There was a sharp "click" sound, and the wine glass in his hand suddenly shattered.
He unknowingly used force and cracked the wine glass. The sharp porcelain shards dug deeply into his palm, and bright red blood flowed down his smooth and slender fingers.
Does it hurt? No pain!
Compared to the huge fear in his heart, he felt no pain at all.
"Shaoyang, what's wrong with you?"
Although the eldest princess was drinking with Ye Tingxuan, she still noticed that he crushed the wine glass and his bleeding hands.
"It's nothing. This wine glass is so weak that it broke without even applying any force."
Chu Shaoyang spread his palm and stretched it out in front of Shen Ning with a smile: "Ning'er, can you help me wrap it?"
There was a smile on his face, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.
Not long ago, his hand also bled, and Shen Biyun discovered it immediately. She was even more nervous and heartbroken than when she was injured.
But what about her
It wasn't until he spread his injured and bleeding palm in front of her that she raised her eyes and looked at his bleeding hand, her face still as calm as ever.
Why, she didn't feel bad when she saw him injured and bleeding
Chu Shaoyang stared at her for a moment.
"I'm going to use wine to clean your wound. It might hurt a little."
Shen Ning's face remained as usual, and her long eyelashes fluttered gently like a fan, covering her eyes so densely that he could not guess what she was thinking.
She first picked out the broken pieces of porcelain in his palm with a very gentle movement, then dipped the handkerchief in wine and wiped away the blood near the wound.
The drink inevitably entered the wound, causing a burning sting.
Chu Shaoyang felt a sweetness in his heart. Her careful movements and focused eyes made him feel indescribably sweet.
The corner of his mouth couldn't help but smile.
The eldest princess saw it and murmured in her heart: This kid's wound is so long and deep. If you wipe it with wine, it will be so painful! But he can still laugh
Isn't that stupid
She followed his gaze and saw that he was staring directly at Shen Ning's face. No matter how slow she was, she could not figure out why Chu Shaoyang was smiling.
"Hey, I really hope the two of them can be together as beautifully as we are."
She turned to look at Ye Tingxuan, sighed sincerely, raised her glass and drank it all.
Shen Ning's bandaging fingers shook slightly, and then she tied a knot on the scarf as if nothing had happened, and said, "Okay, there won't be any more bleeding now. Drink less and eat less spicy food. The wound will heal soon." It will heal.”
Chu Shaoyang turned his palm over and held her slender hand that she had not had time to withdraw, and held it tightly.
"Ning'er, you still care about me, don't you?" There was enthusiasm and expectation in his eyes.
"Chu Shaoyang, let go. Don't mess around in public."
Shen Ning pulled back hard, but he held on tightly, not caring that the wound that had just been wrapped burst open, and the blood stained the handkerchief and her hand red.
"You are my princess. I just hold your hand. Even if the emperor sees it, he won't say anything."
For some reason, Shen Ning felt that when he said the word "Emperor", his tone was a bit harsh.
She quietly let him hold her hand and looked up at him, her clear eyes making his heart skip a beat.
"Ning'er, I am not a fool. I am smarter than you think. There are some things that I don't say, but it doesn't mean that I don't know."
Chu Shaoyang lowered his eyes, with a faint smile on his lips: "The black-clothed guard beside you seems to be missing?"