The meaning in the man's eyes was obvious, and the injury had nothing to do with him. lā

The painter frowned and looked at him deeply, his eyes were relative for a long time, and a thin smile overflowed from the corners of his eyes. The tone seemed to be a little casual and casual, "Why don't you believe it, this is what you made, Fourth Prince......"

Kwon Fei Yi's Adam's apple rolls, "When?" ”

Hua Xi said mockingly: "When you came back from the palace, didn't you drag me hard? ”

"That's when you got it?"

"Otherwise, I can't help but hurt myself because I was imprisoned by you?"

The corners of her eyebrows and eyes were dyed with a cold and alienated atmosphere, Quan Feiyi looked at it for a while, and couldn't help but open her eyes, but finally locked her eyes again, she is not a person who can harm herself, otherwise she would have been disabled for so long.

"I'm sorry."

"I can't afford it, Fourth Master. I owe you so much, whatever you do to me is due, how can I be sorry? ”

She said it sincerely, but it made Quan Feiyi feel ironic for no reason.

For such a long time, she had never complained about what he had done to her, and even if he was no matter how good he was, she just swallowed her anger silently, just because she had done unforgivable things, so what he did was a matter of course.

But is it really so taken for granted?

In fact, he himself did not know.

Remembering what she had said about letting him kill her with his own hands, maybe it was desperate to say that, right?

Quan Feiyi looked at her with complicated eyes, and only after half a voice did he say in a dumb voice: "Go out to eat." ”

"I don't want to eat it."

"You haven't eaten in a day, go out to eat!" Without saying a word, he pulled her out, sat down at the round table, and immediately ordered the maid to bring in all the supper and set it up.

"Let's get out."

"Yes, lord."

In the room, there were suddenly only two of them left.

The two faced each other, speechless to each other.

Quan Feiyi forced the chopsticks into her hand, then turned around and walked to the bookshelf and took out a medicine box, the knobly defined palm kept moving in front of her, but the chopsticks in the hand did not move half-sound, staring at his hand all the time.

"Why don't you eat it?"

“……”

In such a situation now, how can she eat?

The painter looked at the movements in his hand steadily, without saying a word.

Quan Feiyi was not reluctant, holding two bottles in his palms, and he didn't know what they contained, he walked to her left hand and raised her left hand, and the huge bruises on it made his eyebrows frown fiercely.

Especially when he thought that she had calmly said that he had caused such an injury, his heart was even more uncomfortable.

Quan Feiyi poured the medicinal wine on her skin, and the cold temperature didn't make her feel pain, but when the man's hand began to exert force, the chopsticks in the right hand that still hurt fell off.

She shuddered, and the man's eyebrows twisted into a knot.

He lifted his eyes to look at her, "It hurts, doesn't it?" ”

Of course it hurts, this sprain is already painful enough, how can he not hurt if he twists her hand so hard now?

But the painting still shook his head, and his low voice was a little muffled, "It's okay." Actually, you don't have to be busy, it will be fine in two days. ”

"Do you think that this king has hurt you, and it seems very fake to do this again?"

In fact, even if she didn't say it, he thought so.

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