3067. Chapter 3067 [Eastern] Admitting his identity 3
Seeing Wenrou, he immediately rushed up, "Princess, where have you gone? We can't find it everywhere."
"I just sat in the garden." Wenrou glanced at the lower room from the corner of her eyes.
She didn't dare to look at it too much, for fear that the manager would find out and cause trouble.
"Does the princess' wound still hurt? I took the medicine... The princess' wound has been treated?" The manager was stunned and his movements paused.
"Well. A maid passed by just now and saw that my forehead was covered with blood, so she kindly helped me deal with it." Wenrou casually gave an excuse.
"So that's it." The manager nodded without doubting, "It's very windy here, so the princess should go back to her room to rest, so as not to..."
As he said that, he glanced at the courtyard where Wenwan lived.
Wenrou knows what it means to be in charge.
She was afraid that Wen Wan's shrew would suddenly rush out again.
If it really makes a fuss, the manager and the maid dare not stop him.
After all, Wen Wan said that they were all princesses.
Gentle rose and returned to the room under the escort of the manager and the maids.
As soon as I entered the room, I found that Dongfang Aoshi had returned, and sat on the soft couch to drink tea.
My body was still the black black dress when I went out, and my black hair blended into one.
The expression was gloomy, and the tranquility on the eve of the storm.
Wenrou saw the coldness in his eyes and felt a little "sudden".
Cold sweat suddenly oozed out of his back.
In just a few seconds, countless questions flashed through my mind—
When will Dongfang Aoshi come back?
Did you come back before you went to find Wen Wan?
Or did you come back later?
Has he discovered that he had been to the ward room?
...
The more you think about it, the less confident you feel, the more you feel, and your face turns pale.
Dongfang Aoshi coldly glanced at the manager and the maids and raised his hand.
The manager immediately understood and sent all the maids away and closed the door.
"ah--"
The sound of closing the door was like a huge stone, hitting the gentle chest.
She clenched her fists, her palms covered in cold sweat.
Standing there gentle, he didn't even dare to breathe too hard.
Oriental arrogant and slow, brewed a cup of tea and hooked on gentleness.
"What are you doing..." The gentle voice trembled so much that he almost couldn't even recognize him.
Dongfang Aoshi didn't say anything, drank the tea in one gulp, played with the tea cup, with a smile on his face.
There was a dead silence.
There was no sound around, so quiet that people were panicking.
Wenrou heard the sound of her heartbeat, "beat--" louder than beating the drum on the battlefield.
Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his black eyes dangerously, and finally spoke, "Come here."
The quiet sound, like a whip, cut through the air.
Gentle heard it in his ears and his chest trembled violently.
She took a deep breath and calmed her emotions, "What's the matter with you? Just say that, I can hear it."
Dongfang Aoshi's eyes were sung, and he put the cup back on the table, repeating, "Come here."
While speaking, his long fingers tapped on the table one after another.
His movements are light and leisurely, as if it were an ordinary habit, nothing special.
But in gentle eyes, it is full of warning.
He breathed deeply, clenched his fists gently, and walked over, "What the hell are you...is it?"
"Sit." Dongfang Aoshi raised his hand.
Sitting down gently, his body stiffened.
Dongfang Aoshi took a new cup, brewed a cup of tea and pushed it over.
Look at the Oriental Aoshi gently, then look at the tea, pick it up and drink it all.