Yan Xitong came closer to me, and the expression on his face suddenly became gloomy: "Tell me who you are!"
My heart skipped a beat.
"I don't understand what you are saying?"
"Short, is that you?" Yan Xitong narrowed his eyes, his tone suddenly cold.
If I say no, Yan Xitong will definitely strike me with a palm without hesitation, but if I say 'yes', it seems that I will strike him with my palm.
I stared at him for a long time, then raised my head and said, "Who the hell is called Shorty? When did I change my name?"
Yan Xitong suddenly threw away the whisk in his hand and held my shoulders tightly: "Are you really a dwarf? Are you really?"
His grip was strong enough to hurt me.
But I didn't say anything.
I thought he would question me about what happened last time...
"I...I am not a dwarf, I...I am An Changting." Facing Yan Xitong like this, I suddenly started to stutter.
Yan Xitong's eyes flickered, sometimes affectionate, sometimes questioning, sometimes angry, and sometimes sad again.
He opened my acupuncture points with his hands, and Yingwei's body turned away, as if he was angry.
There was silence for a long time, and my heart was almost hanging in the air.
"Yan Xitong~~" I called out carefully.
Yan Xitong glanced at me slightly, then turned back and fiddled with his sleeves.
The eunuch uniform really didn't suit him, but the sleeves were very unique. I took a sneak peek and saw the wounds on his wrists.
Disguise can cover a person's face, but no matter how good the disguise is, it cannot cover up the wounds on the body.
I said weakly: "How about... why don't I find some medicine for you?"
I really didn't know what to say, so I almost asked him if he was hungry.
After a while, Yan Xitong turned around with a cold gaze: "If I don't come to you today, will you never let me know your true identity?"
I was stunned. Although I wanted to deny it, thinking about it, it was not necessary. Shouldn’t friends be open-minded?
"Um."
"Why?"
I lowered my head: "Why are there so many?"
Yan Xitong paused and pointed at me: "When did you start switching with Xia Yan?"
When he asked me this question, I became a little curious. How did he know the difference between me and Xia Yan?
"Then how did you know?" I put on the posture of a good student.
"Answer me first."
"Uh... about a day ago!"
I remember clearly that the moon happened to be full that day, and it was still night.
"So, you came to see me as soon as you came back?" I saw a glimmer of color in his eyes, which was really beautiful.
Nodded without hesitation.
What answered me was Yan Xitong's widening smile: "Hahaha."
He laughed, and I was confused. Why did this man have such a weird temper? There was no warning when he was angry, and even less warning when he was happy.
Yan Xitong subconsciously wanted to flick my eyebrows, but he raised his hand and put it back again. He calmly continued to fiddle with his sleeves: "You seem to have something to say to me?"
I do have something to say, but I don’t know how to say it.
I looked at his expression carefully, and seeing that he was in a good mood at the moment, I couldn't help but feel bold: "Why didn't you ask me about the last time I was arrested?"
He glanced at me calmly: "What do you ask?"
I pointed at him: "You were arrested because I provided false information, that..."
