Leng Ai Princess VS Fengyun Fourth Prince

Nangong Minglu brushed off his hand that was checking whether he was injured, and asked him with tears in his eyes: "Why? Why did you suddenly become so nice to me? What the hell are you planning?"

Han Xiyan slightly parted his lips, but was speechless.

What can he say?

Does he want to say that he fell in love with her because she saved his mother when she was seven years old?

However, that was just an excuse!

He fell in love with her from the first moment he saw her!

It seemed to be destined somewhere, without reason or reason.

Although she hurt him countless times, he was still hopelessly in love with her.

He had thought he hated her.

However, what he hated was only that she didn't love him!

But, can you tell her that?

She had treated him so cruelly, but he wanted to tell her that he fell in love with her from the first moment he saw her. Would she think he was a masochist?

He was silent for a long time, and finally had nothing to say.

Nangong Minglu couldn't bear to look any longer, turned around quietly and left.

Maybe, what Xu Muyang said was not right at all...

Maybe, Han Xiyan doesn't like her at all...

Maybe, this is called an enemy...

Nangong Minglu got into her bedroom and fell into a drowsy sleep.

He slept until after nine o'clock in the evening before waking up in a daze.

I was stunned for a while, feeling a little hungry, and then I remembered that I hadn't eaten for a day, so I decided to go downstairs to find something to eat.

She went out in a dizzy state, walked to the stairs, and suddenly remembered that she forgot to take her mobile phone, so she turned and went back to the bedroom to get it.

Pushing open the door, she just took two steps, she just stayed in place as if Sun Wukong read the word "fix".

Not far from her, Han Xiyan was standing in the room wearing only a pair of shorts, holding pajamas in his hands, with water dripping from his head, it seemed that he had just bathed and was about to rest.

When Han Xiyan heard the sound of the door being pushed, he looked over in astonishment, but what he saw was Nangong Minglu staring at him dumbfounded.

Nangong Minglu's brain froze. When she saw Han Xiyan, she also saw the furnishings in the bedroom. The decoration style was completely different from her bedroom and told her that she had gone to the wrong bedroom.

After a few seconds, Nangong Minglu's brain was finally able to think normally. She quickly turned around and rushed towards the door, hoping to leave this place that made her want to bump her head to death.

Unexpectedly, the gods from all walks of life were so helpful this time, as if they heard her heart, she bumped into the door frame in a panic.

Because of the force, she almost suffered a concussion, her head was knocked and there was a buzzing sound, and there were stars in front of her eyes.

Han Xiyan threw away the pajamas in his hand, rushed to Nangong Minglu at the fastest speed, held her face with his hands, and asked nervously, "What's wrong? Where did it hit? Where did it hit?"

This time it was really painful!

Nangong Minglu knelt down and covered her head, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

Han Xiyan squatted down, and helped Nangong Minglu up from the ground in distress. Seeing that Nangong Minglu's forehead had already been bluish-purple, his heart tightened violently, and he carefully lightened Nangong Minglu's forehead. Breathe lightly, "Is it painful? Just bear with it, I'll find some wound medicine for you!"

Han Xiyan turned around, rummaged through the drawer, and finally found some medicine for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis. He turned around and carefully applied it on Nangong Minglu's forehead. Lock the door! It's my fault..."

Nangong Minglu stared up at Han Xiyan in a daze. He was looking at the bruise on her forehead with distress, and his painful expression seemed to hurt more than the injury on his own body.

After the coldness and indifference of the past faded from his eyes full of love, they turned out to be as deep and charming as a pool of autumn water.

Nangong Minglu's heart became chaotic and began to beat wildly, as if trying to escape the restraint of her chest and burst out of her body.

Nangong Minglu lowered his eyes in a panic, and his panicked eyes inadvertently fell on Han Xiyan's chest.

He was bare-chested, and the skin that had just been bathed was firm, powerful, and glistening with a seductive luster. His bones were clear and well-proportioned, almost perfect.

But on this perfect chest, there is a hideous scar occupying the position of the heart, which looks so incongruous.

A sense of guilt welled up in Nangong Minglu's heart - that's what she left behind!

That's the evidence that she scalded Han Xiyan with boiling water!

She is qualified to stand here and accept Han Xiyan's love and care?

What reason does Han Xiyan have to love and care for her?