She smiled brightly and clapped her hands, then found a set of clean clothes from the closet and put them on. Because she could never learn to wear such complicated clothes, she was really "disheveled".
Feng Qingyang looked at her confusedly, with his narrow phoenix eyes like two timid little white rabbits, "Uh-huh..." Xi'er, please let me go!
"Haha, you know you're nervous?"
Chen Xi patted Feng Qingyang's face in a funny way, "You brat, you never let anyone check your pulse. Do you have some secrets that you're afraid of being known?"
She looked at the pale man in front of her with a foxy smile, taking his appearance as a guilty conscience.
She grabbed the lifeline in Feng Qingyang's hand without any courtesy, and her shrewd eyes were constantly checking his movements.
All that could be heard was that his pulse was disordered and the weak beating indicated that he had not recovered from a serious illness and was extremely weak at the moment.
If you look closely, you will see that his face is as pale as paper, and he looks at her like a little sheep meeting a big bad wolf.
His slightly purple lips were covered with a handkerchief, and he didn't know what he wanted to say.
Chen Xi frowned slightly, but they just tied him up? They didn't even use torture, so why was he in so much pain?
Could it be a bitter trick?
With a dark look in his eyes, Chen Xi decided to ignore his weakness.
She suddenly raised Feng Qingyang's chin and stared at him like a prisoner: "Your Majesty, if you are wise, answer Xi'er's question obediently, otherwise, hmm!"
As if by magic, she took out the golden scissors from her body and pressed them against the man's bulging crotch.
Humph! A pervert is a pervert, she has tied her up like this, and yet she is still giving a military salute?
She glanced at his little brother with disdain and looked at Feng Qingyang's eyes, which were cold: "Are you pretending to be stupid? Nod your head to mean yes, shake your head to mean wrong!"
"..." The threatened Feng Qingyang glanced weakly at the cold scissors somewhere, nodded weakly, and then shook his head.
Chen Xi was depressed: "What do you mean when you nod and shake your head?"
"Uh huh..." A certain man shook his head!
Damn, this is obviously a very serious interrogation, why do you seem to be guessing riddles now?
She glanced dejectedly at the angry and condensed outer room, and when she looked back at Feng Qingyang, she simply pulled the handkerchief away from Feng Qingyang's mouth.
She motioned him to speak with her eyes.
However, a certain man looked at her innocently and said - "Xi'er, I feel so uncomfortable..."
Chen Xi's eyes glanced at his lower body. The little brother was still standing upright. How could he not feel uncomfortable if he was not satisfied?
Her pretty face turned red, and she slapped Feng Qingyang's forehead sharply with her bare hands: "Go to hell! That's not what I asked!"
"Well!" The man frowned in pain, and his face became even paler.
At first glance, he looks like a zombie count from an American movie, handsome and cold enough to make people tremble.
Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that the temperature in the room suddenly became very low...
Chen Xi's heart trembled, and he reached out to his forehead, ah! It's so cold!
"Xi'er..." The man weakly called her nickname, which made Chen Xi feel guilty.
She asked uneasily: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
"I'm so cold!" His lips moved. If you listened carefully, you could hear the sound of teeth chattering!
Damn it, could it be that he got poisonous again?
Last night his body was as hot as a furnace, and today it was as cold as frost. What should he do? She clapped her hands with a smile, found a set of clean clothes from the closet and put them on, because she still couldn't learn how to do it.
Knowing how to wear such extremely complicated clothes, she was really "disheveled".
Feng Qingyang looked at her confusedly, with his narrow phoenix eyes like two timid little white rabbits, "Uh-huh..." Xi'er, please let me go!
"Haha, you know you're nervous?"
Chen Xi patted Feng Qingyang's face in a funny way, "You brat, you never let anyone check your pulse. Do you have some secrets that you're afraid of being known?"
She looked at the pale man in front of her with a foxy smile, taking his appearance as a guilty conscience.
She grabbed the lifeline in Feng Qingyang's hand without any courtesy, and her shrewd eyes were constantly checking his movements.
All that could be heard was that his pulse was disordered and the weak beating indicated that he had not recovered from a serious illness and was extremely weak at the moment.
If you look closely, you will see that his face is as pale as paper, and he looks at her like a little sheep meeting a big bad wolf.
His slightly purple lips were covered with a handkerchief, and he didn't know what he wanted to say.
Chen Xi frowned slightly, but they just tied him up? They didn't even use torture, so why was he in so much pain?
Could it be a bitter trick?
With a dark look in his eyes, Chen Xi decided to ignore his weakness.
She suddenly raised Feng Qingyang's chin and stared at him like a prisoner: "Your Majesty, if you are wise, answer Xi'er's question obediently, otherwise, hmm!"
As if by magic, she took out the golden scissors from her body and pressed them against the man's bulging crotch.
Humph! A pervert is a pervert, she has tied her up like this, and yet she is still giving a military salute?
She glanced at his little brother with disdain and looked at Feng Qingyang's eyes, which were cold: "Are you pretending to be stupid? Nod your head to mean yes, shake your head to mean wrong!"
"..." The threatened Feng Qingyang glanced weakly at the cold scissors somewhere, nodded weakly, and then shook his head.
Chen Xi was depressed: "What do you mean when you nod and shake your head?"
"Uh huh..." A certain man shook his head!
Damn, this is obviously a very serious interrogation, why do you seem to be guessing riddles now?
She glanced dejectedly at the angry and condensed outer room, and when she looked back at Feng Qingyang, she simply pulled the handkerchief away from Feng Qingyang's mouth.
She motioned him to speak with her eyes.
However, a certain man looked at her innocently and said - "Xi'er, I feel so uncomfortable..."
Chen Xi's eyes glanced at his lower body. The little brother was still standing upright. How could he not feel uncomfortable if he was not satisfied?
Her pretty face turned red, and she slapped Feng Qingyang's forehead sharply with her bare hands: "Go to hell! That's not what I asked!"
"Well!" The man frowned in pain, and his face became even paler.
At first glance, he looks like a zombie count from an American movie, handsome and cold enough to make people tremble.
Thinking of this, she suddenly realized that the temperature in the room suddenly became very low...
Chen Xi's heart trembled, and he reached out to his forehead, ah! It's so cold!
"Xi'er..." The man weakly called her nickname, which made Chen Xi feel guilty.
She asked uneasily: "What's wrong with you? What's wrong with you?"
"I'm so cold!" His lips moved. If you listened carefully, you could hear the sound of teeth chattering!
Damn it, could it be that he got poisonous again?
His body was as hot as a furnace last night and as cold as frost today. What should he do?