Jiang Nuan carefully identified the shape of her lips and found that what she said, she could understand every word when she opened it alone, if it was connected, she seemed to be listening to a book from heaven.

She didn't understand......

Jiang Nuan's curly eyelashes trembled, a little frustrated.

She originally thought that she knew so many languages and knowledge, even if she couldn't help, she wouldn't be blinded.

But the reality poured cold water on her, and when she really faced Li Xichen's life, she knew how ignorant and humble she was.

She has never understood everything about Li Xichen.

His identity, his family, his everything...... She didn't know anything.

An Qiqing, on the other hand, was able to discuss his responsibilities, his family, and his past with him......

Jiang Nuan suddenly felt that the cake in his mouth had lost its taste.

She threw the spoon away, trying to convince herself not to look at it, but after a few tries, her eyes still stuck unconsciously.

She lay on the table, forcing herself to listen to what An Qiqing had to say as if she were obsessive-compulsive, trying to understand what she meant.

Time passed slowly.

An Qiqing kept saying that her mouth didn't seem to be tired, and her voice was not hurried from beginning to end.

The muscles on her face don't seem to stiffen, and her smile is always so sweet and warm.

Jiang Nuan felt like a pet and a toy of Li Xichen.

He can give her all the favor and power, and he will make her a good person for nothing, and be respected by everyone.

But she couldn't enter his powerful spiritual world, and she could never get in touch with the strength and depth of a man in his heart.

He and she are like people from two worlds.

He is a god who lives and kills from above.

She's a little orphan girl who doesn't know anything but design.

This feeling of being absolutely overpowered on a spiritual level is a little uncomfortable.

Jiang Nuan blinked his sour eyes, and suddenly saw An Qiqing leaning over, raising his hand to open a document, and pushing it to Li Xichen's hand.

And her fingers, as if inadvertently, slid over Li Xichen's fingertips.

Jiang Nuan only felt that a string in his brain that had been taut all the time was completely broken with a "snap".

She tried to stand up, but her raised knee slammed into the corner of the table because of the abrupt movement.

Jiang Nuan let out an "ah", and painful tears immediately flowed out.

Li Xichen quickly flashed in from outside the door, picked her up from the barstool, sat down on the sofa, and raised his hand to lift her skirt.

I saw that on the fragile knees, there was a large patch of blue, and the bright red blood stained the snow-white skin, which was particularly dazzling.

Li Xichen stared at the wound, and for the first time his expressionless face showed emotion, an emotion similar to distress.

Jiang Nuan was covered in cold sweat, lying on his shoulder, unable to speak for a long time.

There was suddenly a smell of alcohol in the room, and An Qiqing came over, holding these two things in his hand, frowning and saying, "It's bleeding, it's better to eliminate the poison." ”

She crouched down and wiped the bleeding with an alcohol-soaked cotton swab.

As soon as the alcohol touched the wound, Jiang Nuan seemed to tremble with the electric shock, and tried hard to pull his leg back.

Li Xichen's face turned cold, "Get out of the way!" ”

An Qiqing's face turned pale for a moment.

Li Xichen carefully held Jiang Nuan's thin white and delicate calf, stared at the bleeding wound, and suddenly leaned down.

His thin lips pressed against her skin......