Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 81 Hate Iron Is Not Steel

Duan Yijun clenched his fist with one hand and looked at Nan Yuan, hating that iron cannot be made into steel...

This woman, it's been three days, he thought she finally got the hang of looking for him today, but when she saw him, her first reaction was to leave, even if she was given so many steps, she still had to leave?

He was so angry that he couldn't hold back, wishing to knock her again, knocking away the things that shouldn't be left in her head.

Nan Yuan: "..."

Is your second son beating me without saying a word, is the reason you are looking for too blunt?

Hugging her tightly just now gave Nan Yuan a feeling that he wanted her, but now she slaps her without saying a word. Is this the so-called slapping her again for a sweet date?

Nan Yuan pouted unhappily, remembering the painful memories she didn't want to think of these past few days: "There are also a lot of mosquitoes in Qingxin Garden, and they bite me so much that I have to light sandalwood to fall asleep every day."

Duan Yijun gave a faint "hmm", the cold tone of sitting by the window, coupled with the cool background light given to him by the moonlight, it seemed that Nan Yuan felt that she was a person who did not fit to stay here.

"Then you rest quickly, I'll go first." Nan Yuan once again said that she wanted to leave, and at the same time took two steps back, and saw Duan Yijun, who was only cold just now, with a gloomy face, and grabbed her wrist: "You Want to leave so much?"

Nan Yuan looked out of the window at the moonlight that had already slanted to the east, and said worriedly: "Aren't you busy and hard these few days? I think it's so late, I can't disturb your rest."

Hearing her words, Duan Yijun's expression softened significantly.

Nan Yuan shook Duan Yijun's unknowingly tighter hand, mumbling: "Duan Yijun, it hurts..."

Only then did Duan Yijun come to his senses, let go of his hand, facing the moonlight, he could see a circle of red on the girl's hand.

After getting down from the collapse, Duan Yijun walked to the candle and lit the candle, only to find that Nan Yuan's skin was tender and smooth. He only scratched it with a little force, and it turned red. Under the candlelight compared with the moonlight, the bright red feeling more obvious.

Nan Yuan was pushed down on the bed by him to sit, while Duan Yijun's tall figure was searching for something on the bookshelf.

Nan Yuan looked down at the red circle on her wrist, it was just because Duan Yijun was holding it too hard, and her skin was white, the blood was all stagnated in one place, and there was no scar.

Then he looked up at the back of Duan Yijun Souluo, and stood up from the collapsed chair: "I'm fine."

Duan Yijun had already found the ointment, and when he turned around, he saw her standing up from the bed, frowning: "Sit down."

Nan Yuan sat down obediently.

Duan Yijun took the ointment and walked to Nan Yuan's side, took her hand and looked at it, it seemed that it was a little lighter than before.

Opening the bottle cap, Duan Yijun smeared some ointment on Nan Yuan's wrist with his hands, Nan Yuan subconsciously blew a breath, the ointment was cold and comfortable to apply.

Duan Yijun rarely said in a warm voice: "Why are you so easily injured?"

Nan Yuan proudly turned her little hands that had been coated with the ointment: "That's because I'm white, and some bruises show up. It's not like you..."

She put her white, tender and slender arms together with Duan Yijun's thick arms, instantly revealing the difference in skin color between the two.

Because of her seclusion, Nan Yuan's skin is as white and tender as frost, while Duan Yijun's complexion, although not as black as charcoal, belongs to the complexion of ordinary people, but compared with hers, he looks much darker.

Duan Yijun looked down at the difference in skin color between the two, silently put away the ointment, and put it back on the bookshelf.

Nan Yuan looked at Duan Yijun's obviously "injured" back, and chased after her to comfort him: "Your skin is not white just because you have been fighting in the battlefield all the year round, and you are not that dark, really."

(End of this chapter)