When Han Fei could finally take a breath, there was a sound of movement in her ears. She subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him, but thinking of the pain of being held just now, she still hesitated.
The outstretched hand was still put down, hanging by his side and quietly clenched.
With a squeaking sound, something heavy fell on the bed, and with a muffled groan, Han Fei opened her mouth nervously and wanted to say something big, but she heard a gasp in her ears, and her face suddenly changed. A blush appeared.
I knew it was just the sound made by that person moving too much, but it was so low... it made people think.
"Get rid of what's in your head."
Accompanying the gasping sound were his cold words.
Han Fei coughed and said, "You, you... No, I mean, I can..."
I was so nervous that I couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
"unnecessary."
"But..." Han Fei wanted to say something else.
"Remember, I don't need sympathy."
Han Fei swallowed the rest of her words.
This man... is terrifyingly stubborn.
"let's start."
Han Fei held the needle bag with a complicated heart, approached the bed, fumbled and sat down, took a deep breath, and said, "Then I'll start."
Han Fei drove away all the distracting thoughts in her heart. Her hands became a machine with great precision, rubbing the acupuncture points between her legs, and every needle was dropped without hesitation.
In Qin Che's opinion, those chubby hands did not tremble at all, and this was simply not the ability of an ordinary doctor, and the thoughts in his eyes deepened.
When the last needle fell, Han Fei exhaled a breath, and her whole arms were extremely sore. In the final analysis, this body lacked exercise on weekdays, and she had to speed up her weight loss.
"I pricked the acupuncture points to dredge the blood flow. Your legs have been compressed for too long, so this process will be very painful. You have to endure it."
Because her eyes were closed, Han Fei's hearing was particularly good, so she naturally heard the slightly heavier breathing in the air.
Frankly speaking, this process is not a little painful, but very painful, at least it is quite painful for Han Fei.
After hearing no response for a long time, Han Fei said worriedly: "Does it hurt? I can help you stop the pain point, but this may not be good for your recovery. You..."
"No need."
"Your Majesty..."
"I just haven't felt this kind of pain for a long time."
Han Fei was startled and pursed her lips. Her heart felt as if it had been stabbed by a needle, feeling numb and a little distressed.
For this person, he obviously has a noble status, but he stays in such a cold palace, with no one around him except Gao Feng. Every time, he sits by the window and looks at the desolation outside.
Han Fei couldn't imagine how this person survived.
Living with disabled legs, unable to move, and enduring the gaze of others...
Han Fei seemed to understand why this man's eyes were so cold.
"how long it takes."
Han Fei came to her senses and said quickly: "About half an hour."
"Yes. There are books on the desk, you can help yourself."
Is this person afraid that she will be bored
Han Fei couldn't help but soften her face. Just when she was about to say something, she heard him say: "But remember, you shouldn't look over."
Han Fei snorted softly and said, "I don't want to see it."
After saying that, Han Fei turned around, took off the ribbon, and walked towards the desk on the other side of the room.
It just so happened that she wanted to practice calligraphy, otherwise she would be worried to death in tomorrow's class.
There were some papers on the desk, and the most eye-catching one was a poem written on the right one. Han Fei couldn't help but look at the elegant font, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she sincerely admired this It's a good calligraphy.
At this time, the system automatically popped up and said: "Host, host, do you need to start the empathy system?"
Han Fei was stunned and said: "Now? Here?"
"Yes! It just so happens that the words of the male god can be used as a template for the host's empathy!"
"His handwriting?"
"Does the host have any dissatisfaction with the male god's words?"
Han Fei quickly said: "No!"
"Then turn on the empathy system!"
"Wait a minute, I only have half an hour. If you exceed it, it will cause damage to his acupuncture points!"
"The host doesn't need to worry. In the empathy system, time is incomparable. There is no need to worry at all!"
"What price do I have to pay?"
"This is a friendly reward from the system!"
Han Fei raised her eyebrows, "Reward? Did I do something?"
"In view of the host taking the initiative to show kindness to the male god, this system is deeply gratified and will issue a special reward! From now on, you will receive an empathy reward every month!"
Han Fei suddenly felt very good and said: "It's quite kind! Let's get started!"
"Ding~ The empathy system is activated, target task, complete the calligraphy work, start!"
As soon as Han Fei's eyes darkened, the scene in front of her completely changed. It was no longer night, but day, and the sunlight shone in from the window and dazzled her eyes.
Han Fei stood there blankly, a little confused. She was still in this room, but it didn't seem like she really existed in this room. In other words, it was equivalent to her soul floating in place, without any sense of entity.
Just when Han Fei was about to ask the system what the empathy system was, someone approached. When Han Fei wanted to turn her head away in horror, a hug covered her from behind.
Han Fei's body suddenly froze, and there was a faint medicinal smell in the tip of her nose, which was extremely familiar.
Soon, someone held her hand, held it, moved it to the desk, picked up the brush, and wrote a stroke on the white rice paper.
This is…
Han Fei wanted to turn her head to see clearly who was hugging her behind her, but she couldn't. She couldn't even turn her head.
"Host! Please concentrate! Don't waste empathy time!"
Taobao's voice seemed to come from a very far away place, which made Han Fei concentrate on what she was writing.
The same words as that person's work appeared on the rice paper. Until now, Han Fei finally understood the role of empathy and why the system required a template.
If she guessed correctly, the person behind her hugging her was the sickly prince.
It turns out... if he could stand up, would he be this tall
Han Fei's thoughts drifted away involuntarily, and Taobao's warning sounded again: "Host, please pay attention!"
Han Fei organized her thoughts and forced herself to focus on her hands, feeling every stroke that the person wrote with her hands.
The words jumping on the rice paper seemed to come alive and were deeply engraved in Han Fei's mind. Just remembering the operation of these gestures was very energy-consuming. Just one line of words made her so tired that her eyesight blurred. .
"Host, please hold on! The longer you hold on, the better the effect will be!"
Taobao's voice barely entered Han Fei's mind. She bit the tip of her tongue, forced herself to wake up, and then used more perseverance to remember those words.
Each stroke is as if engraved in the bone marrow.