Contract New Love: Wang Ye's No. 2 favorite concubine

Fear, apprehension, worry, anxiety...everything goes.

But he didn't dare to show it, he suppressed it tightly.

Dongfang Aoshi stared at Wenrou closely——

She turned her back to herself, without any movement, as if she really didn't care at all, the life and death of that servant...

Is he really thinking too much?

The pupils, which were as dark as a deep pool, flickered slightly, "Steward."

The steward who had already walked to the door was taken aback, then turned around, "My lord?"

Dongfang Aoshi waved his hand.

The steward immediately understood, turned around and retreated.

"ah--"

The sound of the steward closing the door was very soft.

But like a heavy hammer, it fell hard on Wen Rou.

On the surface, she didn't seem to feel anything at all.

Heart, but already panicked into a ball.

In just a few seconds, countless terrifying images flashed through my mind——

Every scene shows Huangfu Hao covered in blood, in a very miserable state...

How to do?

Does she want to...

Gentle clenched her fists tightly, her nails dug deep into her flesh, she could hardly bear it any longer.

Just then, footsteps came from behind.

With a gentle look on his face, he quickly let go of his hand, pretending that nothing happened.

The bed beside him sank.

In the next second, Dongfang's arrogant and evil voice rang in his ears, "Second Miss is really drunk?"

While speaking, he stretched out his hand to his gentle forehead.

Gentlely frowned and turned his head away.

Dongfang Aoshi raised his lips lightly, pinched Gentle's chin forcefully, and forced her to turn around, "It seems that the second lady is not drunk."

"Go away! Don't touch me with your bloody hands!" Gently and forcefully slapped his hand off.

Dongfang Aoshi raised his eyebrows, with a smile that was not a smile, "Stained with blood? It seems that the king didn't do anything just now?"

Gentle and mocking, she pulled her lower lip and snorted coldly, "Don't you know what the Ninth Prince has done?"

"If the second lady doesn't tell me, how would this king know?" Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his black eyes sullenly, and in a blink of an eye, he had another calm expression.

"It's fine if you don't know!" Rourou pulled the quilt to cover herself, and didn't continue to argue.

I dare not argue at all.

Dongfang Aoshi is too suspicious.

Anything she said might arouse suspicion.

The only way is to pretend not to care about anything.

Only in this way can Dongfang Aoshi dispel his inner doubts.

Despite thinking this way, Gentle's chest was still flustered, up and down, and very worried.

She turned her back just now, and she didn't know what kind of eyes the steward and Dongfang Aoshi exchanged, and whether Dongfang Aoshi really wanted the steward to take someone to arrest Huangfu Hao and torture him...

What should she do if the steward really went?

Huangfu Hao sensed the danger, so he shouldn't be arrested obediently, right?

But if the steward uses himself to threaten Huangfu Hao, then...

When Rou thought of this, cold sweat broke out all over her body.

But he had to grit his teeth as hard as he could, and couldn't show any emotions.

The body was almost as stiff as a stone.

Suddenly, the body was suspended in the air, as if it was moving?

What is Dongfang Aoshi going to do again?

Wenrou was startled, and quickly pulled the quilt away, only to find that she had been carried to the table.

"What are you doing?" Gentle struggled, but her body was wrapped in the quilt and she couldn't move at all.

This is really a cocoon!

"My lord is in a good mood today, Second Miss will accompany me to have a drink or two." Dongfang Aoshi poured the wine and brought it to Gentle's mouth.