my villain is too cute

Chapter 898 Spoiling the Prince (21)

Just across the door, he could hear Han Jin's words very clearly.

Ye Ming held the medicine bottle tightly, "My son, this is the medicine given by my concubine, I'd better keep it safe."

Ruan Fang stretched out his hand from the quilt, the sleeve slid to the elbow, revealing a white wrist.

"Hurry up and hand it over."

The tone was slow, a little soft, and a little unquestionable.

Ye Ming hesitated, but still handed over the medicine bottle.

Ruan Fang held two medicine bottles, and retracted his hands under the quilt.

"You go out."

"Yes."

When Ye Ming left, Ruan Fang stretched out his hand again and raised it to look at the medicine bottle in his hand.

It is a cylindrical transparent bottle, the material cannot be seen, but it looks very strong and beautiful.

Under the candlelight, there is a faint halo, and the colorful candies inside are more and more bright.

The mouth of the bottle is a cork, some kind of wood, with a sweet smell.

Ruan Fang took the medicine bottle and shook it, the color flashed across his eyes, he looked at the medicine bottle, the light in his eyes gradually cleared up, a bit hazy.

After a long time, he put the bottle under the pillow, turned over and fell asleep again.

Something is quietly changing.
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Afterwards, Han Jin passed away at Zifu, and it was obvious that Ruan Fang's attitude towards her had softened a lot.

The most obvious change is that he won't talk about Miss Xu one by one, and he won't mention the matter of retiring the engagement, unless Han Jin makes him anxious.

"Miss Xu, consider retiring the engagement?"

On the bed, Ruan Fang sat cross-legged, with his back leaning on a big soft panda pillow, which Han Jin made for him.

Looking at the mess of playing cards on the bed with smiling almond eyes, he lightly said a threatening word.

On the opposite side, Han Jin pursed his lips, and took the king back.

"Your Majesty."

Ruan Fang threw down the other king's card in his hand, his brows and eyes were curved, and his pink lips had a gentle curve.

"It's your turn." Ruan Fang raised his chin and said to Han Jin.

Han Jin looked at the cards in his hand, remained silent for two seconds, and put them down.

"Four twos."

Ruan Fang has only four aces left.

After being silent for several seconds, Han Jin pursed his lips, stretched out his hand, retracted the four twos, and said in a muffled voice, "Not coming out."

Ruan Fang put down the cards, clapped his little hands, and said with a smile, "I won."

On the side, Ye Ming and Ye Fu put down a pile of cards in their hands, they just came to make up the number.

Ruan Fang reached out to take the note, dipped it in the tea on the table, his bright eyes looked cold.

"Come here."

Han Jin pursed his lips, propped his elbows on the bed, and leaned over.

A beautiful face was magnified in front of his eyes, and the distance between the two quickly shortened to only two inches wide, and he felt the other's breath easily.

Seeing this, Ye Ming and Ye Fu curled their lips and quietly left the room with interest.

Ruan Fang slammed into Han Jin's eyes, and was stunned for a while, then turned his head to look away, and pushed her shoulder with his hand.

"You're too close."

Han Jin's face was expressionless, and a lot of thoughts flashed through his mind.

She said, "It's not close, so it's convenient for you to post."

What a hell!

Ruan Fang put the note on the table, leaned back, fell on the panda pillow, and turned over lazily.

"Stop playing."

Han Jin looked at the young man and raised his eyebrows, feeling a little regretful.

Putting away the playing cards, Han Jin sat by the bed and picked up the book, flipping through it casually.

In the room, except for the sound of flipping books, it was peaceful and quiet.

Looking back, Ruan Fang saw the woman's delicate and cold side face. Under the candlelight, the lines of the face were terribly beautiful.

He kicked her up.

"what happened?"

Han Jin raised his eyes and looked at him.

Ruan Fang pursed his lips, quietly withdrew his feet, thought for a while, and muttered in a low voice, "Who told you to go to my bed?"

Han Jin: ...

(End of this chapter)