Princess, be nice

Chapter 165

Was she going to die at the hands of a bird!

Yuan Changhuan thought that at least he would lose an arm and a leg, but he didn't expect...

With a light waist, the feet landed first.

Before she could react, it was because of the impact of the landing.

The man Qingquan Langyue's smile came from next to his ears, "I always throw myself into my arms so enthusiastically, it's really too much for this prince."

For some reason, upon hearing the voice of thanking him this time, Yuan Changhuan was not as defensive as before, but heaved a sigh of relief, "It's good that you are here, fortunately you are here."

He opened his peach blossom eyes that were as moist as water, "The emperor wants to exile my brother, you will save him, right?"

"This is for you, I sincerely coax you."

Yuan Changhuan's eyes were red, tears filled his eyes, and his long eyelashes were wet.

Either because of Yuan Changhuan, or because of just now being frightened.

The words of thanks came into view, but fell into her broken palm.

Taking away the sachet sticking to her palm, Qingjuan frowned, "Is the climbing wall worn out?"

The voice that was originally clear and moist immediately seemed to be tainted with ghosts and prey.

Yuan Changhuan was held by his icy big hand, his eyes touched his dark eyes, and tears that seemed to be falling from the corners of his eyes suddenly hit Xie Ci's tiger's mouth.

The tears are slightly hot.

"What are you crying for? I'm ashamed to cry when I hurt my hand." Xie Ci feared that his wound hurt her, so he pinched her wrist instead, and pulled her into the room, ordering in a cold voice, "Ting Zhuo, get the medicine box." !"

"Yes."

Looking at the sachet that Xie Ci casually put on the bed, Yuan Changhuan said aggrievedly, "If you don't like it, return it to me!"

All ten of her fingers were pierced before she embroidered it. This man doesn't take it seriously!

Xie Ci looked at her full of grievances, and pursed her thin lips slightly, "Who said I don't like it? Besides, do you care so much about whether I like it or not?"

I was disturbed by Xie Ci's sudden words.

After being silent for a while, Yuan Changhuan replied, "Of course I care. If you don't like it, doesn't it mean that you haven't coaxed me well, so what should I do if I don't save my brother?"

Yes, it must be so.

She cared only because she was afraid that Xie Ci would not save her brother.

Yuan Changhuan's long eyelashes drooped, with crystal teardrops still hanging on them.

Xie Ci raised his hand, wanting to brush it away for her, but Yuan Changhuan realized the intimacy between them and hid back.

The long eyelashes were lifted slightly, and the peach blossom eyes looked at him expectantly, "Thank you, if you like it, did you agree to save my brother?"

Allowing her to avoid his touch, Xie Ci said in a slow tone, "Let me think about it."

Yuan Chang wanted to hit someone anxiously.

Xie Ci was calm and calm, and personally cleaned Yuan Changhuan's hands with gentle movements.

Look at the intertwined fingers in the basin.

One is slender and tender, with shaved fingers like green onions, and the other is slender and powerful, with well-defined joints.

It fit perfectly.

Yuan Changhuan lowered his eyes, his eyes flickered uneasy, as if something was about to get out of control.

But after Xie Ci washed her jade hands, he found the tiny pinholes on her fingertips.

His face, which had been tense while touching her fingers, suddenly turned cold.

"Why do you still need to make sachets if you don't know how to embroider?"

"You dislike me!" Yuan Changhuan's first reaction was to thank the embroidery worker who disliked her, "Since you dislike her, give it back to me."

Xie Ci applied the precious ointment on her, and replied indifferently, "I hate it, but it's also a gift from the future lady, so let's wear it casually for the time being."

"I did too rough, I really wronged you."

After applying the medicine, thank you and clean your hands without haste, then picked up the sachet on the couch and looked at it, "It's really rough, don't do it in the future, lest I take it out to be ridiculed by my colleagues."

(End of this chapter)