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Thinking of the scene he accidentally saw just now, Qing Kui's always cold face couldn't help but have a small crack-

It turns out that when the prince who seems to be cold and has little 'desire' is domineering, he is so strong!

"It's a dream soul mandal." Feng Qianxi seemed to see through his thoughts, dropped a few words lightly, picked up Yun Weiyang and turned around and entered the room.

Dream Soul Mandola?

Hearing these words, Qingkui's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly strode in.

In the room, Feng Qianxi carefully placed the person in her arms on the 'bed' couch, carefully covered her with a brocade quilt, and then sat down on the side of the 'bed'.

He didn't speak, just quietly looked at the face that was still frowning in his sleep, and his eyes looked a little heavy and complicated.

Suddenly, he raised his hand, trying to brush away a strand of fine hair on Yun Weiyang's cheek, but when he was about to touch her cheek, he paused......

I just did such a beastly thing to her, and now I have no qualifications to touch her again.

If it hadn't been for that man's intervention, the result would have been unimaginable.

Fortunately, he didn't really make a big mistake, otherwise, he would never forgive himself for the rest of his life.

And she will definitely hate herself.

Sighing lightly, his eyes suddenly darkened......

After a long time, he seemed to have made a decision, slowly raised his index finger and pressed it to the center of Yun Weiyang's eyebrows - he wanted to erase her memory of tonight.

Just think of him as 'selfish', he really doesn't want her to hate him, it will be a thousand times more painful than holding a sharp knife to pierce him in the heart.

And everything that happened just now will be buried forever in this dark and rainy night, buried in the depths of his memory.

Qing Kui waited quietly and watched, he naturally knew what Feng Qianxi was doing now, and at the same time he was a little surprised in his heart, when did the prince, who had never been close to a 'woman' or 'sex', care so much about a 'woman'?

He had the impression of this 'girl', thinking that the prince had dragged his sick body all the way to Luoqiao Town for her, just because he was afraid that she would be injured.

And during the day, in the bamboo forest in the eastern suburbs, he didn't want her to go to the Langhuan Temple to take risks, so he had to use such a heavy hand to stop her.

In fact, in the heart of the prince, he has always cared about this 'girl', how can he really be willing to hurt her.

And the prince has never released the news of her return, on the contrary, he has been secretly sending people to protect her, and the prince really cares about her.

But what he didn't understand was how virtuous and capable this 'girl' was, and why was it worth treating her like this by the prince?

The prince's body is not as good as day by day, and he doesn't know how long he can survive, if this 'girl' can really accompany the prince through the last part of his life, he will be happy to see it.

The Feng Qianxi had already put away his hand, but his face was getting paler and paler.

"Qingkui ......", he stood up, and just wanted to say something, but suddenly covered his 'chest' and coughed violently, his body shook, and he sat down again, and there was black blood slowly flowing out of the corner of his mouth......

"Lord Wang!" Qingkui hurriedly stepped forward, although his voice was always stiff, but his eyes were full of worry.

Feng Qianxi raised his hand: "It's okay......"