When Qin Che saw those big white teeth, his tightly clenched hands slowly loosened. He curled the corners of his lips silently, sweeping away the pain in his chest.
Han Fei ran forward happily. She was originally eager to take credit, but she was shocked when she saw blood oozing from the bandaged area on his neck.
"Why haven't you dealt with it yet?"
Han Fei was so anxious that she forgot about etiquette and just stepped forward, frowning, reaching out and gently touching his neck. She felt even more distressed after noticing a slight tremor under her hand.
Han Fei didn't realize how close they were, close enough for him to see the worry in her eyes, sincere and unconcealed.
"Do you have any gold-creating medicine? You are still bleeding! What should I do? I don't have anything on my hands now..."
The more Han Fei thought about it, the more regretful she became. Why didn't she exchange some medicinal powder when she first arrived? You already have so much debt anyway, why are you still worried about this
Seeing that he was injured now, Han Fei was heartbroken. Just when she was about to turn around to find Gale to get some medicine, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.
Those are cold hands.
Han Fei stared blankly at the hand holding her. His fingers were as slender as white jade, and he held her tightly, as if he didn't want to let go.
Han Fei followed his hand and slowly looked at his face. The silver mask on his face had several cracks and even a hole missing. The exposed eyes were very dark and deep, like the starry sky. It was so beautiful, she even saw her own reflection in it, silly.
"The king... the prince..."
"Qin Che."
"Ah... hmm?"
"Ache."
He said stubbornly: "Ache."
Han Fei's heart suddenly trembled. She looked at those eyes and seemed to have lost her mind. She could not even hear the system's notification sound in her mind.
The mouth opened and closed, and the lips trembled.
"Ah, Ah Che..."
Qin Che smiled and raised his thin lips. It was a pure smile, clean and stunning.
Han Fei heard her heart beating unsatisfactorily, and she felt like a deer bumping into each other. She wailed in her heart, "What a sin!" Don’t use beautiful things like this! She, her girlish heart can hardly bear it anymore!
Just when Han Fei was so moved that she was about to express her loyalty, her beautiful thin lips uttered two words again.
"Little Fatty."
In an instant, all the charm disappeared.
Han Fei stared blankly at the man's smile which deepened, as if her reaction had amused him.
"Are you worried about me anymore? Fatty."
Fatty
Fatty
Was she hallucinating
How could the always aloof male god say such a thing
Han Fei thought she was dreaming and murmured to herself: "I must have heard wrong... I heard wrong... Yes, I heard wrong..."
Han Fei muttered to herself and tried to pull her hand away, but the next moment, the grip on her wrist suddenly deepened. She let out a cry of pain and turned her head to glare at Qin Che.
Qin Che said softly: "I don't feel any pain."
Han Fei was stunned for a moment, and shook her head quickly. Worry took over her head again. As for the shocking name, she had forgotten all about it!
"My lord, do you have any medicine? Your wound needs to be treated! It must have been torn again just now. Why did you fall down when you said you were fine? You fell so hard. Let me go first and let me take a look. Wound."
Slowly, the hand holding her loosened, and Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief. She carefully removed the bandage around his neck and saw that the hole underneath was indeed open and blood was seeping out. When I came out, I saw a medicine bottle on the table from the corner of my eye. I guessed it was the golden medicine, so I picked it up and smelled it, feeling a little surprised.
The taste of this medicine...are all precious medicinal materials.
Without time to think deeply, Han Fei treated his wounds first and put on new straps. She moved as gently as possible, but she could still feel his trembling.
It must be very painful in such a sensitive position.
Han Fei couldn't help nagging again, "My lord, don't do this next time. Your body is too weak. Even if you lose blood, you won't be able to make up for it!"
After finally wrapping the bandage again, Han Fei looked around and felt relieved.
But the way Qin Che looked at her made Han Fei feel a little nervous. The look seemed a little different from usual, but she couldn't tell what was different, or even...
Whenever Han Fei thinks of the name A Che, she blushes and doesn't dare to look directly at him.
In order to break the overly ambiguous atmosphere, Han Fei coughed and said, "Did you see it! Your Majesty! My performance!"
He looked at her and said softly: "I've been watching."
Watch you shine brightly on stage.
Look at you waving your charm.
Looking at you up there, farther and farther away from me.
Han Fei's eyes lit up, like a child waiting to be praised. If he had a tail, it would be wagging high at this moment.
"I, I tried my best! I tried my best! You, have you seen... I, outside the wall I made up for you, have you seen those scenery and scenes? I, what I want to show you... "
There was a lot she wanted to say, but at this moment, Han Fei seemed to be stuttering. She tried hard to express what she meant, but the more she spoke, the more anxious she became and the more she stuttered.
Looking at her appearance, Qin Che's chest felt a little hot. He clenched his hands and whispered, "I saw it."
Han Fei giggled. She didn't know how to place her hands and feet and was trembling all the time. She said: "As long as you saw it... It's the back. I failed. I didn't finish the whole song. I'm sorry... Did I disappoint you?" "
Han Fei said the last sentence very quietly and a little uneasily.
"You did very well."
"Really?"
Han Fei was pleasantly surprised.
"Um."
Qin Che nodded.
"That's great... I'm afraid you can't see it. I've put my best efforts here, although... maybe it's not as stunning as Han Yan's dance... You must like her show more, she dances very beautifully..."
As she spoke, Han Fei didn't know why her tone became sour. She half-knelt on the ground, lowered her head, thinking that she had been dismissive or even indifferent before, but when she After she said it, she realized that...it wasn't that she didn't care, she just didn't dare to care.
"Han Fei."
She looked up.
He saw the uneasiness in her eyes.
Suddenly, he reached out his hand, placed it on her head, and rubbed it gently.
Han Fei's eyes widened for a moment, and she was a little unbelievable. Could such gentle movements really be done by this prince who used to be as cold as ice
"You did very well."
At this moment, Han Fei's eyes were a little moist, and she whispered back.
"Yes... thank you."
"Ache."