Chapter 592: Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless (65)

"What does it matter where I go?" Wen Xien seemed to think that his words were too light, and his tone became a little heavier: "Don't meddle in other people's business."

Yuan Xu's eyes burst out blood in an instant. He gritted his teeth and barely controlled his mood: "Wen Xien! Do you treat me as a friend?"

Hearing this sentence, Wen Xien's eyes changed slightly.

It seems that when I recalled the past, my expression was not as cold as before, and it was a little softer.

After all, Yuan Xu was really good to her, so Wen Xien also saw these things, otherwise she would not have ruthlessly cut off contact with him or something even if she was violated by Yuan Xu.

But Wen Xien would definitely not say anything about Zhou Nan. First, he felt that it was unnecessary, and second, he felt that Yuan Xu might not be happy if he said it.

Since it can make both parties unhappy, why do you still have to say it out loud?

"Of course I treat you as a friend." Wen Xien pulled out his arm from Yuan Xu's hand, "But don't meddle in other people's business."

After she said that, she walked forward, regardless of how bad Yuan Xu's face was.

Yuan Xu left that day before he stayed for a long time, and Wen Xien did not send him off. When Yuan Xu left, he couldn't help but look back at Wen Xien, with deep meaning in his eyes, and Wen Xien smiled.

"Xien, I'll come to see you another day." Yuan Xu put on his hat and strode out.

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Wen Xien felt very uncomfortable these days. The pain in her chest often caused itch in her throat. If she coughed a little, she would cough up bleeding, so she often pressed against the smell of blood in her throat, because vampires could not withstand such vomiting of blood.

She has never been to the basement since that day. Of course, it was not because she didn't want to, but because her body couldn't, let alone that he didn't want to show that fragile state in front of Zhou Nan, so he thought about raising it for a while, and then going over.

Another reason is that Zhou Nan has to feel a little bit of a crisis. After all, the white moonlight ratio has never risen, so it will be difficult to get it if it continues like this.

And gradually, Wen Xien discovered that she always asked Ji Zheng to do things, such as-

"Ji Zheng, where is the book I read yesterday?"

"Where is my medicine? Ji Zheng."

"Ji Zheng..."

This is the situation where the two of them get along at the beginning. His Highness the Prince is a completely idiot in life. She is taken care of and controlled by Ji Zheng. What's more, both of them have been in love for hundreds of years. His Highness the Prince has been alone for a long time, so he naturally needs caring people to serve him.

Undoubtedly, Ji Zheng is the one that satisfies her the most, so as long as Ji Zheng doesn't do too much, she won't do it very well.

Ji Zheng also saw this, so he always tried on the brink of danger of Wen Xien.

Today, I don’t know where Ji Zheng found the method, so I took a bottle of medicinal wine and said that soaking her feet can relieve discomfort and pain.

Wen Xien thought about it and agreed.

Ji Zheng was very skilled in serving Wen Xien. He poured the medicinal wine into the bathtub before squatting down to roll up the legs of Wen Xien's black silk pajama pants, revealing the pale feet inside.

Because of her black dress, Wen Xien's feet looked even whiter at this time. Ji Zheng held the other person's feet in his hand, but he didn't feel dirty at all. He only felt that the other person's feet were as beautiful as a piece of jade, and the blue veins spreading on it were the dots of jade on the white jade.

He gently put Wen Xien's feet into the water and began to massage, starting from the soles of his feet and then going up.

Wen Xien has never liked servants to come to his room without permission, so now there are only two of them in Wen Xien's bedroom.

When Ji Zheng washed his ankle, he suddenly looked up at Wen Xien, and this glance ran into Wen Xien's eyes.

Neither of them spoke, but Ji Zheng raised his long eyelashes and his hands gradually moved up.

In fact, many people are confused by the appearance of His Royal Highness. She is not as distant as it appears. Although her temperament is indeed not very good, she is stimulated by humans and her temperament becomes more and more puzzling and violent.

But in fact, as long as you know this person enough, you will find that Wen Xien is actually very pleasing.

Pleasant.

Yes, it's to please.

Ji Zheng is pleasing her.

Wen Xien didn't know if Ji Zheng was pretending, because in the original plot, Ji Zheng betrayed without saying a word. His death of His Highness can be said to be inseparable from him.

Now that this pleased, Wen Xien felt that there must be a conspiracy in it.

Wen Xien was thinking a lot in his mind, so Ji Zheng half-kneeled on the ground to wipe her feet, wiping her feet meticulously and not letting go of any skin.

His movements were very careful, as if he was wiping a very precious jade, and his face was so serious.

When she rubbed the tender soles of her feet, Wen Xien subconsciously shrank, and her toes as round and small as white jade curled up like a frightened look as if she was moved.

Ji Zheng raised his hand in a conditioned manner, and his slender and pale right hand wrapped a delicate and small foot.

His Highness, who was caught by him, had his eyelashes trembled. He might have felt comfortable soaking. She was in a good mood, so she was not angry.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at him, his voice was cold and he felt a little sleepy: "What are you doing?"

Ji Zheng lowered his head stiffly, and there was a feeling in his dark eyes. His voice was hoarse and low: "I have a good massage to give Your Highness a good method."

He had never given Wen Xien massage before, until he occasionally saw Zhou Nan massage Wen Xien and standing in his position where he originally belonged to him. At that moment, Ji Zheng wanted to rush over and kill the annoying person.

It is obvious that he is the only one who deserves to stand beside His Highness.

It was clearly his position.

His Highness the Prince's loose and smooth black pajama pants slid upwards in this series of movements.

His Highness, who was half lying on the bed, had not noticed it yet. Ji Zheng's Adam's apple rolled twice, and his dark emotions replaced another desire.

Even if it is dazzling and delicate white, it is like high-quality milk, exuding an inexplicable sweetness.

He suffocated his breath, pressed against the fangs that were about to emerge, suddenly closed his eyes, and his eyes fell to the side in a hurry.

Wen Xien didn't notice his difference, but he just didn't like this posture very much.

The water on his feet was already dry, but the man still didn't let go. Wen Xien leaned listlessly against the pillow behind him, tilted his head, and his collar slid down a lot with his movements.

Wen Xien was a little sleepy and was unwilling to sleep, afraid that it would be a hundred years later when the task would become ashes.

She didn't care much about it.

I thought I'd better take a rest with my eyes closed.

Suddenly, the instep suddenly felt a rough touch.
Chapter completed!