Help!Crazy criticizing the tyrant, he spoils me every day

Chapter 20 Have you ever loved?

"Look up," he said again.

She dared not look at him.

She was clearly prepared to be punished, but at this moment she was cowardly like a kitten, wishing she could shrink into a dark corner.

"Huh?" He tilted his head, looking at the little woman with her neck shrunk. "Where is the momentum that drove me out of the house just now?"

Xiaowei's cheeks puffed slightly after being provoked, but she still didn't look up.

He pinched her small chin and lifted her face to him domineeringly.

His black eyes, which looked down on her, sucked her in like a black hole in the universe.

She was forced to meet his gaze.

"You...you don't really want to throw me to the dogs, do you?" She said, "Then you are too heartless."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, but wanted to hear how heartless he was.

"If you're angry, you're angry, but you're really worried about your sister, otherwise you wouldn't have backed down when the two were in a stalemate and allowed me to heal your wounds," she said.

"I helped you, and you will repay your kindness with revenge."

He lowered his hand to pinch her chin, grabbed her right shoulder, and with a little force, pressed her whole body against the dead tree. His head was attached, and the tip of his nose almost touched hers.

Xiaowei couldn't help herself at all, and looked up at the man's unusually stern face in a panic.

"Yo, who gave me credit for your guts?"

He obviously has a timid appearance, but why is there always a stubbornness in those eyes that are clear enough to see into the depths of her soul, wishing to turn his world upside down?
Tian Yi pinched her little chin again, this time with some strength, she frowned in pain.

"What did you tell Tianxue? There is hope in life? And you use Feng Ye and your brother to encourage her? Self-righteous!"

He gritted his teeth, anger welling up in his eyes.

So fierce!

Xiao Wei was afraid to retreat, but she had no way to retreat when her back was against the big tree.

"Have you ever loved?" She was afraid, but not convinced.she asked him.

"..." He closed his black eyes.

"If you haven't loved, you won't understand that feeling."

"Betrayed by your lover, why don't you think about your own affairs for Tianxue. The man she loves is just playing tricks and using her."

He poked her sore spot mercilessly.

She bit her lower lip and tore the pinched hand away.

"They're all my women, why do you still think about him?" Her emotions affected him, and the anger in her eyes became more intense.

"I'm just angry. What does that kind of man have to think about?"

Xiao Wei was telling the truth, she never thought that she would be favored by the crown prince, she was young and ignorant and didn't understand anything, so she agreed to date in a daze surrounded by relatives and friends.

Apart from holding hands, the two of them have made no further progress so far. Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Murong Che hooked up with his sister.

She doesn't love Murong Che, as long as he proposes to break up, she will agree without hesitation.It's just that the other party is in two boats, and the target is still his sister. Treating her like a fool is really infuriating.

"Really?" He savored all the subtle expressions on her face and asked back.

"Don't you know everything? There is nothing to ask." Xiaowei glared at him. "I only know that your sister is deeply involved. You thought that being nice to her would only make her more desperate."

"So what should I do?" he asked her.

"Heart disease is hard to heal, I don't know." His silent anger was like a sharp knife, cutting on her body. "Being angry won't solve the problem, and it's not good for your health. Can you calm down?"

"Do something to distract me." He was never stingy about venting his anger, but he changed his mind when facing her.

Isn't this a problem for her?
She doesn't know what he likes, so last time, in order to coax him, she put herself in it.

Xiao Wei turned her face away.

The red light shines on her through the dense branches, outlining her delicate silhouette, like a painting handed down from generation to generation.

He stared, his heart sank little by little, and the anger in his eyes dissipated little by little.

(End of this chapter)