The sharp princess: singled out the cold and charming prince

Chapter 227
"You can't move your hands yet, my king will feed you."

"Nani?"

The casual sentence didn't make Qianye Yunxuan feel any weirdness, but saw him give her a sideways glance, and said:
"I said, I'll feed you."

While speaking, he had already picked up the chopsticks, put the food in her mouth, and waited for her to speak.

Mu Yifei was dumbfounded by his rare behavior, but just looked at him stupidly and forgot to react.

"Picky eaters?"

Qianye Yunxuan raised her eyebrows and asked back, intentionally misinterpreting Mu Yifei's dumbfounded expression, asked in a low voice, and at the same time pulled Mu Yifei back to her senses.

"I suddenly discovered that you, a turtle, take care of people quite like a human being."

As she said that, she ate the food that Qianye Yunxuan gave her without coercion, and continued while eating:
"For you, the Eighth Prince, to take care of me so condescendingly, it's worth my injury this time."

After swallowing the food in her mouth, she pointed to another dish and said:

"I want to eat this...more pinch, it's not enough for my teeth."

Qianye Yunxuan just smiled and let her "order", whatever she wanted to eat, he would give her something.

He still likes to see her playful and smiling face like a villain.

Halfway through eating, when Qianye Yunxuan put the next mouthful of food to her mouth, she suddenly stopped.

"full?"

Seeing that she no longer opened her mouth, Qianye Yunxuan asked.

Seeing that Mu Yifei's eyes were fixed on the place covered by his sleeve, she fell into a moment of silence without blinking.

"Why didn't you bandage so many wounds on your hands?"

After a long while, her voice sounded low, and the tone of her speech sounded a little weird and hoarse.

Qianye Yunxuan's movements froze for a moment, following her line of sight, he turned his gaze to his cuff, and then said nonchalantly:

"No need."

He didn't care about his little wound. This night, all his thoughts were on her heart. All the fears had already occupied his whole heart, and he didn't have too much time to pay attention to other things.

Mu Yifei's gaze did not move away from his wound. Although his injury was not as serious as her pierced palm, it was not considered a minor injury.

Just from the bloodstains left on his hands, it can be seen that he also shed a lot of blood that night, and there are still traces of blood dripping on the ground at this time.

Moreover, judging from the blood on his hands, he didn't ask anyone to treat his wound at all.

In her heart, she felt a little uncomfortable, and her nose was inexplicably sour. She turned her eyes away, tried to make her tone sound calmer, and her voice seemed to be much lower, and said:

"I'm stuffed."

After speaking, he stood up from the stool and continued: "I'm going to the Department of Justice, you should go and do your own business."

She walked to the door and spoke with her back to him.

Hearing this, Qianye Yunxuan's eyes showed a bit of anger, and he slammed the chopsticks in his hand on the table, and said in a cold voice:
"Just walked through the ghost gate, can't you lie down?"

He walked behind Mu Yifei, pulled her body with some annoyance in his eyes, and said angrily:

"Is this lawsuit more important than your life?"

"Yes, very important."

She looked up at him, nodded solemnly, and repeated again: "It's very important!"

(End of this chapter)