Time passed slowly, and it was almost impossible to hold on anymore. Han Fei's sweat dripped from his forehead bit by bit, and his whole body seemed to have been drilled tens of thousands of times.
Tired, an unprecedented feeling of exhaustion swept over her. Han Fei almost thought she was going to faint. She was just writing, but it felt like her body was empty.
Having forgotten the past for so long, Han Fei's eyes were blurred and the hand holding the pen was trembling.
When the last stroke came down, the hand holding her slowly loosened, and the cold embrace behind her gradually pulled away.
"Ding~ The empathy completion rate is 80%! Congratulations to the host!"
When the scenery in front of her began to distort, Han Fei couldn't help but sit down. The chair made a squeaking sound, which scared her so much that she immediately jumped up, fearing that she would break the chair.
Sweat had soaked her clothes, and even the hair on her forehead was wet, making it sticky and uncomfortable on her face.
Han Fei breathed heavily, put her hands on the desk, and saw a brand new, well-played, almost identical font to that one appearing in front of her hand.
Han Fei was stunned. Was this written by her
In order to confirm her suspicion, Han Fei quickly picked up the pen and wrote a word again, regardless of her tired body. This time, she saw with her own eyes that the words written by her hand were the same.
Is this the result of empathy
Hearing her movements being a little loud, the person's faint voice came from inside.
"What's wrong?"
Han Fei quickly replied: "It's okay! I'll come over now!"
As he spoke, Han Fei put down the pen, crumpled the almost identical work into a ball and put it into his sleeve, then tied it with a ribbon and stumbled over.
When she was about to hit the edge of the bed, Han Fei became a little unsteady. Empathy consumed too much of her energy, almost exceeding the critical point that her body could bear. Sure enough, the cheapness of the system was not good at all. earn.
Han Fei stood reluctantly, and when she was about to bend down to get the needle, her vision suddenly went dark, her knees softened, and she couldn't help but fall down. Just when she was about to hit her forehead on the edge of the bed and a tragedy occurred, a pair of slender But the big hand suddenly stretched out and supported her whole body.
But perhaps because of her heavy weight and inertia, the hands holding her were pushed back a little, and Han Fei's head hit a cold chest.
A muffled groan sounded above the head.
Han Fei was startled, and then realized who she had crushed. She hurriedly tried to get up, but she was too tired, her hands were still trembling, and she couldn't stand up at all. Deeper.
"do not move."
Han Fei froze and didn't dare to move.
"What’s wrong with you?"
Han Fei was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to explain it, so she made an excuse and said, "Maybe I'm too tired. You know, the courses at Ama Palace are a bit fulfilling."
"Is it important to you?"
"ah?"
Han Fei didn't realize the meaning of this sentence for a while.
"Is it important to you to marry into the royal family?"
Han Fei was stunned for a moment, and finally understood what he meant. Yes, that was the original intention of Ama Palace. To this person, she was just like those beautiful girls who are eager to marry into the royal family.
Han Fei curled her lips and said, "Ah, it's very important."
The hands pressing her shoulders were a little harder.
But Han Fei continued as if she couldn't feel it.
"Because, other than that, I don't know how to live here."
She inexplicably traveled here, had a new identity and a new body inexplicably, and was inexplicably controlled by a system that controlled her life and death. What could she do? She can only move forward and survive here with the threat.
"Han Fei." He called.
"Your Majesty, please let me take it easy. I can get up after taking a rest. Your Majesty, I'm really sorry for being so abrupt."
Han Fei slowly regained her strength, and just when she was about to get up with all her strength, she was pressed down by a cold hand.
Then she heard him say.
"Does that sentence still count?"
"Your Majesty..."
"Does it count?"
Han Fei pursed her lips, understanding that he meant those words that were like a joke but firm, and she said: "Forget it."
"Then remember what you said."
Slowly letting go of the hand that held her down, Han Fei quickly stood up and escaped from the cold embrace, but the smell of herbs lingering on the tip of her nose never went away, as if her heart had opened up and penetrated inside. .
Han Fei shook her head, stopped her thoughts, quickly pulled out the needles that had been inserted, and then covered her with clothes to avoid catching the cold.
"Take it off."
After taking off the ribbon, Han Fei slowly saw the man's appearance clearly.
"How do you feel, Your Majesty?"
"There is warmth."
Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief. It looked like a success and said: "This is a good sign. If acupuncture is only needed a few times a month to smoothen the blood circulation, the prince's leg disease should be better soon."
"Um."
For a moment, both of them were silent, and there seemed to be something strange in the air.
Han Fei hesitated, and when she was about to get up and leave, she saw that the man's hand on the bed was red and swollen, and the skin was broken on the side.
"Why are you hurt?"
Han Fei subconsciously grabbed his hand and looked at the scratched wound. Some blood oozed out. After thinking about it, she realized that it might have been injured when he changed into bed just now.
"I'll bandage it up for you."
Han Fei took out her handkerchief, dipped it in water, gently wiped off the bloodshot eyes, then bandaged the wound with the handkerchief and tied it in a beautiful knot.
"Do you do this to anyone?"
Han Fei, who was admiring that her skills had not declined, was stunned. As soon as she raised her head, she ran into those dark eyes. The abyss of the pupils seemed to drag her whole body into it.
"Don't ask for anything in return, give without any scruples, and treat everything as good?"
"Wang, your lord..."
"You show up here and if I want you dead, no one will know."
"My lord, you..."
"You know, when you stepped in here, I always wanted to ask you a question."
As these words fell, Han Fei felt a coldness welling up from her tailbone. The coldness that seemed to see through her soul eroded her sanity.
Han Fei found that she couldn't even look away, and her voice was trembling horribly.
"Wang, what do you mean, Han Fei doesn't understand what you are talking about..."
Before she could finish her words, the next moment, her wrist was pulled up, and she was suddenly pulled closer. The silver mask was caught off guard and moved very close, so close that even each other's breathing could be clearly touched.
In an instant, there was a loud thunder outside the window, and lightning lit up the entire room. Han Fei saw that the eyes were no longer cold, but filled with dazzling murderous intent.
This man had murderous intentions.
"Who are you?"