As if it wasn't enough, Shen Yue snatched the silk handkerchief in his hand and threw it on the ground.

Rudely grabbed Cheng Qiangong's hair, raised his chin slightly, the high bridge of his nose looked cold, and his lips were as full as petals.

The voice is hoarse and full of danger.

"Cheng Qiangong, I ask you, I only ask you once, you'd better think clearly about the answer."

The stinging pain on the scalp came one after another, Cheng Qiangong's face remained unchanged, his bony fingers clenched anxiously, and his heart was like a pot of boiling water boiling at the same time.

Cheng Qiangong raised his eyes slightly and looked at him with those cold and dark eyes.

Shen Yue met those eyes, and the dull pain in her chest instantly blurred her vision, and she held back and didn't show it.

Her eyebrows exuded a faint coldness, forcing the cold and hard surface.

One word at a time.

"What are you staying here for?"

The man's slender and white hands moved, seemingly careless, and indifferent.

He looked at Shen Yue, the slap marks on his face were red, and he only asked lightly, "What does Your Highness think?" ”

Throwing the question over again.

Shen Yue didn't know, she really didn't know, because she couldn't understand what the man in front of her was thinking.

Sometimes Cheng Qiangong can be very good to her, and sometimes she is indifferent, just like a little pet, maybe she will tease her if she is in a good mood, and she will not bother to look at it if she is in a bad mood.

She hurriedly lowered her head and let go of her hand, her snow-white earlobes were as white as jade, embedded with a bruise mark, as if they had been gnawed out fiercely, and it took a lot of strength, so it has not disappeared until now.

This is the trace of love he left yesterday, and it has not disappeared until now, not only here, but under this clothes, there are more such traces.

Cheng Qiangong's hands couldn't help but clench, the green tendons on the back of his hands were tense, and the meridians were distinct.

His cold and indifferent face was expressionless, his thin lips were pursed, and his eyes seemed calm, but they seemed to be calm before the storm.

Shen Yue seemed to sigh, and muttered as if she was asking herself: "Can't you answer?" ”

The man's silence knocked her out at once, she took a deep breath, her face turned pale, and slowly curled up her palms.

In fact, Cheng Qiangong can lie at all, just pull up a reason.

It's okay to say that you left it because you like her.

It's okay to lie to her.

But Cheng Qiangong didn't even bother to deceive.

Cheng Qiangong was still quietly looking at the bite marks on his earlobe.

At that moment, a strange pleasure surged in his heart, which was really inexplicable, but it was distorted, and he knew that it should not be, but he still felt a dark satisfaction.

It's as if Shen Yue's whole body is full of his breath now, which means that Shen Yue also belongs to him.

This thought made his whole heart flutter.

Shen Yue slowly took a step back, a little farther away from the man, and then continued to retreat until he opened up a distance.

Black black hair hung down on his chest, obscuring the traces of his earlobes.

Cheng Qiangong seemed to have come back to his senses at this time, and after seeing the distance between the two people clearly, his brows were tightly locked, and a nameless anger rampaged through his body, crushing his reason, and just as he was about to speak, Shen Yue had already closed his eyes, his body was weak, and he was dizzy.

Caught off guard, Cheng Qiangong's reaction was very fast, and he immediately rushed over and hugged Shen Yue.

This time, he lost his mind, and he didn't have the usual calmness and composure, and shouted at the door.

"Someone! Calling the Imperial Doctor! ”

The snowflakes are falling slowly, the Chengqian Hall is brightly lit, and the maid is carrying the lantern, and the line is in a hurry.

Shen Yue fainted without any warning, even the imperial doctor couldn't check the clue, Cheng Qiangong stayed by the side, looking at Shen Yue's pale and sickly face lying on the bed, with a certain inexplicable coldness and suffocation, his fingers couldn't help but clench, inexplicably nervous.

In the end, it was just because of excessive fatigue and overexcitement.

To put it bluntly, he is in a hurry, and he can't let Shen Yue's mood calm down recently, and don't be stimulated anymore.

Hearing that there was no big deal, Cheng Qiangong breathed a sigh of relief.

The day dawned, and the sun poured in.

The long and thick eyelashes trembled, and then they opened slowly, staring at the veil above her head for a while, her eyes rolled slightly, and she saw Cheng Qiangong lying on her bedside.

Cheng Qiangong should have been here all night, his eyes were blue, and his face was full of exhaustion.

She didn't move, but watched quietly.

The man looks very handsome, like a three-dimensional facial features carved by a sharp knife, even if he is asleep, he seems to exude a cold breath, his face is white like jade, and his black eyebrows are like a sword.

When he got the top prize, he was dressed in red, riding on a horse, and he was full of spirit, and he didn't know how many daughters he had lost his eyes.

Among them is Shen Yue.

But looking at it now, that heart-pounding feeling seems to have fallen silent.

She felt like driftwood, helpless in the rolling waves, swimming and washing in no direction.

In the end, it was beaten by the waves on the shore and rotted alone.

Cheng Qiangong's eyelashes moved, and then he slowly opened his eyes, and his first reaction was to look at Shen Yue, and met those dark and moist eyes.

Seeing that Shen Yue woke up, Cheng Qiangong was very happy, and naturally missed the emotions in Shen Yue's eyes.

He touched Shen Yue's face, and his voice was soft: "Is there anything else uncomfortable?" ”

Shen Yue just stared at him and didn't speak.

Cheng Qiangong came over for a while before he realized that the atmosphere was not quite right, the smile on his face faded a little, and he made eye contact with Shen Yue, the expression on his face was a little stiff, and he asked softly, "What's wrong?" Why are you looking at me like that? ”

Shen Yue pursed her lips and left her sight, "Water ......"

Cheng Qiangong immediately got up and poured a cup of hot water, carefully helped the girl up, and fed her in small sips.

It took a drink to quench the thirst.

The window was closed, the wind and snow were blowing outside, and the charcoal fire inside was almost burned out, so Cheng Qiangong went out and ordered the maid to add charcoal fire.

The room was warm again.

Cheng Qiangong was afraid that Shen Yue's body would not be well, so he stayed by his side, and when it was time for lunch, he personally fed it at his request, Shen Yue hung down his thick eyelashes, and the tear moles under his eyelids were vivid, and he did not refuse.

After lunch, Shen Yue slept in a daze, opened his eyes again, and found that Cheng Qiangong was still there.

It should have been a trip, Cheng Qiangong was fiddling with the plum blossoms he had just picked in the vase, and there were still snow stains on the bright red petals that had not melted, which looked particularly good.

Shen Yue's face was very white, her eyebrows and eyes were gorgeous, and a faint pink floated at the end of her eyes, so she looked at the man's tall back and looked at it for a long time.

Her thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly, her voice was still a little hoarse, and her throat hurt when she spoke.

"Cheng Qiangong, what do you think of the seventh brother?"