Ling Weifeng is terrified now, feeling that someone is pulling her quilt, she almost feels like being pricked by a needle, she suddenly raised her head, "No!"
The vigilant eyes are as sharp as a knife.
Seeing her so restless and flustered, Prince Xi didn't dare to move, and quickly relaxed, "Okay, okay, I won't move, don't be nervous."
Ling Weifeng looked at him vigilantly, his eyes didn't seem to fall on him, but looked through him into the distance.
Prince Xi felt that he could no longer breathe.
Since she came back, she smiled heartlessly every day, lively and cheerful.
She, who is radiant with sunshine, would have been so fragile in the first place.
Ling Weifeng was a little dazed, feeling that there seemed to be no danger, so she relaxed, and lay down again tiredly, but her hand holding the quilt was even tighter.
Prince Xi didn't pull her quilt again, but wiped her face with diluted alcohol over and over again.
The doorbell rang suddenly, but he didn't intend to answer it.
But he didn't want the person who rang the bell to ring it tirelessly as if he was deliberately against him.
Ling Weifeng frowned uncomfortably, obviously disturbed.
Emperor Xi's eyes were full of fire, he stood up abruptly, and opened the door vigorously.
Seeing that he was finally willing to open the door, Leng Lie's eyes lit up, "Xihuang, how is the little bun?"
As he spoke, he lifted his feet and walked in. Prince Xi's eyebrows and eyes sank, he grabbed his collar and threw it out.
"She's fine, you can go."
After speaking, he slammed the door shut with so much force that he almost bumped into Leng Leng's nose.
Leng Lie was taken aback, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.
After he reacted, he stopped ringing the doorbell and knocked on the door directly, "Xihuang, open the door, what happened to the little bun."
"Open the door, open the door, tell me, whether the little bun is alive or dead."
Leng Lie has already started to scold his mother in his heart, shit, he was so worried that he was half dead in the middle of the night, so he rushed here, but he couldn't even enter the door.
When Prince Xi returned to the room, Ling Weifeng seemed to have fallen asleep.
He touched her face, it was still hot, twisted up the towel and wiped it over and over again.
"Xihuang..."
When a sound as thin as a mosquito groan came, Prince Xi stopped his hands and looked at her closely, "I am here."
Ling Weifeng didn't know if he heard her answer, and muttered to himself, "Are you mad at me..."
"No, I'm angry with myself." Angry at himself, falling in love with someone who shouldn't be loved.
He is even more angry with himself, he doesn't even have the courage to love, he only knows how to run away blindly.
"Don't ignore me..."
Her voice was hoarse with a bit of crying, "Aren't you going to love me anymore..."
"Woo, I'm so uncomfortable...don't ignore me..."
"Do you hate me..."
Emperor Xi's son Gu finally realized what it means to have a heart cut like a knife.
He touched her face, his eyes revealed obsession, "Xiaofeng, I admit defeat."
He threw in the towel, he compromised.
Three days, it was only three days since he realized his feelings for her, but it seemed like centuries had passed for him.
Indifference is a double-edged knife, if it stabs her, why not hurt himself badly.
God knows how he survived these three days. The torment in his heart was so long that it was about to drive him crazy.
That being the case, why torture yourself.
Admit it, he likes her, and he doesn't want to disobey his heart anymore.
Even if it's a man, it's still his Xiao Fengfeng.