Quick Wear: When a Delicate Beauty Becomes Cannon Fodder

The Little Princess in the Palace (51)

  The first thing she saw was the frail figure lying on the bed.

  Her face was frighteningly pale, her beautiful eyes were closed, and her lips were bloodless and a little cracked.

  There was a bandage wrapped around his left chest, and he was lying slightly on his side with the help of a pillow to avoid putting pressure on the wound.

  The anxious mood I had when I came in now slightly dropped——

  She walked slowly towards him and squatted in front of him.

  She folded her arms on the bed beside his face, leaving enough distance to carefully trace his facial features.

  He looked sick and haggard, and seemed to have lost some weight...

  For some unknown reason, I began to count his eyelashes one by one.

  When he noticed it, he abruptly looked away as if he was suddenly scalded, not daring to look again.

  His eyelashes trembled slightly, and a familiar fragrance lingered in his nose as his consciousness rose and fell. He slowly opened his eyes, his thoughts still a little stagnant.

  "You're awake!"

  Ruan Ruan came forward in surprise, but still didn't dare to touch him.

  Rong Yan didn't say anything either, just looked at her quietly, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes.

  She couldn't resist and hurriedly avoided his sight and was about to leave.

  "Since you're awake, I'll go back first."

  There was a sudden cold touch on her wrist, the force was not strong, but it tripped her up.

  The long fingers retracted slightly, getting closer to her flesh.

  "Don't go."

  They remained in this position for a while, and a suppressed cough hit her eardrum. She couldn't help but look back and squatted in front of him again.

  The hand on my wrist still didn't loosen.

  "What on earth do you want to do?!"

  She hated her behavior and didn't want to dwell on it anymore.

  On the surface, she was angry with him, but in reality, she was really angry with herself.

  Rong Yan just smiled and slowly sat up, with a desperate look in his eyes. He did not answer her question, but asked instead.

  "Are you staying for me just out of gratitude?"

  "Or is it guilt?"

  She pursed her lips and asked, "What else?"

  The soft voice did not carry a trace of aggression, but the content of the words was not the case.

  Rong Yan grabbed her other arm and used his fingertips to push aside her sleeve, revealing the woven bracelet hidden inside.

  "Is this also guilt and gratitude?"  

  The voice was so hoarse that it seemed difficult to utter.

  "Since these are guilt and gratitude, what about this?"

  There are two pieces of coolness in front of my lips, but my breath feels hot.

  Even the dryness on his lips was clearly noticeable.

  He didn't move—

  Ruan Ruan pushed him away like a cat whose tail was stepped on. With a suppressed groan, she quickly supported him, "Are you okay?!"

  The bandage on her chest turned red and she let go of her hand.

  "...I'll go find the doctor."

  Behind her, Rong Yan looked at her flustered back, and there seemed to be a soft touch on her lips.

  Touch lightly with your fingertips.

  ...

  The sky was very dark and the moonlight was faint.

  There was no light in the tent when Ruan Ruan came in.

  Only the rough outline can be seen.

  Qi Guanyao sat quietly in front of the table, and it was unknown how long he had been sitting there.

  "I'm back."

  The voice was filled with forced joy, but she didn't hear it.

  Hesitantly he spoke, "I have something I want to tell you."

  After a long silence, he slightly curved his eyes and said, "Okay."

  He stood up and walked towards her, stopping in front of her.

  "Can our relationship end here..."

  A long finger pressed against her lips, stopping her from saying anything else.

  "Jiaojiao, I don't agree."

  At this moment he was actually smiling, with a dark emotion in his eyes.

  He took her hands, and a cold foreign object was stuffed into her palms, which slowly tightened under his strength.

  He curled his lips into a smile that was charming and a little desperate.

  "Or, kill me."

  (End of this chapter)