Stand up, pull his hand and drag it into the woods on the side.

"You...what are you going to do?" He didn't know why she was so angry that she was dragged away by her randomly. Her feet were not the route she had been familiar with. She stumbled and her handsome face turned red, but she didn't dare to shake off her hand, for fear that she would be more angry. More importantly, her hands were so soft that she couldn't let go. You know, for these days, she had been hiding in the dark, listening to her busy house, listening to her orderly management of her family, listening to her punishment of the mother-in-law's servants...

Her voice was clear and soft, flowing into his heart like a clear spring. He remembered her voice and her smell. As long as he approached her, he would feel his heart pounding irregularly. Several times, he really wanted to hold her little hand, feel her existence with his hands, feel her warmth and breath...

Seeing him stumble behind him, An Xiaoqing's heart hurt so hard that she couldn't help but slow down and helped him to help him. When she reached the side of her back, she poked his chest with her finger:

"You fool, I'm doing well, who is worried about you?"

He faced her in shock, with a hint of grievance on his handsome face and muttered in a low voice: "Fortunately, I almost got framed."

"You..." An Xiaoqing was angry, her eyes were red, and she poked him again: "Even if you are worried about me, you can send someone to guard it. Is it necessary to do it yourself? Look at you, you have touched a lot of injuries."

"It's okay, I'm used to it." Finally understanding why she was angry, Chu Yunxi seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and the expression on his face was not so nervous. He grabbed her hand and said lightly.

Get used to it, get used to it, get used to it, get used to it, besides being ignored? A habit made An Xiaoqing feel so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe. She raised her hand and gently stroked his handsome face, and used her hands to draw the curve of his face with her hands, and said with a choking voice:

"You are the fool, you are the fool, a big fool who is not wise and denied. You are the prince of the royal family. You can ask the guards to protect me. Do you know, how guilty will I feel when you do this?"

Hearing that she was crying, he became anxious and panickedly used his big hands to suck her tears, and said nervously: "I won't let those rough people come, my little fool, I want to keep it myself."

"I... I am just an ordinary concubine, and I am still a slave. Why are you... you treat me so well?" An Xiaoqing cried and she was so scared that she had never been taken to heart by others so much. How could she not be moved?

"Ordinary? They said you look so pretty. Humph, I won't let them see my little fool." He wanted to hug her into his arms, but was afraid that she would be angry, so he had to hold her little face with both hands, and his rough thumbs gently brushed her tears, pouted and muttered in a low voice.

Seeing the jealousy flashing on his face, holding her, she was nervous and cautious, and looked childish as if she was afraid that she would be snatched away by others. She wanted to laugh again, she looked good, is there anyone who looks better than him in the world?

He felt ashamed again and whispered: "It's not as good as you."

"I'm pretty, you don't want to marry me, you..." He suddenly seemed to remember something, his face dimmed, his thick eyebrows slightly frowned, and a hint of sadness, a hint of worry, and a hint of inferiority flashed across his handsome face.
Chapter completed!