His Highness, Don’t Leave! I Will Lose Weight For You!

When Han Fei was finally able to take a breath, there was a sound in her ears, and she subconsciously wanted to reach out to help him, but she hesitated when she thought of the pain she had just caught.

The outstretched hand was still put down, hanging down on his side and clenching quietly.

With a creak, something heavy fell on the bed, and with a muffled grunt, Han Fei opened her mouth to say something big, but she heard a panting in her ears, and her face suddenly A blush emerged.

Knowing that this is just a sound made by that person's movements too much, but it is so low... it makes people think about it.

"Throw me away what's in your head."

Accompanied by the gasping sound were his cold words.

Han Fei coughed and said, "You, you...no, I mean, I can..."

Under tension, a complete sentence could not be said.

"No need."

"But..." Han Fei wanted to say something else.

"Remember, I don't need sympathy."

Han Fei's remaining words were swallowed.

This person... is terribly stubborn.

"let's start."

Han Fei held the needle pack in her heart, approached the bed, fumbled and sat down, took a deep breath, and said, "Then I will start."

Han Fei expelled all the distracting thoughts in her heart, and her hand became an extremely precise machine, rubbing the acupuncture points between her legs, and every needle fell without hesitation.

In Qin Che's view, those chubby hands did not tremble at all, and this was not the ability of ordinary doctors at all, and the thinking in his eyes became deeper.

When the last needle fell, Han Fei exhaled a suffocating breath, and her entire arms were sorely sore. In the final analysis, the body was too lack of exercise on weekdays and the weight loss must be accelerated.

"I used the acupuncture points to clear the blood flow. Your leg has been compressed for too long, so this process will be very painful. You have to bear it."

Because her eyes were closed, Han Fei's hearing was exceptionally good, so she naturally heard the slightly heavier breathing in the air.

Frankly speaking, this process is not painful, but painful, at least for Han Fei.

After hearing no response for a long time, Han Fei said with some worry: "Does it hurt? I can help you stop the pain point, but this may not be good for recovery, you..."

"No need."

"Lord..."

"I just haven't felt such pain for too long."

Han Fei was startled, her mouth pursed, her heart felt like a needle pierced, and she felt a little distressed.

For this person, he was clearly distinguished, but he stayed in such a cold palace, and there was no one waiting beside him except a gust of wind. Every time, he sat by the window and looked at the desolation outside.

Han Fei could not imagine how this person survived.

With disabled legs, unable to move, enduring the eyes of others, this kind of life...

Han Fei seemed to understand why it was so cold in this person's eyes.

"how long it takes."

Han Fei came back to her senses and said quickly: "About half an hour."

"Yeah. There are books on the desk, you can do it yourself."

Is this person afraid that she will be bored?

Han Fei couldn't help softening her face. Just when she wanted to say something, she heard him say: "But remember, you shouldn't look over."

Han Fei snorted softly and said, "I don't want to watch it."

After that, Han Fei turned around, took off the ribbon, and walked towards the desk on the other side of the room.

It just so happens that she still wants to practice calligraphy, otherwise she will be sad for the class tomorrow.

There are still some papers on the desk. The most eye-catching is the piece on the right with a poem written on it. Han Fei couldn’t help but looked at the handsome font, her eyes lit up, and she was sincerely admiring it. It is a good word.

At this time, the system automatically popped out, saying: "Host host, do you need to start the empathy system!"

Han Fei was taken aback, and said, "Now? Here?"

"Yes! It just so happens that the words of the male **** can serve as a template for the host's empathy!"

"His word?"

"Does the host have any dissatisfaction with the words of the male god!"

Han Fei quickly said: "No!"

"Then turn on the empathy system!"

"Wait, I only have half an hour, more than it will cause damage to his acupuncture points!"

"The host doesn't need to worry, time is not comparable in the empathy system, so there is no need to worry at all!"

"Then what price do I have to pay?"

"This is a reward from the system's friendship!"

Han Fei raised her eyebrows, "Reward? Did I do something?"

"Since the host takes the initiative to show favor to the male gods, this system is very pleased, and special rewards! After that, you will receive an empathy reward every month!"

Han Fei was in a good mood and said, "It's kind of kind! Let's get started!"

"Ding~ The empathy system is activated, the target task is completed, the calligraphy work is completed, and it is turned on!"

When Han Fei's eyes went dark, the scene in front of her completely changed. It was no longer night, but day. The sunlight came in from the window and dazzled her eyes.

Han Fei stood there blankly, a little at a loss. She was still in this room, but it didn't seem to exist in this room. To put it another way, it was equivalent to her soul floating in the same place without any sense of substance.

Just when Han Fei was about to ask the system what the empathy system is, someone approached. When Han Fei wanted to turn her head in horror, an embrace covered her from behind.

Han Fei's body froze suddenly, and there was a faint smell of medicine in the tip of her nose, which was familiar to the extreme.

Soon, someone held her hand, held it, moved to the desk, picked up the brush, and put a stroke on the white rice paper.

this is……

Han Fei wanted to turn her head to see who was holding her behind her, but she couldn't do it, she couldn't even turn her head.

"Host! Please concentrate! Don't waste empathy time!"

Taobao's voice seemed to be coming from a very distant place, which made Han Fei concentrate on her writing.

The same words as that person's work appeared on the rice paper. Until now, Han Fei finally understood the role of this empathy and why the system needed a template.

If she didn't guess wrong, the person holding her behind is the sick prince.

It turns out... If he could stand up, would he be so high?

Han Fei's thoughts drifted away involuntarily, and Taobao's warning sounded again: "Please concentrate on the host!"

Han Fei straightened her thoughts and forced herself to focus on her hands, feeling the touch of every stroke that the person wrote with her hand.

The characters jumping on the rice paper seemed to come alive, and they were deeply imprinted in Han Fei’s mind. Just remembering the movement of these gestures was very exhausting, but it was just a line of characters, and she was so tired that her eyes were dazzling. .

"Host, please hold on! The longer the support, the better the effect!"

Taobao's voice barely reached Han Fei's mind. She bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, forcing herself to wake up a little bit, and then used more perseverance to remember those words.

One by one, as if carved in the bone marrow.