How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 537 Holding palms and looking at tears, I was speechless and choked 13

  Chapter 537 Holding palmistry to see tearful eyes, was speechless and condensed (13)

   Wen Xien covered the position of his heart in a daze, and was lost for a while.

   Ji Zheng, who was kneeling quietly beside him, only needed a glance to see what his Highness was thinking.

  Think of the human who abandoned her.

   Heart was aching, Wen Xien covered his eyes with his hands, felt vacant for a while, put down his hands, raised his head and saw the sharp chin of the deacon.

  Ji Zheng picked up the prince without authorization, which did not arouse the prince's dissatisfaction. He carried the prince to the bed with gentle and careful movements.

   There were two knocks outside the door, Ji Zheng got up to open the door, and came over again with a packet of medicine and a glass of water in his hand.

   "Your Highness, this can relieve the pain, let me feed you."

   Wen Xien lay on the bed and let Ji Zheng wait and drink medicine.

   To be honest, this world is the most comfortable for Wen Xien, and there are people who will serve her wherever she does. Although there are many problems on her body, she can't feel pain, which is really nice.

   System: [Heh. 】

  Wen Xien: [What are you laughing at? 】

   System: [Nothing, I think some people are still too simple. 】

  Wen Xien: [? ? ? 】

   Ji Zheng went out with the water he had not finished drinking. Under the dim light, he hesitated for a moment before lowering his head and touching the rim of the cup with his lips.

   His expression was soft and gentle, just like when he served his prince during the day, loyal and careful.

   Concentrated on the plain look, I don't know what I remembered, and my breathing and panting started to get a little faster.

  The dim light blurred his expression, and he could only hear a suppressed swallowing sound...

   The door of the room was quietly pushed open, but the deacon did not step forward and tapped lightly on the edge of the carved window. The person on the bed did not move.

   The back, which has always been supple, is also a little straight. The arrogant stance and cold eyes don't look like a deacon of a prince's shadow at all.

   He didn't look at it for long, and soon closed the door and walked towards the prince's room.

   In the dimly lit room, the silent man seemed to blend in perfectly with the surrounding environment, like a living ornament.

   He called softly, "Your Highness."

   The prince frowned faintly, calmed his expression again, and fell into a deep sleep.

   Ji Zheng's hands are very large, and like the blood clan, the temperature of his hands is also very low, just like ice cubes, he strokes his highness little by little.

The voice at night was low and sweet, reminiscent of a quaint musical instrument, as if distressed: "You still haven't put him down, have you not eaten enough? I said earlier that he is not a good thing, but you don't put him at all. Take my word to heart."

  He touched his pale jade face, focused and gentle, as if he was afraid of hurting him, cautiously and carefully.

   "Now I have become such a pitiful appearance, which makes me very distressed. Besides me, who would indulge you and spoil you so much?"

   That face, which was always handsome and docile, almost blurred, now showed a gentle and indulgent smile, seemingly helpless and willing.

   "Look, I'm so kind to you, can you... let me be presumptuous for a while."

   Ji Zheng picked up the unconscious prince, made her lean on his shoulders, and gradually hugged her from behind.

   The prince's dark hair was resting on his shoulders, face to face.

  Ji Zheng also closed his eyes, in such an intimate distance, the breaths were intertwined, as if they were the only ones left in the world to depend on each other.

   "You brought me back. In order to purify my bloodline, you once fed me with your own blood. I will never forget the taste in my life. All blood is inferior and tasteless compared to yours."

   "Ji Zheng." The man in his arms murmured.

   Ji Zheng responded softly and skillfully: "I'm here."

   The person in his arms fell asleep again in peace.

   The tears that should have been in the eyes dripped down, fell on the prince's cold skin, and rolled down all the way.

   I don’t know if it’s because I feel sorry for the prince or I hate myself.

   Ji Zheng has indeed grown up, and according to the trajectory planned by the prince, he has become a very fierce dog, which once made the arrogant prince and duke very jealous.

   It's just that maybe the prince never thought that this seemingly obedient dog would bite her back one day!

   Ji Zheng rubbed her face in confusion: "I didn't want to do it so much, but I'm afraid that if I don't, you will abandon me and run away with humans."

   The fierce and unusual mad dog hugged his master and slowly lay down on the bed, with no gaps in intimacy, and a terrifying possessiveness.

   "It's all your fault. You were betrayed by him and became so vulnerable and harmless. How can people give up,"

"No one can see this fragile picture, only show it to me, only let me hug you, and only trust me. It seems that it belongs to me alone. That's why I become more and more strange, in order to You, worry about gain and loss."

  How could he have thought that he would become ignorant of himself again, and his heart was warm. It was as if this person existed in this world for her.

Ji Zheng smiled, softly doting: "It's your fault. Do you know how beautiful you look? People like you, if you don't have a noble bloodline, will be eaten by every inch and your bones. Not left. My lord."

Ji Zheng hugged her tighter, like someone else's treasure that was about to be returned at any time: "but it doesn't matter, with me, nothing will happen, please remember, no one will really love you, Except me...except me."

   Word by word, his voice was low like a demon whispering, full of evil thoughts, like hypnosis, curses, and oaths, pouring into the ears of the person in his arms.

  ——

   I don't know if it was an illusion, Wen Xien always felt that Lu Guining looked at her strangely.

  If I have to say it clearly, it is love and hate.

   It's understandable for Wen Xien to hate, after all, she has done a lot of things that are not human.

   But love? ! !

   Wen Xien put down the knife and fork, and there was no rise, so he asked the servant to clean up everything on the table, but Lu Guining cleaned up first.

  Although he thought it was unnecessary, Wen Xien didn't say anything. He leaned back on the chair and filled the entire stool, because he was thinking about things for a while.

"boom!!!"

  The harsh sound of the glass breaking made Wen Xien jump in his mind.

   When he returned to his senses, he found that Lu Guining was kneeling in front of him again at some point.

  What is this...

   "Go down."

Wen Xien said this very seriously, but the kneeling one was completely indifferent. Wen Xien said "tsk" in her heart, but just after eating, she was languidly wearing this brittle bone and didn't want to make a big move. She didn't want to. He bent over, so he directly crossed his legs, stretched out his feet, and pressed the center of his shoes against the opponent's chin. He just lifted Lu Guining's face up: "What are you doing, like kneeling?"

  Wen Xien is not interesting, but the action she made is insulting enough.

   (end of this chapter)