In recent days, she often woke up from her dreams with the sound of rain, and the wound was like countless ants gnawing on her skin, which did not stop for a moment, and it was difficult for Feng Qingxuan to sleep.

She looked out the window at the moon, which was still glowing with an eerie white light, curled up, and clenched her teeth, probably because the wound was about to grow and close, and the wound was always itching and itching these days.

Feng Qingxuan closed his eyes slightly, forcing himself to fall asleep, the door suddenly slammed open, and a swaying figure in the darkness was walking towards the bed, Feng Qingxuan looked at Xiao Zhuo who was full of alcohol in surprise, and watched him press towards him.

Feng Qingxuan clenched the hand in the brocade quilt hard, trying to calm herself, the hot breath from Xiao Zhuo's mouth fainted to her ears, she pressed against the bed tightly, and called him worriedly: "Xiao Zhuo, you are drunk." ”

Xiao Zhuo didn't reply to a word from beginning to end, he reached out and pulled away the brocade quilt covered by Feng Qingxuan, and touched the corner of her forehead with one hand, Feng Qingxuan timidly met Xiao Zhuo's eyes, his eyes were full of warmth, even if Feng Qingxuan was desperate, he couldn't resist Xiao Zhuo's laughter.

Feng Qingxuan was stunned at the moment Xiao Zhuo had gently brushed off the thin clothes in front of her, she struggled to sit up, Xiao Zhuo had already deceived herself, she looked at Xiao Zhuo pitifully, until the next second, Xiao Zhuo kissed her earlobe affectionately, and called emotionally: "South wind, south wind......"

Feng Qingxuan trembled angrily, endured the pain, and slapped him straightforwardly, his voice was crisp, and it was very clear in the silent room, Xiao Zhuo woke up a little, his eyes were a little clearer, and he saw the person in front of him clearly, and then raised his hand to give Feng Qingxuan a slap, and the moment he made his hand, Feng Qingxuan turned sideways, lowered his head, and swallowed the salty saltiness that surged in his throat.

Xiao Zhuo hurriedly walked off the bed, and Iris who came to the door saw the blood oozing slightly from the corner of Feng Qingxuan's mouth, exclaimed, and hurriedly came to support her, Xiao Zhuo didn't let others get close, and yelled at Iris: "Get out of here for this king." ”

Feng Qingxuan was pressed on the bed by Xiao Zhuo, unable to move, but there was a strong voice from Iris in her ears: "Lord Wang, please pay attention to your identity, when the prince left, he entrusted everything to the slave maid, including Nanfeng." ”

Iris's voice seemed to calm Xiao Zhuo, he glared fiercely, got up and picked up a vase on the side of the shelf and smashed it on the ground.

Xiao Zhuo left, Feng Qingxuan was in tears, lying silently, she looked at the roof with empty eyes, gasping for breath.

Iris dressed Feng Qingxuan in thin clothes and covered the quilt, she lay in Iris arms, the days of being tortured by Xiao Zhuo turned into a nightmare and ended tonight, she knew that Iris had grabbed Xiao Zhuo's handle, a way to keep her alive.

Iris carefully held the brocade quilt on Feng Qingxuan's body, she had never seen such a gentle and delicate appearance since Linglong's death. Iris whispered to her: "Master, don't be afraid, Iris can keep you, and you can't wronged yourself in the future." ”

Feng Qingxuan looked at Iris's clear eyes and sighed deeply, closed her eyes, she touched the pillow tightly, if it wasn't for the stinging pain from her wrist, she would definitely pull out the dagger under the pillow just now and slash Xiao Zhuo with her own hands.

Now she doesn't want to speak, she just wants to sleep peacefully, and have a dream that will never burn.