of Prince Li, she actually took a step forward and pressed her body against his chest!That soft feeling...Feng Li Ye was as if he had been burned, suddenly letting go of her and pushing her out with a...When Feng Zhao opened Chu Weiyun's room door, Chu Weiyun was already hanging from a white silk ribbon.

Shuang'er cried with tears streaming down her face, rushing in frantically: "Miss! How could you be so foolish"

Feng was frightened at first, and with a whoosh, he drew his sword. His wrist turned in one fluid motion.

The white silk was cut by the sword qi, and the person hanging above it fell with a brush.

Feng wanted to go and pick it up, but thinking about it, the young master is here, so it's not her turn to do anything.

After all, in the past, catching a county princess's words required physical contact with her. How could that be possible

Who doesn't know that the county princess is interested in their young master

As for Shuang'er, it would be even more impossible for her to catch up with her own young mistress. Wouldn't that be like competing with the Young Master for her

Everyone was waiting, until... with a thud, Chu Weiyun fell to the ground, screaming and almost fainting.

Shuang'er was dumbfounded, Fengzao too was stunned.

Only the man standing by the door, his cold eyes watching this scene unfold, his face as calm as water.

"Princess!" Shuang'er finally reacted, rushing over like a flying bird to help Chu Weiyun.

Chu Weiyun pushed her away and turned to glare at the figure standing by the door.

She was also in disbelief, unwilling to believe anything that had happened to her.

He actually stood idly by while someone was dying!

"My lady, the ground...the ground is cold." Despite this, Shuang'er still helped Chu Weiyun up.

Chu Weiyun's face was truly pale this time.

"Why" she looked at Feng Li Ye, her face streaked with tears.

Shuang'er helped her back to bed and sat down before carefully retreating.

As he left, he lightly tugged at Feng Zhao's clothes.

Feng could only retreat.

But the young master just stood by the door, as if he didn't even have the intention of entering.

This... how do I close the door to them

Frost was really anxious!

This young master, how can he be so oblivious

"Night Brother..." Chu Weiyun was a little unsure of what to do.

The two people were too far apart. They wanted to speak to him like "a wisp of air," but a wisp of air, they feared, would be too quiet for him to hear.

"Night brother…" She softly called out again.

Feng Liye remained unmoved, standing by the door like a sculpture, showing no intention of going past.

"Night Brother!" Chu Weiyun this time added weight to her voice, crying with grievance.

He really ignored her!

How could he ignore her!

"Night Gege, you promised my mother that you would take care of me for life!"

But what does this even mean now

Chu Weiyun's crying this time is real, and so are her tears.

She really felt wronged.

Feng Li Ye still didn't speak, but this time, he did walk inside.

Shuang'er was delighted and immediately went over, wanting to close the door so they could be alone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door closed, a sudden gust of wind swept through inside.

With a bang, the wind door was swept open. Frost was shaken back by the gust of wind and fell to the ground with a thud, unable even to get up from the pain.

My chest was filled with rage, I almost spat out blood.

Shuang'er was so frightened that her face turned pale. She didn't dare to go past the door again.

If it weren't for Prince Li's mercy just now, she wouldn't have lived to see this day.

Just now, he should have already been smashed to death with a palm strike!

The Prince Li...his temper is really bad, very bad indeed!

"Brother Ye…" Even Chu Weiyun, who was usually slow to react, should have realized something by now.

Feng Liye is angry!

Why is he angry

"Is it... Is it Qing Ge sister slandering me in front of you Night brother, do you really believe it"

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