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Chapter 489 Your Majesty, Please Respect Yourself! 22
After Wen Xiping washed Bu Huan's hands, he also washed his hands, and then took out a handkerchief from his pocket unhurriedly, and dried his and Bu Huan's hands.

Then put the handkerchief in the river, dipped it in water, and stretched out his hand towards Bu Huan's face.

Bu Huan dodged subconsciously.

Wen Xiping put his hand in the air, and looked at Bu Huan with his dark eyes.

Bu Huan leaned back slowly.

Wen Xiping exerted a little force and pressed down.

Bu Huan only felt a pain in his head and gasped.

Wen Xiping's voice could not detect any emotion: "Squeamish."

Bu Huan ha ha da!
You have a cat disease!
Wen Xiping threw the dirty handkerchief into the river and washed it, and asked while washing, "Why did Youqian accidentally drop himself?"

Bu Huan's eyes moved slightly: "I didn't notice it for a while."

I'm not familiar with Qinggong yet, it's normal to fall down!

"If Youqian really can't let it go, you can open your mouth and tell me, between you and me, why do we need to see each other?" Wen Xiping said as he wrung the veil dry.

Bu Huan took the handkerchief from Wen Xiping's hand: "I can do it myself."

But Wen Xiping did not let go.

Bu Huan tried to let Wen Xiping understand his inner panic with his sincere big eyes.

Although we had a little friendship when we were young, it was not for the sake of being good. You are the emperor aloft, and I am just a small courtier.

I really can't stand you being so condescending!

But obviously Wen Xiping did not receive it.

There is an irresistible feeling in the eyes.

I am the emperor, how dare you resist?

Of course you can't resist!
Bu Huan obediently let go.

Let Wen Xiping's pair of incomparably noble ones be wiped off his face.

Thinking of answering the little emperor's question just now, Bu Huan said, "I just don't think it's necessary."

"Can you let it go?" Wen Xiping stopped his injured movements, and asked Bu Huan's eyes.

The distance between the two is very close.

Bu Huan could feel the coldness of the handkerchief and the warmth of Wen Xiping's fingertips.

Bu Huan blinked his eyes.

Wen Xi looked at it expressionlessly.

Bu Huan's eyes immediately showed a trace of heartbreaking sadness.

"So what if you can't let it go?"

Wen Xiping held Bu Huan's hand with the other hand.

"I told you, if you can't let it go, just speak up." Wen Xiping looked at Bu Huan's clean hands and said.

Bu Huan was silent.

"You! Don't always keep things in your heart. Is it so difficult to say it?" Wen Xiping smiled very gently, like a big brother who is close.

Bu Huan lowered his head slightly.

Wen Xiping stopped him: "Don't move, I'm going to wipe your face!"

Bu Huan didn't move.

"If you don't want to say it, I won't force you. Whenever you want to say it, but you can't find anyone to say it, you can come to me."

What Wen Xiping said was very considerate.

Bu Huan was immediately moved.

"Your Majesty, my minister..."

Wen Xiping smiled softly: "I won't force you."

The more considerate Wen Xiping is, the more guilty Bu Huan feels.

It must be said now.

"Chen, I just don't have the qualifications anymore!" Bu Huan's voice was full of unconcealable grief and deep undetectable unwillingness.

"Oh?" Wen Xiping gently wiped the dust and blood on Bu Huan's face.

"Chen is also 13 years old this year." Bu Huan said in a low voice.

"Well, there is not much difference in age between you and me, I am already fourteen." Wen Xiping nodded.

"But...the minister has not responded so far!" Bu Huan's voice carried a feeling of risking everything.

(End of this chapter)