"Hoo!" Duanmu Minya tried hard to get up, but as soon as she put her left hand in front of her eyes, she was frightened by the left hand wrapped like a rice dumpling and took a breath of air.
Is it necessary to be so exaggerated? Her left hand is only sprained, not broken. Does it need to be bandaged like this?
Duanmu Minya knew that her wrist was swollen like a pig's trotter due to delayed treatment and a second injury, and that Song Yichen had applied medicine to her, so it looked a bit scary when bandaged up like this.
"Hey, don't move. It took a lot of effort for the wound to heal. Don't make it rupture again. It will really leave ugly scars."
When Song Yichen heard Duanmu Minya's small exclamation, he thought she had hurt him, so he quickly stopped her. Although he said it very casually, the concern in his tone was still easy to hear.
But why is he here?
Uh! Isn’t this a prison cell?
It was only at this moment that Duanmu Minya saw with confusion that this was not a prison cell, and she was not lying on a haystack, but on a large black sandalwood bed covered with thick cushions.
Duanmu Minya raised his head slightly and looked around. Although this room seemed to be simply decorated and not very luxurious, it was full of delicacy and elegance, showing the noble status of the owner of this house.
From the tables and chairs to the cabinets and cabinets, everything is so carefully crafted. The antiques on display, the calligraphy and paintings on the walls, everything shows the owner's extraordinary taste!
Especially the decoration of this room is mainly black, which is one of Duanmu Minya's favorite colors!
Is this the young master's room?
Uh! If so...
Although Duanmu Minya doesn't care much about her personal reputation, she is Xuanyuan Qingtian's princess now. She can't do anything to embarrass the palace, otherwise her father will be very sad!
Originally, her father was already the most worried about her. If she did something dishonorable again, her father would definitely be even more worried. Thinking of this, Duanmu Minya couldn't lie down anymore. She used her uninjured right hand.
Push yourself up and get up slowly!
"Whoa!" This time it was Song Yichen who gasped. Song Yichen, who was lying on the small table beside the bed, suddenly jumped up as if his butt was on fire.
His charming and handsome face turned crimson. He quickly turned his back and hurried out, talking as he walked.
"Wait a minute, I'll ask Xiaolin to come over and serve you!"
Uh! What's wrong with him? Why is his face so red? Duanmu Minya raised his eyebrows in confusion?