Baby you've been counted

Let go of Han Beier's hand?

Why is it that just thinking about it makes my heart hurt like a knife?

He can't bear it!

I can't bear to let Belle follow someone else, what if that person makes Belle feel wronged?

Only when he is by Belle's side, can he feel at ease—because, he will never, ever, be willing to hurt her at all!

No!

Never just let go!

He must fight again, to get Belle back by his side

Because, he always believes that he must be the person who loves Belle the most in this world, and the person who can make Belle happy the most!

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Another ten days passed, and Dongfang Ao had recovered. Han Beier felt that she had done her best, found Feiyan, and proposed to leave Qingyun Feidu, but she didn't expect Feiyan to look at her with a treacherous smile on her face.

"Belle, good Belle, good Belle, for the sake of my hard work for so long, can you do me a favor?" Feiyan began to show his charming smile again

"Stop, stop!" Han Bei'er showed a thankful expression, and patted goosebumps all over her body, "I beg you, Master Fei, if you have something to say, please speak up quickly, and don't take me so disgustingly!"

"Bei'er!" Feiyan covered his chest, looked at Han Bei'er sadly, with a heartbroken face, "Oh! I am also your savior after all, how could you hit me like this, I..."

"Stop!" Han Bei'er quickly covered Feiyan's mouth with her hand, so as not to be disgusted by Feiyan, "I'll help! Can't I help you? I beg you not to torture me anymore!"

Oh my God!

She really can't stand Feiyan's "charming" look!

"It's actually very simple, it's a very small favor!" Feiyan approached Han Bei'er, smiling flatteringly, "I have a very important dance tonight, but I haven't found a suitable dance partner yet. Will our most beautiful, noble, elegant, and dignified Miss Belle be my dance partner tonight?"

After Feiyan finished speaking, she looked pitiful and looked at Han Beier eagerly.

"No partner? Feiyan! Do you think I'm mentally handicapped? No partner? How dare you say that? You are not the young master who hooks your fingers casually, and the nymphomaniacs around you don't immediately rush up one by one. How dare you talk to me I said you don't have a partner?" Han Bei'er gave Feiyan a hard look with an idiot look in her eyes, "Feiyan! Are you thinking of something else to plot against me?"

"My Miss Belle! You are backed by a group of my best friends, how dare I!" Feiyan frowned, with a bitter expression on his face, "If I dare to plot against you, Miss Bell, my group of best friends will not let you down!" I'm torn apart!"

"Cut!" Han Bei'er pouted, "I don't believe it!"

"I don't care!" Feiyan stared, and he played a rogue again, "I don't care if you believe it or not! Anyway, you have promised me just now, you have to help me! I will prepare clothes and jewelry for you. Your dancing partner is you!"

Feiyan put down these words and fled as if fleeing. Han Beier looked at his back and shook her head amusingly. She was very curious at the moment—wondering what kind of tricks Feiyan was going to play, and what kind of tricks Feiyan was going to play for him. She is looking for some excitement, but then again, the recent days have been boring enough, she really should find some excitement!