Reborn Princess

Qin Ji dragged Ye Qinghe all the way to his yard, but Ye Qinghe broke free from his grasp.

"You hurt me," Ye Qinghe rubbed his wrist and accused the person in front of him.

Qin Ji was speechless for a moment as he was accused by her before he could even utter the words he had prepared in his mind.

Looking at Ye Qinghe rubbing his wrist with a look of grievance, Qin Ji began to regret his impulsiveness.

"Sorry." His voice was a little stiff.

"Let me see." Just as Qin Ji finished speaking, a tender white little hand stretched out in front of him.

They were both standing outside the yard, and in the moonlight they could vaguely see her red wrist.

In such a dark night, you can still see the color of her wrist, and you can imagine how red her wrist was from being gripped by him.

Qin Ji slowed down his strength and gently lifted her arm, saying, "I'll get you a towel to cool it down."

"Okay!" Ye Qinghe withdrew his hand and raised his foot to follow Qin Ji. Qin Ji suddenly stopped and Ye Qinghe bumped into his back.

"hiss"

Ye Qinghe covered his forehead in pain and looked up at him.

"What did you stop for?"

Qin Ji coughed lightly, "You, a girl, don't want my room..."

"Ye Ji'an!"

Ye Qinghe yelled his name, "You made me so injured and you didn't let me into the house at night. You...you abused me!"

Ye Qinghe's tears started to flow again after she finished shouting, "You've been mean to me since you came to the Qin family... You're bad... You're annoying!"

Qin Ji was stunned. He looked down at Ye Qinghe, whose eyes were filled with water, sparkling tears dripping down, and he roared those words like an angry little rabbit.

"That was not what I meant……"

Seeing her crying like this, Qin Ji hurriedly explained, "It's just that this is not good for your reputation."

Ye Qinghe still didn't listen to him and kept sobbing.

"But is it hurt?" Qin Ji bent down slightly and tried to lift her bangs to check the injury on her forehead.

When Ye Qinghe saw him bending down, she immediately stood on tiptoe and kissed him on the lips.

It was late at night and the dew was heavy, and his lips were very cold.

They separated in an instant. After Ye Qinghe stood firm, she looked at his expression which seemed to be unable to recover for a long time and ran back to his room.

The door was opened and closed again. Ye Qinghe leaned against the door with her heart pounding. She tried to regulate her breathing, but her face had already turned red.

Qin Ji didn't come back to his senses until he heard the door close. He frowned and looked in the direction Ye Qinghe ran away. After a long time, he reached out and touched his lips, his eyes deep.

Ye Qinghe felt a little annoyed that she couldn't hold back just now. Given her brother's temper, if he knew how she felt about him, he would probably throw her out.

Ye Qinghe leaned against the door for a long time, the scene just now was still in his mind. He kept recalling it, making him blush and his heart beat fast.

But when she thought of the person standing outside the door, she didn't know how to face him.

There was a knock on the door and Ye Qinghe was almost frightened and jumped away.

Seeing that the door took a long time to open, Qin Ji knocked on it again.

Halfway through knocking, the door was opened. Ye Qinghe stood in the room and opened the door with a guilty look on his face.

"elder brother."

Ye Jian held a bottle of medicine and a basin of water in his hand. "I hurt your wrist just now. Let me apply some medicine on it for you."

Ye Qinghe pursed her lips and looked at him, wondering why he didn't mention what happened just now.

"You..." Ye Qinghe was about to speak when he was interrupted by Qin Ji.

"Go in first and help you deal with it."

Candles were lit in the room, and two people were sitting around a small table.

Qin Ji patiently washed Ye Qinghe's hands and covered them with a towel without saying a word the whole time.

Ye Qinghe felt a little depressed by this strange atmosphere. She frowned as if she had done something wrong and didn't dare to move.

After cleaning his hands, Qin Ji looked up at her face again.

Ye Qinghe didn't dare to look him in the eye and immediately avoided his gaze. Then she glanced at Qin Ji reaching out his hand to her and Ye Qinghe held her breath.

The hand fell on his forehead, but Ye Qinghe still didn't dare to act rashly and just blinked his eyes.

Qin Ji lifted the hair from her forehead and saw that her forehead was also red, so he sighed.

"You've been spoiled since you were little, and now you've learned the skills of climbing walls and throwing tantrums, but in the end you're the one who gets hurt."

Qin Ji parted Ye Qinghe's hair, took out the medicine bottle and opened the cork.

"Close your eyes," he said.

Ye Qinghe obediently closed his eyes.

The powder was sprinkled on my forehead, it felt cool and quite comfortable.

Qin Ji saw Ye Qinghe close her eyes, and looked at her face in the candlelight. The corners of her eyes were wet as if there were still tears.

She was taken very good care of by the Ye family. No one wanted her to suffer or get tired, and they just wanted her to be well pampered.

How could he lay his hands on such a gifted girl?