Xia Qianchen took a deep breath: "I'm afraid you made a mistake. What I said at the time was that he was my type."
"what type?"
"I mean looks."
"..."
Young Emperor Nangong seemed to be holding back something and wanted to explode, and finally said dejectedly: "Why am I not as good as him?"
This question is really puzzling.
Just talking about looks, the two men have different styles, but they are both male animals that can definitely kill women in an instant.
Leng Tianchen is unruly and rebellious, while Nangong Young Emperor is noble and noble.
Most women would still choose the former, after all, it's not that lethal.
"Maybe... he doesn't look as fierce as you."
Young Emperor Nangong glared fiercely: "Why do I look so fierce?"
"Sir, have you never looked in the mirror?"
"..."
Xia Qianchen held his wrist and changed the subject: "Tell me about your hand? What happened to the wound? When was it injured?"
Her detailed concern was like a thorn piercing into Nangong Young Emperor's heart.
His green eyes tightened and asked: "You don't know what's going on?"
"Should I know?" Xia Qianchen raised her head innocently.
Young Emperor Nangong cracked his lips and laughed.
He smashed his hand in front of her, but she didn't know where his wound came from...
"It seems that you haven't treated it. The wound is a little inflamed." Xia Qianchen looked carefully and saw that there were some sawdust on it. "Why didn't you treat it?"
"Because," he pursed his resolute lips, "I'm waiting for you to find out."
"Well?"
"Forget it." He lowered his eyes and was about to take away his hand.
She would never find out unless he showed her his wounds himself, and she wouldn't be heartbroken.
"Shall I take care of it for you? Apply some medicine and you will be fine soon." Xia Qianchen grabbed his wrist with a slight smile.
Nangong Young Emperor's eyes flashed, and Xia Qianchen opened the terrace door and led him inside.
Several people in the living room were stunned when they saw this scene, especially Leng Anqi, whose eyes shone with a cold light.
Xia Qianchen led Nangong Young Emperor and walked straight upstairs. The two of them seemed to be unable to see the presence of anyone else.
Kneeling on the beige carpet, Xia Qianchen's face was soft and peaceful, and she used tweezers to carefully clean out all the debris from Nangong Young Emperor's wound...
The wound had healed, but when it was pulled out, it was bloody.
Xia Qianchen asked softly: "Does it hurt?"
"What if it hurts? What if it doesn't hurt?"
"..." She just asked casually.
Young Emperor Nangong lifted her up, placed her on his lap, and commanded forcefully and coldly: "Kiss me."
"I'm cleaning your wound."
"Kiss me and it won't hurt."
...It’s simply unreasonable.
Her sexy lips greeted her, and Young Emperor Nangong pinched her chin——
Xia Qianchen wanted to avoid him, but thought of something, went up to him, and kissed him passionately.
After the long kiss, Xia Qianchen discovered that her lung capacity had increased due to frequent long kisses with him.
"How's it going? Does it still hurt now?"
Nangong Young Emperor said nothing and slowly closed his eyes, with thick eyelashes, as if he was reminiscing about the kiss just now.
Xia Qianchen continued to treat his hands, cleaning them with disinfectant, applying them, and then wrapping gauze around them.
"What value do I have this time?"
He closed his eyes and asked abruptly.
Xia Qianchen's hand paused for a moment before tying the knot: "It's been taken care of!"
"..."
"Then I'll go down and prepare the hot pot dishes for about half an hour. You can come down after taking a rest."
Young Emperor Nangong was lying on his back, listening to the sound of the door closing softly, opening his eyes and looking at the bandaged hand.
At this moment, he was so lucky that he was still valuable to her.
Cold hands kiss the gauze...
However, his heart was throbbing without stopping for a moment, as if he had broken countless wounds and was bleeding all the time.
Xia Qianchen walked downstairs to the kitchen to prepare ingredients for hot pot.
Xia Qianzao stood up from the sofa meekly and said, "She might be too busy by herself. Can I go and help?"
Leng Anqi smiled faintly: "Okay, you all know the food that my brother likes to eat the most and the food he hates to eat the most, right?"
Xia Qianzao nodded and said, "Of course, I know."
Leng Tianchen twisted a Rubik's Cube in his hand.
After such a long time, I can't even do such a simple intellectual thing.
Bang, he broke open the Rubik's Cube with all his strength.
Leng Anqi came over and said, "You seem to be in a bad mood? Aren't you determined to know your lost memory? Now that you have found the vague impression in your mind, why are you happy?"
Leng Tianchen tightened his fingers and threw the Rubik's Cube aside distractedly.
"I said that person can't be Xia Qianchen. It seems that you are disappointed when you come here to ask for confirmation?"
"I'm going to the terrace to get some fresh air."
Xia Qian had already entered the kitchen, made excuses to send the servant away, and locked the kitchen door.
"How are you preparing?"
Xia Qianchen was cutting tomatoes: "What are you preparing?"
"Leng Tianchen's preference."
"Do you have a pen and paper? I want you to write."
"Where is the paper and pen here?!" Xia Qianzao's true nature as a shrew was revealed, "Besides, why should I write it? Wouldn't it be more convenient for you to write while you think about it?"
"Miss, I'm preparing the food, why don't you prepare it?"
Xia Qianzao avoided her body - she was dressed up so beautifully today, and she didn't want her beautiful dress to get greasy.
"I don't care what method you use, just give me the thing quickly!"
"No matter how beautifully you dress, you are not a real lady."
Xia Qianchen looked at her sarcastically: "Do you have a mobile phone? Turn on the recording function. I told you to remember."
Xia Qianzao seemed to have just remembered: "Yes, why didn't I think of it?"
Damn it, she hated Xia Qianchen's cleverness. Her reaction was always so quick and she won her father's favor.
Xia Qianchen was cutting vegetables and started talking about Leng Tianchen's various preferences, habits, hobbies, etc.:
"He is very clingy, afraid of loneliness, and likes lively places..."
"He can drink any alcohol, but he will get drunk quickly if he touches beer. Maybe it has something to do with his constitution?"
"He is naive, barbaric, and self-righteous. Don't reason with him. He will argue with reason, but of course it's all crooked."
"He is actually very kind and likes small animals. He once raised a Tibetan mastiff named Xiaoye."
"He doesn't like drinking purified water, he likes milk tea, coffee, green tea..."
"He doesn't eat spicy food and is also very picky because he doesn't like too many foods. You just need to remember what he likes..."