Chapter 141: Do you think you are worthy: Let's go home
"How is that possible! Feng Dian, I think I still have this little bit of self-confidence. We, the young couple, had some conflicts, which made Feng Dian laugh."
Nangong Yi's thin lips parted slightly, and his peach-blossom eyes were full of danger. He didn't have self-confidence, but besides self-confidence, he had many ways to take her away.
In the light blue bedroom, the right child was sleeping soundly, and she didn't even notice anyone coming in. She was a light blue princess, covered with a thin quilt, her dark hair scattered all over the pillow, and her milky white face.
There was a faint blush on her face, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly with her rapid breathing.
Nangong's eyes widened. Is the sleeping beauty-like princess in front of him the pig? But the similar eyebrows told him that she had lied to him. This was her true face. She had been lying to him, and she was filled with anger.
, this pig actually dared to lie to him.
"What? I don't recognize Yi Shao anymore?"
Feng Xiaoyu's slightly sarcastic harsh voice rang in his ears, giving him the urge to tear him apart.
Nangong also ignored him and frowned. He noticed that something was wrong with her, her breathing was very rapid, and she was always a light sleeper, so how could she not be awakened by such a loud movement.
He rushed forward and picked her up, only to find that her whole body was scalding hot, the kind of scorching temperature that seemed to cook someone instantly.
"Nangong Yi, what are you doing?"
Feng Xiaoyu shouted, what is he doing? Didn't he agree to let her make her own decision?
"She has a fever-"
Nangong Yi's voice was hoarse and trembled slightly, and deep self-blame emerged from the bottom of her heart. From the time she came here to now, she had always been in good health and had never even caught a cold. This time, she had a fever because of him.
So serious.
"Bingshan, I didn't mean it, it really wasn't——"
You'er suddenly opened his eyes and looked at him intently. His voice was full of deep grievances and self-blame, and bright tears flashed in his eyes.
"I know--"
Nangong Yi's voice was hoarse and the tip of his nose was slightly sour. He picked her up gently, for fear of hurting her. He knew that she didn't mean it, it was his fault. He only felt distressed in his heart, completely forgetting the anger of someone who deceived him.
Feng Xiaoyu looked at the two people in front of him, a sigh escaped from his lips, and the deep sadness in his eyes could no longer be concealed. It turned out that he had always been an outsider in this game.
"Iceberg, where are we going?"
You'er lay in his arms in a daze, her head hurt so much that she couldn't think of anything. She only knew that the faint scent of lavender that entered her nose made her feel at ease, and soon she fell into a dream again.
"Let's go home-"
Nangong Yi said softly, hugged the person in his arms, and left here without looking back.