Bewitching prince my husband

Suddenly opened his eyes, huh?How is heaven so familiar?Isn't this the palace?

"Awake? Do you feel that... don't get excited, the blood is oozing out again!"

When I saw that face that was more beautiful than Furong, I suddenly realized that God was still waiting for me in a hurry, so I fell back to the human world to suffer. When I saw the person in front of me talking, I could only stare at him bitterly. .

"Li... ah!" When I moved my mouth, I couldn't make a sound, my tongue was tingling, and the smell of iron filled me again, I felt dizzy for a while, and closed my eyes with some difficulty.

"If the prince doesn't want him to die, don't provoke him anymore. You should go out first." A clear voice was full of accusations.

Opening his eyes and looking over, it turned out to be Han Mo Diao, for some reason, his eyes were clouded with mist, and now his heart was filled with mixed feelings, and he especially wanted to drag someone into tears.

He met my hateful eyes, Chi Zhonghan's ashen face, hesitated for a while, and said something helplessly, without arguing with Han Mo Diao, he turned and left the room.

When the figure disappeared, Han Mo Diao walked by the bed, knelt down to check for me, "Open your mouth wider, and I'll change the belt for you."

I did as he said, one by one.

Feeling that the stinging pain was relieved, and there was still some peculiar fragrance, she couldn't speak, and could only look at Han Mo Diao beside the bed with watery eyes.

He looked unfair, "My lord has gone too far this time."

That's the only sentence.

I closed my eyes weakly, how can I expect anything?

Probably because of seeing my painful appearance, the serious Han Mo Diao hesitated, but still said: "Don't be too hard on yourself, Wang Ye...you just have to follow his wishes, don't contradict him, and don't provoke him. You You are still young, life is still precious, no matter how painful you are now, you will get better tomorrow, don’t commit suicide.”

What did I not understand what he said?I have committed suicide once, and the pain from my tongue, how dare I have second thoughts?

"You rest well, I'll come back tomorrow."

Sighing helplessly, Han Mo Diao carried his suitcase and left.I looked at the top of the beam and clearly felt the pain from every wound in my body.

But, where is the pain in the heart?

The pain was so dizzy that I felt someone sneaking in. In fact, I knew it was Chi Zhonghan. The fragrance on his body was unique, and I could smell it from a distance of two feet.

I felt that person approaching the bed lightly, stroking the hair on my forehead, and then staring at my face, those two burning gazes did not leave for a long time.

He frowned, and the pain on his tongue was very clear.

"Does it hurt somewhere?" Finally, the person standing by the bed couldn't help but open his mouth. I didn't open my eyes, I didn't want to see him.

And the person next to the bed seems to have become extremely patient and tempered. He couldn't get my response, so he said softly: "If it hurts, move your hands. I'll show you. Mo Diao left a lot of pain." Take the medicine."

And I, still motionless, except for frowning.

The man was reluctant to give up, "You like Lan You's maid, so I'll give it to you, okay? Or, do you prefer to practice martial arts with Ouyang Mo? I'll let him teach you, okay?"

The hand inside moved unconsciously, and I moved my face in with difficulty. What I wanted most was to block my ears and stop listening.

"If you are so eager to leave, I will allow you to leave after you recover..."

I turned around suddenly, stared wide-eyed, and found that the man was very close to me, just a few steps away, and I was looking for authenticity on that alluring face.

Then, that unbelievably beautiful face showed a smile, making it even more youthful; the pink lips moved again, "I won't lie to you, if you really want to leave, get well soon."

I stared blankly at this kind of promise to me, like a fantasy from the Arabian Nights. I don’t know what kind of tricks he was playing, but deep down, there was a voice, persuading me to believe, to get better soon, to persuade me leave now.

Closing my eyes, I nodded with difficulty, indicating that I understood.

When I was moved, the bed shook slightly, and I felt that there was another person lying beside me. I stared, and my body had already fallen into an embrace, and then a man's voice came: "Go to sleep, I will hold you."

"..." I couldn't speak, and I didn't want to. I just stared at the snow-white top of the bed, my body was stiff, how could I sleep?

"Can't sleep? Or does it hurt somewhere?" There was a gust of hot air blowing over my ear, itching.

My face became hot, and I continued to stare at the top of the bed.

"If it hurts, reach out, and I'll take a look for you; if you can't sleep, I'll accompany you." The person next to the ear continued to whisper, completely different from the violent man before, like two different people.

As a last resort, I stretched out my hand, raised it not too high, and wrote three words in the air: You are annoying.

I don't know if he understood, but the strength of his arms around me didn't loosen, and the pillow didn't leave my ear, and then came a faint voice: "You're about to leave, let me hug you more, is it okay?"

That sound of grievance seemed to be me who was wrong from the beginning.The majestic King Han actually managed to make such a tone, I could only roll my eyes silently, speechless.

"Weihe, you don't even have a trace of nostalgia?" There was a long sigh in my ear.

Body froze, these words hit my heart.Nostalgia?Looking at the snow-colored top of the bed, what can I miss?What do I dare to miss?What qualifications do I have to be nostalgic?

I was stimulated to a weakness that I didn't want to touch, and I let out a heavy breath, because the faint pain in my heart was more uncomfortable than the injury on my body.

Chi Zhonghan, Chi Zhonghan, the first time I saw you, I knew you were a monster who came here to harm my nightmares.

Open your mouth, "I liked you..."

This sentence, did not make a sound, and he will not let him know in this life.

She closed her eyes to prevent the water from flowing out, bit her lower lip hard against the pain of her tongue, not wanting to show weakness or any mercy.

The head was broken off, a pair of slightly cold lips pressed against her, and she held it gently, without doing anything else, just holding it like this, very light and soft.

Open your eyes wide, stare too close, but you can't see the face clearly, only see the long curling eyelashes, which is also fascinating.

I don't know how long it took before it was released, and the man smiled evilly: "Is it not so painful anymore?"

"..." I was stunned and blushed unapologetically.

This person... is really shameless!

"Why stare at me? However, the way you stare at people is quite energetic. It's better than the scary one in the morning." As he said, he stretched out his hand and gently rubbed my soft lips. The tenderness in those eyes, It hurts my heart to see it.

Is this... real or fake?I want to ask.