Help! The beautiful host is acting like a love brain

An Chuci was very distressed.

He gently touched the sudden scar on Liang Panqian's eye. If Liang Panqian opened his eyes, he would be able to see the heartache and affection in An Chuci's eyes that were almost overflowing.

Although Liang Panqian couldn't see it, he could hear it.

When Liang Panqian heard An Chuci's words, he smiled and said, "Of course it's true, how can it be false?"

Liang Panqian also felt a little bit of An Chuci's distress from An Chuci's gentle caress.

After two years of getting along, Liang Panqian could vaguely guess An Chuci's current expression.

Liang Panqian said: "It's okay, I don't feel anything anymore."

An Chuci did not answer his words, but asked, "Is the person who hurt you dead?"

Liang Panqian said: "Of course, everyone who hurt me is dead."

An Chuci thought that he was lucky, otherwise he would not have let him die so easily if it had fallen into his hands.

No matter what, he has to live to be seventy or eighty years old, and he won't be able to die even if he wants to.

An Chuci thought that he would find a chance to get rid of this scar.

Otherwise, he would feel distressed once he saw it.

Liang Panqian raised his hand, closed his eyes and groped to block An Chuci's eyes, "Don't look at it, it's quite scary."

An Chuci shook his head and said, "It's not scary."

Liang Panqian said: "They all said it was very scary."

An Chuci bared his teeth: "Who? Who dares to say? He beat his mother so hard that she doesn't even recognize him!"

Liang Panqian could already imagine An Chuci's expression just by listening to the voice.

Liang Panqian chuckled, "They are all insignificant people. Your Highness doesn't need to care about them."

An Chuci hummed, "Don't let me catch him, otherwise he will be finished."

Liang Panqian nodded, "Okay, okay, once His Highness catches him, I must teach him a lesson."

An Chuci was reluctantly satisfied, and Liang Panqian said again: "Is that all right now? Can I please cover my eyes?"

An Chuci threw the white gauze far away, "What are you hiding? I told you not to scare people, it will be troublesome to cover it up, so let's leave it like that."

Liang Panqian hesitated for a moment, thinking that as long as he didn't open his eyes, it would be fine. He couldn't make An Chuci unhappy.

Thinking this, Liang Panqian nodded, "Okay."

An Chuci saw through Liang Panqian's intention and said again, "Can't you open your eyes?"

Liang Panqian: "...can't."

An Chuci asked: "Why? Are there scars inside?"

Liang Panqian said helplessly: "There are no scars left..."

An Chuci asked again: "You can't see it when you open your eyes?"

Liang Panqian nodded, "I can't see even if I open my eyes."

An Chuci said: "Isn't that okay? It doesn't matter whether you open your eyes or not, so just open them."

Liang Panqian sighed in his heart, he really couldn't speak to An Chuci.

Helpless, Liang Panqian had no choice but to open his eyes.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Liang Panqian was caught off guard and met An Chuci, who was very close to him.

An Chuci's eyes are very beautiful. The head of the eye is slightly lowered and the tail of the eye is upturned. It is a very standard fox eye.

The moment Liang Panqian opened his eyes, An Chuci was looking at him intently with bright eyes.

At that moment, Liang Panqian seemed to have really seen a little fox.

But Liang Panqian didn't have time to think so much. He looked away within less than a second of looking at An Chuci.

Liang Panqian's eyes stared blankly into the void, as if he really couldn't see.

An Chuci thought to himself that he acted pretty well.

And Liang Panqian also said: "Is it okay now, Your Highness? You don't have to stick to me anymore, do you?"

An Chuci curled his lips and said, "Oh, okay."

An Chuci had no excuses, so he had to step back.

An Chuci's eyes rolled. He walked to the side, picked up the soapberry, and said with a smile: "Brother, I will rub your back for you!"

Liang Panqian: "?"

Liang Panqian was stunned for two seconds, but when he saw An Chuci coming over holding the soap locust, he subconsciously took two steps back: "No, no need, Your Highness!"

An Chu said: "Why? Brother, you can't see me. I'm here to help you. Otherwise, brother, I won't use anything, just dry cleaning?"

With that said, An Chuci took two more steps forward, and his other hand was about to move: "You don't need to wear clothes to take a bath, I will help you take them off!"

Liang Panqian's face turned red quickly, and he backed away: "Your Highness, Your Highness really doesn't need it, I will do it myself!"

An Chu resigned and refused to obey him. He rushed over and took off Liang Panqian's clothes with his hand.

Liang Panqian really didn't stop him, and felt a little embarrassed.

He felt that as long as he was a woman, An Chuci would be acting like a hooligan.

But he was a man, and he was An Chuci's nominal brother. An Chuci also wanted to help Liang Panqian, so Liang Panqian didn't think of how to reject An Chuci for a moment, and he was just manipulated by An Chuci. Clothes were taken off.

Liang Panqian kept his eyes open, but he didn't dare to show any emotion, and he didn't dare to stare at An Chuci. He could only catch a glimpse of An Chuci's expression in his peripheral vision.

An Chuci saw the scar on Liang Panqian's chest at a glance.

An Chuci knew that Liang Panqian had killed enemies in battle, and he also knew that he might be the next general to rule the country in the future, so Liang Panqian would definitely have many scars on his body.

But when he actually saw it, An Chuci couldn't help but feel sad.

Even An Chuci's abdominal muscles and chest muscles, which he yearned for so much, couldn't attract him.

The excitement on An Chuci's face gradually faded away. He pursed his lips and touched the scars on Liang Panqian's chest, and said, "Can you tell me how these scars came from?"

Liang Panqian paused, then nodded, "Okay."

An Chuci put the soap aside and quietly raised his head to stare at Liang Panqian's face.

Liang Panqian could vaguely see some of An Chuci's expression. An Chuci's serious look made Liang Panqian feel a little itchy.

He wanted to reach out and pinch An Chuci's face, to rub the top of An Chuci's hair, to put An Chuci into his arms and give him a good hug.

When Liang Panqian realized what he was thinking, he couldn't help but be surprised.

How could he have such an idea? An Chuci is the prince, the future emperor, and the king of a country. His thoughts towards An Chuci were extremely rebellious and he would be beheaded if anyone knew about them.

Liang Panqian tried his best to kick the impulse out of his mind and recalled the origin of the scar on his chest.

"I remember that this was my third time following my father on the battlefield."

Liang Panqian told it quietly. In fact, there is no very intense or earth-shattering story about this scar.

But at that time, Liang Panqian saw someone attacking one of his brothers. He rushed to save the person, but he didn't expect that someone was attacking behind him. After he pushed his brother away, he just turned around and the opponent's sword came down.

His brother pulled him out in desperation, and Liang Panqian was not killed on the spot, but was severely slashed in the chest.

An Chuci raised his hand and touched the scar, and Liang Panqian trembled slightly.

An Chuci looked up, "What's wrong?"

Liang Panqian said softly: "It's a little itchy."