Empress Running Away with the Ball!

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He finally wrapped her wounds on both wrists, and he was already sweating.

Actually, he wasn't tired. It was just that he had never done such a thing, and he would inevitably be in a hurry. The more he wanted to do it, the more he would make a mess.

Seeing her wrapped in his zongzi-like wrist, he felt a little jealous, but he did not want to admit that he was ugly.

"Ning'er, are you thirsty or thirsty, do you want to drink water?" Chu Shaoyang looked at her with a tender expression.

Shen Ning nodded, her throat was so painful that she could not speak.

"Okay, I'll pour water for you immediately." Chu Shaoyang's face flashed with joy.

Because she didn't actually scold him or anger, he thought that when she found out that she was imprisoned here, she would be angry and mad, but she didn't.

He poured a full cup of tea from the teapot on the table, and the tea was a little cold, so he held it in his palm and secretly used his internal force to warm up the cup of tea. Then he came to the bed and raised her with one hand On her shoulders, and then brought the tea cup to her lips.

She drank a fine light like Gan Lin, dumbly said: "Also."

Hearing her hoarse voice, he couldn't help feeling distressed, and touched her hair spoiledly, and said with a smile: "Okay."

She drank three cups of tea in one breath, only to feel that her hot throat did not hurt so much, and she lay back on the bed again, looking at the embroidered pattern on the top of the tent, silently.

Chu Shaoyang sat beside her, staring at her in a blink of an eye, seeing that she was always looking at the top of the tent, not even looking at the corners of her eyes, or even saying a word, he began to feel uneasy.

"Ning'er, you hate me, don't you? You hate me for keeping you here and don't give you freedom, do you?" He said lowly, his lips curling slightly.

He actually knew her, and he knew what she wanted, but now he can't.

Shen Ning still didn't speak. After hearing his words, she didn't even blink her eyes, so she looked straight at the top of her head.

She feels that part of her heart is dead. Now, he doesn't want to hear a word, let alone believe it.

"Ning'er, you look at me, you talk to me!" Chu Shaoyang could not bear the taste of being ignored by her, he would rather she scold him, beat him, rather than her indifference.

He grabbed her by the shoulder and shook her vigorously, shaking her blue hair.

She was so dizzy by him that she finally closed her eyes, and when she opened it again, she looked at him faintly like mist.

"Chu Shaoyang, is this how you love me?" Her voice was low like a whisper, because she really had no strength to speak loudly.

"What do you mean?" He frowned.

"Lock me like a prisoner, lock it on this bed, and wait for you to be pampered at any time. Is that what you want?" She glanced at him calmly, then she turned away and stared behind him. That candlelight.

His eyebrows were as tight as a lock, staring at her, gasping heavily, pinching her chin, forcing her to turn her face to look at herself.

"Ning'er, I'm doing it for you. If I don't do this, will you stay by my side? I'm not trying to lock you up, but if I give you freedom, you are not mine."

She whispered: "Chu Shaoyang, you said you love me, but your love is just possession. You have never respected me, which is why I have never liked you."