackened paper scraps in an instant.
The closed door was opened vigorously from the outside, and some cold air rushed in through the door gap. There would be no other person who could break into his room so rudely, except that man.
The wind from outside the door blew up the crumbs on the table. Leng Ling frowned slightly. He pushed the crumbs into the wastebasket beside him and said in a rather unhappy tone, "Why are you here? I didn't ask you to be there.
Can you rest in the room?"
"I don't want to stay in a place without you for a moment," the unique breath came close to Leng Ling. The man expressed the depression in his heart and couldn't help but step forward and put his arms around his waist, kissing him at the corner of his eyebrows.
Leng Ling turned his head and said, "You should at least knock on the door first."
"You know I don't have the habit of knocking on the door." Smelling the residual smell of something burned in the room, Lean asked casually, "What's burning?"
