The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

The second reaction was a chill in my heart!Luo Qingyu's eyes seemed to be frozen in the deep cold night, deep cold and cool——

He had never seen such a look!

Since meeting her, there have been surprises, disappointments, anger, cunning, and despair in her eyes...

But either way, it's brilliant.

Today her eyes are still those eyes, but they are as deep as a pool, as cold as ice, and inside are bone-chilling indifference...[

Luo Qingyu was also looking at him, probably because he was too tired the past few days, his face was very haggard, his eyes that were originally as bright as the deep sea were bloodshot——

Before seeing him like this, she would feel heartache and palpitations, but now she was indifferent, empty——

"Qing Lan, how are you feeling now?" Di Shiyin came up to feel her pulse, wanting to check her recovery.

Luo Qingyu closed her eyes and didn't speak, but withdrew her hand under the quilt. Just this one movement made her break out in pain again...

Her obvious rejection made Di Shiyin slightly stiff!

As if being stabbed in the heart by a sharp needle, he stopped there with his hands, took a breath, looked at her pale face and the sweat beads on it, and frowned: "Where does it still hurt?"

Luo Qingyu still didn't speak, but her face became paler, more beads of sweat flowed down her face, her thin lips were tightly pressed, almost pale——

Although she tried her best not to let out a groan, Di Shiyin's heart slammed hard at this apparent pain!

It's strange, it's been a day, and it is reasonable to say that there will be some pain, but it shouldn't hurt to this extent.

what is the problem?

Is it his surgery problem or her physique?

Also, she was supposed to wake up three days later, but she didn't expect to wake up early...

He sighed: "Call out when it hurts, don't pretend to be a hero, no one here will laugh at you..."

He couldn't help but reach out and use his sleeve to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

Luo Qingyu tilted her head to avoid his wiping >

Now she no longer wants to have any physical contact with him, his touch makes her feel an instinctive nausea...

Di Shiyin froze again, he had read from her movements that she hated him at the moment——

The two servants have retreated out knowingly, and there are only the two of them in the bedroom——

The air is very quiet, listen carefully, and you can hear the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops outside. [

Di Shiyin's eyes dimmed, and he sat on the side of her bed, and said lightly, "Don't worry, the pain will be gone in two days. After you recover, I will teach you kung fu, so that you can become the most powerful god of war in the heaven as soon as possible." , you are extremely talented, as long as you practice hard, you will be able to become a god in less than a hundred years..."

His next words ended in her mocking eyes.

She still didn't speak, but her eyes were full of sarcasm and indifference——

This look made Di Shiyin's heart inexplicably cold, and there was an illusion that he had nothing to hide, and he couldn't continue talking——

My heart is astringent and I don't know what it feels like.

No, he doesn't want to see her eyes like this, he would rather she hate him than see her so indifferent! Bleak 