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

That is the expression of looking at a stranger genuinely, even worse than a stranger...

When he didn't even think about what he was going to do, he had already bent over and hugged her lying there: "Qing Lan, trust me——"

Believe that I am also for your own good, believe that I will make you happy——

He didn't say anything after that.

Because the delicate body in her arms froze for a second and then began to struggle violently, she struggled so violently, it was as if she was fighting for her life—[

It hurts to the bone when she moves lightly, let alone her desperate struggle?

Big beads of cold sweat came out, and her lips were bitten into dead white——

Di Shiyin didn't expect that she would make such a movement, let alone that she would struggle so desperately, fearing that her wound would break free, she hurriedly let go, and said in a low voice, "Don't move, the wound will open if you move. Bad recovery..."

Luo Qingyu's face turned pale with pain, her body trembled slightly, her fists were clenched tightly in the quilt, and her nails were embedded in her flesh, but she still couldn't suppress the piercing pain in her chest and heart——

It's funny, obviously there is no heart, why is there still heartache?

She suddenly laughed, and this laugh shook her chest again, as if the splitting pain couldn't stop her laughing, her whole body almost twitched when she laughed——

Di Shiyin's face changed drastically, and with a flick of his sleeve, Luo Qingyu's laughter got stuck in her throat, and she couldn't move her body. Only the weird smile remained on the corner of her lips, which made people jump inexplicably.

Di Shiyin lowered his eyes slightly, his hands trembling slightly in his sleeves, and took a deep breath: "Qing Lan, you can't be too emotional right now, go to sleep first."

His hand touched her eyelids, and a faint white glow emanated from the palm of his hand. Luo Qingyu slowly closed her eyes, and finally fell asleep again.

Sitting beside her, Di Shiyin looked at her face as pale as snow, and didn't understand what was wrong with him.

Obviously what I did was right, why does my heart hurt so much when I see her like this?

There was some bitterness in his mouth, and there was a trace of confusion in his cold as snow eyes...

........................

When Luo Qingyu woke up again, another day passed.

She was woken up by the pain, and the phantom heartache followed her closely like a nightmare, and she couldn't get rid of it.

She opened her eyes profusely with sweat, and her eyes were still those two servant boys. The sky outside was pleasing to the eye, and there were divine lights changing and interlacing from time to time.

"Girl, does it still hurt?" A little boy asked softly.

Luo Qingyu closed her eyes slightly, the pain never stopped!

"Girl, Dijun prepared this for you, and said that if you are still in pain, you can take this to relieve the pain..."

A little boy brought over a bowl of Bi Yingying's medicinal soup from the table.

Luo Qingyu closed her eyes and didn't speak. She didn't want to eat anything from him. For her now, everything about him made her sick...

"Girl, can you drink this? This is made by Dijun himself." Bleak 