A cold touch invaded Hua Xuanji's wrist. It felt as if warm fingertips were stroking back and forth on the severed wrist. The pain was immediately reduced by seven to eight points.
It's my mother who does it. Only my mother can give me this kind of tenderness.
Hua Xuanji took a comfortable breath, but tears flowed out of the corners of her eyes for no apparent reason. They were moist, but suddenly she felt the warm fingers stagnate. Her head felt dizzy, and her eyelids were so heavy that it was difficult to open. Hua Xuanji wrinkled her little nose in dissatisfaction.
, as if coquettishly asked: "Mom, why don't you continue."
"Mom? What is mother?" A pleasant male voice came to mind in my ears. The voice was as smooth as freshly born milk.
Hua Xuanji opened her eyes suddenly, and her enlarged face suddenly appeared before her eyes.
Only then did Hua Xuanji realize that she had already left her mother. She turned her head away unnaturally, not looking at the pair of peach blossom eyes that would make people intoxicated just by looking at them again. Her ears turned red, but she pretended to be calm and said: "
You, why are you here?"
Bai Yan moved away from her, placed the small box in his hand on a stool on one side, and said without cutting it: "If it weren't for me, you would have died at the gate of the palace."
"Did you save me?" Hua Xuanji stretched out her finger, pointed at him, and then at herself. Her mouth opened as if she had swallowed a fly. She patted her head slightly and thought of the bright yellow dress.
With eyes as pure as a child under the robe, he shook his head and said affirmatively: "No, it's not you, the person who saved me is..."
Before the word "prince" could be spoken, Hua Xuanji covered her mouth in surprise. Looking at Bai Yan, who instantly transformed into a prince, she opened her mouth and was so surprised that she could not speak.
"I dressed up as him and took you away."
"Take me away?" Hua Xuanji finally reacted from the shock, stuck out her head and looked around. On the mahogany table was an ordinary tea set, which seemed to be covered with a layer of dust. On the ground.
There was a thick layer of dust, and the footprints where Bai Yan had brought her were still clearly visible. It was extremely shabby and shabby. This really didn't look like a palace.
Hua Xuanji put her head back and asked Bai Yan, who was leaning on the bed, "Then where is this?"
"It's just a dilapidated courtyard in the Prince's Mansion that has not been used all year round." Bai Yan picked up a teacup and poured it for a long time without pouring out the water. He slapped the teacup on the table in annoyance, turned around, and narrowed his narrow peach blossom eyes slightly.
He got up, looked Hua Xuanji up and down, and scolded her pretending to be displeased.
"Tsk, tsk, I've only been out for a day, look at you... tsk, tsk." He pinched Hua Xuanji's broken wrist and hissed in pain. She wanted to break free but was afraid of the wound, so she had to use her big black and white hand.
His eyes looked at Bai Yan angrily.
As if Bai Yan didn't notice her gaze, he moved his other finger across her face. The warm touch made Hua Xuanji stunned, and her ears instantly turned red.
"Tsk, tsk." Bai Yan waved his hand boredly, "Look at that dirty face. I should have let you water it outside for a while."
"Bai Yan." Hua Xuanji gritted her teeth angrily.
"Tsk, tsk, good tea." Bai Yan took the tea cup and continued his standard action.
"Where's the tea?"
"Are you going to make tea for me?" Bai Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and his peach blossom eyes were even more charming.
"You..." Hua Xuanji was so angry that she couldn't speak for the first time. She rolled her eyes, lay down and turned her head away from looking at Bai Yan.
The sky was getting dark, and Bai Yan found a white candle somewhere. The flames lingered, hitting his slender figure against the wall, making him look a little desolate.
He tapped his fingers on the table intentionally or unintentionally, narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, and stared at the still angry villain for a moment, suddenly feeling that something was not quite right.
There is absolutely no problem with his acting skills. After all, he has been with Ye Sheng for more than ten years. He basically can't find out those things, but why did Ye Hua let her go so easily? Could it be...
The fingers that were hitting the table suddenly stopped, and his handsome eyebrows suddenly tied into a knot. He said jokingly to the figure on the bed who had been secretly scolding him as a bastard: "I will teach you martial arts."
"Really?" After hearing this, Ye Guoguo's previous anger was immediately swept away, and he said excitedly: "Now?" After a pause, he continued, "You don't have to pledge yourself to me."
"Now?" Bai Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, but his eyes focused on Ye Guoguo's broken wrist. The corner of his lips curled up: "You can do it if you want."
"No, no, no..." Hua Xuanji quickly shook her head and refused decisively, cursing herself that she really couldn't pick up the pot. Then she looked at her 'broken hand' which had just improved a bit and replied helplessly. "Then Just another day." Looking at the full moon hanging in the sky, he suddenly exclaimed: "Qing Ge... Qing Ge... Qing Ge, are you okay?"
"This..." Bai Yan spread his hands helplessly. "I wanted to save her too, but Yehua detained her again. I don't know if she is okay or not."
"Asshole." Hua Xuanji was so angry that she couldn't help but slap the quilt hard. However, the next second she screamed and jumped up from the bed holding her broken little hand with her other hand. Her head hurt. A thin layer of sweat. Her grandma's, she used the wrong hand.
"It's really troublesome." Bai Yan stood up helplessly, picked up the small box from the stool, pressed the 'buoyant' Hua Xuanji on the bed, and held her broken little hand in his hand. Seeing her resistance, he immediately used his eyes to He refuted it. "Don't move."
His slender fingers were dipped in pink ointment, and he caressed her wrist carefully. The candlelight flickered, and his enchanting peach-blossom face looked somewhat serious at this time.
The room was very quiet, his breath echoed in her ears, and Hua Xuanji's face slowly turned red as if it was on fire.
He raised his head slightly, narrowed his peach blossom eyes slightly, with a smile on his face, and asked knowingly: "Hey, why is your face so red?"
"The wax...the candle is shaking." Hua Xuanji made up a poor reason at random. However, Bai Yan turned slightly to the side, and the slowly burning flames on the table jumped repeatedly, as if laughing at her again.
Hua Xuanji's face suddenly turned red and blue, then blue and white, and she looked really good-looking.
The slowly burning candle is obviously white.
Seeing Hua Xuanji's panicked expression, coupled with such an unpredictable expression, Bai Yan couldn't hold it back for a moment and burst out laughing. His face was in front of Hua Xuanji and close to her ear.
Warm breath brushed across her neck, and the fragrant green tea aroma lingered in Hua Xuanji's nose. Hua Xuanji's heart beat inexplicably, but she forgot to reject it.
"Let's sleep." He said this slowly and firmly. Hua Xuanji twitched the corner of her mouth, and her expression suddenly changed again.