Distressed Young Woman Transmigrates: Wangfei Who Defies the Imperial Edict Chapter 127: The sick evildoer is extraordinarily attractive (5)

Yan Chi scolded her half-annoyed and half-angrily: "I don't understand style, you elm-headed."

Xiao Yao was very puzzled. The internal strength of evil martial arts is higher than hers. After practicing martial arts, she almost never fell ill, so she asked, "But you get cold from the rain. You are a martial arts practitioner. Why do you look like a Like a weak lady."

"...The five-year-old stumbled and fell into the winter lake, which delayed the treatment and left the root cause of the disease." Yan Chi said the shocking thing lightly.

Xiao Yao saw that his expression was indifferent, and there was no emotion in his deep eyes, as if he was talking about things that had nothing to do with him, and he was extremely indifferent.

Instead, her heart throbbed inexplicably, and she was infected with inexplicable sadness by his light and thin tone. She couldn't help but hold his hand. The cool hand was like his cold eyes. Can't even warm up.

Misstep?

This word is more of a **** word in the big family, covering up the viciousness behind the truth.

A little prince has a noble status, how could he not have a servant to take care of him, let him fall into the lake, and how could he delay the time of treatment when he was rescued. The struggle of the big family is always cruel, growing up in it must bear the pain, and then use the glamorous appearance to cover these scars, hide the heart, and turn into decay.

Xiao Yao, who is usually eloquent, doesn't know what to say. Comforting words are neither painful nor itchy. Those who have never experienced it will never understand the pain, but she can only comfort her in an old-fashioned way:

"Then pay attention to maintenance on weekdays. Don't work too **** yourself. Money is endless, and fame and fortune will never end. Just like Xiaoshenyang said that the most painful thing in life is that when people die, money is not spent. You earn gold and silver, and end up lying on the ground, but you can only stare blankly at others squandering."

"Hehe... who is this little Shenyang? His words are funny and interesting." Yan Chi's heart warmed, and he held her palm with his backhand, caressing her slender finger bones vaguely.

"A very funny folk artist, I told you that you don't know him."

"I'm a little tired, can you sleep with me for a while? It'll be fine in a while." Yan Chi closed his eyes, his calm and picturesque face turned pale, and his lips were as dry as fallen petals. The undisguised fatigued posture makes people feel pitiful.

"Well, go to sleep, I will spend the rest of the time with you."

Xiao Yao helped him pull up the brocade quilt, covering the two of them, and quietly closed his eyes.

She admits she's relented.

The emperor is right, she is not unsuspecting of Yan Chi, a high-ranking prince has never had a simple mind. From the beginning until now, he has never done anything to hurt her, maybe he is indeed unfathomable, so it doesn't matter, as long as he doesn't intend to harm her, there is nothing wrong with the two of them laughing, cursing, and getting along happily.