Mo Yinchu said casually, but the deep eyes under the mask stared at her for a moment, not letting go of any emotional changes in her.

The sleeves of the shirt were clenched so hard that the nails were cut into the fine flesh of the palms, but Mu Chenran's expression did not fluctuate in the slightest.

The shock and anger in her heart are best known only to herself.

Originally...... When she naively thought that she only needed to pray for her father's safety on the battlefield, someone in the dark had already stretched out her claws to them impatiently.

When the carriage stopped steadily, Mu Chenran pulled back from his contemplation, jumped out of the carriage and found that he had arrived at the Regent's Mansion.

Just when she wanted to say that she wanted to go back, Mo Yinchu asked her to go over and push her into the house.

After entering the house, she asked her to go to the box in the cupboard, and the person who took it was already sitting on the soft couch.

"Sit down." Mo Yinchu pointed to the soft edge.

Under his gaze, Mu Chenran obediently sat on the soft collapse.

"Spread your hands out."

Obediently spread out her hand, Mo Yinchu looked at the eye-catching moon tooth marks in the white and tender palm, a cold light crossed her deep eyes, and then took out a white jade bottle from the box she brought, and dripped some condensation from the inside on the injured palm.

"No matter what happens, you shouldn't hurt yourself in the slightest." Mo Yinchu lowered his eyes, and a deep voice overflowed from his thin lips, making people unable to hear any emotion, but there was a somewhat indescribable depression for no reason.

The cold fingertips gently rubbed the condensation a little bit, and the palms that were a little painful felt hot for some reason.

The heart also felt a little uncomfortable, and Mu Chenran hurriedly turned his head away.

In his previous life, he added blood to the tip of the knife, so injuries were inevitable.

But there was only that person, and even if she lost a single hair, he would be distressed.

In this life, she thought that without that person, even if she lost her head, few people would not feel distressed.

But I didn't want to say such things at this time because the person in front of me suddenly felt so hurt in her palm.

"It hurts?"

Looking at her with her head turned sideways and twisting her eyebrows, Mo Yinchu's brows under the mask also tightened.

She hurriedly turned her head and shook it, and said with a light smile that she didn't.

Looking at the man who was so careful to deal with the small injury in his palm, the corners of Mu Chen's lips hooked a shallow arc, tilted his head and asked, "Lord Wang, have you always been so merciful and cherished?" ”

"It's not."

So neatly answered?

The smile on the corners of Mu Chen's lips deepened a little, his head tilted a little, and he looked directly at Mo Yinchu's eyes and asked him, "Then why do you care about my palms being so hurt?" ”

"Could it be that you are distressed because I am about to become your princess?" She asked, smiling and raising an eyebrow.

But after waiting for a long time and not waiting for any answer, she felt a little bored, so she stopped asking.

Although they had never crossed paths before, after all, there were countless rumors about the man in front of them.

She didn't believe that this man could be someone who knew how to pity the jade, but she wanted to know his purpose.

What is his purpose?

His eyes were rolling slightly, and he thought to himself, when suddenly he caught a glimpse of a light red, so his eyes focused on the light red.

After the wound on his right hand was medicated, Mu Chenran stretched out his right index finger and gently poked the red ear, and said very funny, "Lord Wang, are you cold?" Or is it hot? Why are your ears red? ”