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Chapter 10 I Have My Own Rhythm

Looking at the surging waves, He Fang felt hot inside and his throat was burning.

Although Qingwen meant what she said, she did not leave. She just stood there angrily, folding her arms across her chest and turning her head away without looking where she was.

He Fang was overjoyed. He had studied his female classmates when he was in school and knew that women behaved like this because they wanted men to coax them, not because they really wanted to fall out!

Thinking of this, he took a step forward and said softly, "Wenwen, can I apologize to you? Don't be angry, I really didn't mean it."

"Huh! You did it on purpose!" Qingwen turned her head to the other side, her mouth pouting high.

During this period, her eyes glanced at the box held in He Fang's hand.

Although it only lasted a moment, he was still discovered by He Fang.

He Fang smiled slightly and thought to himself that Qingwen is really a greedy cat! No wonder she looks so...bumpy at such a young age!

"Wenwen, I really didn't mean it, but I did bump into you just now... Well, as long as you are willing to forgive me, I will give you the food I just packed." He Fang lifted the box and put it in front of Qingwen.

Swinging around.

Although Qingwen's face was not facing the box, her eyes were always looking at the box.

The aroma of meat emanating from the box was like an invisible hand, pulling her head over bit by bit.

"Humph, then I will forgive you this time. If you do this again next time, I will really ignore you!" After saying that, Qingwen pursed her lips and took the initiative to reach out for the box in He Fang's hand.

As soon as the box in He Fang's hand left his hand, a silver key fell into his hand.

He put the key into the hole in the door and turned it! The door opened...

Pushing open the wooden door, I came to a small room, which was only ten square meters in visual inspection.

There is a bed, a table, a stool, and the rest is air.

Looking around, he could no longer see the fourth piece of furniture, and a wry smile appeared on his lips.

Just when she was about to complain, she heard Qingwen say, "Just be content! Although it's a little small, it's a single room after all. Compared with those stinking eunuchs who live together, your room is good."

As soon as she finished speaking, her stomach growled.

When she had dinner with Diriya just now, she didn't eat much because she was concerned about her image. It's normal for her not to be full.

She rubbed her belly and smiled awkwardly.

"Wenwen, let's finish eating here before leaving." He's face was calm, but his heart was not calm at all.

He very much hoped that Qingwen would stay and eat, so that he could see more of Qingwen and her budding figure!

However, these are only secondary. His main purpose is to understand Dilya's habits through Qingwen, so as to better occupy the upper position...

He saw Qingwen looking at the table and then at the door, feeling suspicious, so he moved forward and moved the small square table and small stool over and placed them in front of Qingwen.

When Qingwen saw that she had gone down the stairs, she laughed and sat down to eat.

He hurriedly opened the box and started eating in a hurry.

Cherry's little mouth can actually stuff a leg of lamb three times as big as her mouth. It's so tolerant...

Qingwen was sitting, and He Fang was standing. He Fang was just in a position where he could see the third button on Qingwen's shoulder jacket...the underwear wrapped inside...

Unknowingly, He Fang's breathing became a little disordered, and his nose felt hot.

He quickly looked away and watched Qingwen eating.

There was only half of the whole leg of lamb left. I have to say that Qingwen ate really fast!

"Don't be anxious, eat slowly, I won't compete with you." He Fang said, while tentatively touching Qingwen's head.

"Don't press on my head when I'm eating! I have my own rhythm!" Qingwen shook her head with a stern face, shook off He Fang's hand and continued eating.

He Fang was stunned for a moment and said nothing.

Since Qingwen has her own rhythm, she won't bother her.

During this period, He Fang's eyes moved from time to time, thinking about what to ask later.

Qingwen ate very quickly and finished it in a short while. She even licked her lips with her tongue and made a sleepy sound, "It's so delicious~~~"

"Wenwen, I want to ask you something." He Fang asked calmly.

"Ask me." Qingwen said casually, then stretched out her ten fingers and licked the little bits of material stuck to them one by one.

"Does our Princess have any hobbies? Or what should I do to stand out among the many eunuchs?" He Fang asked tentatively.

"My master is very aggressive and often seeks out eunuchs for training. If I find you, you must go all out! If my master knocks you down in just a few clicks, she will feel bored and won't look for you anymore..." Qingwen

Explained patiently.

He Fang's pupils shrank slightly, looking thoughtful.

He was looking forward to fighting Diriyah for three days and three nights, but with his current strength, he probably wouldn't be able to survive even one round...

"Don't think nonsense. Anyway, if you are called by the master to be a sparring partner, just fight with all your strength! Don't worry, you are not the master's opponent. You don't have to worry about whether you need to apologize after hurting the master." After saying this,

By the time, Qingwen had already licked the little stuff off her fingers.

Then I wiped my hands with a silk scarf, put the remaining food back into the box, and patted the box twice, my eyes shining.

He Fangjian said goodbye to Qingwen and watched Qingwen go away before returning to the house, closing the door and windows and starting to practice.

His current "hidden weapon" can only last for thirty seconds, which is too short. It is urgent to extend the time, otherwise he will have to spend every day in fear.

Thinking of this, he paid attention to the doors and windows again and found that they were closed, and then he started to practice.

When he took off his pants, he unexpectedly found some changes in himself! Is it because of the supplements he just took?

He wants to continue practicing cultivating yang and replenishing yin!

But after thinking about the current situation, he decided to practice Tibetan weapons first. After all, the first priority now is to survive. If he encounters the situation of checking his body again, it will still be a long time, and he will be in danger!

He practiced until the moon rose high, and then he went to bed to rest.

"Forty-five seconds, now I can hold on for forty-five seconds..."

He closed his eyes gently, murmured in a low voice, and fell asleep unconsciously.

In the dream, he was called by Diriya to be his sparring partner. Since it was a duel, Diriya allowed him to look up, and he finally saw Diriya's face!

However, the dream was blurry, and Diriyah's face was hazy and could not be seen clearly.

Before he could react, Diriyah rushed towards him with a sword.

With a flash of sword light, he saw blood splattering on his neck...

"ah--"

With an exclamation, he suddenly stood up and sat on the bed, sweat dripping from his body.

He kept breathing heavily, and then he breathed a sigh of relief after realizing that it was a nightmare.

I turned my head and looked at the sky outside. It was already dawn.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

Tuk-tuk-tuk.

"Xiao Fangzi, open the door quickly. Her Royal Highness the Princess asked the old slave to take you to the arena for sparring!" A high-pitched voice sounded outside the door.


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