Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Seeing Wen Rou, they rushed up immediately, "Princess, where did you go? We can't find it anywhere."

"Just sat in the garden for a while." From the corner of Wen Rou's eyes, she hurriedly glanced at the lower room.

She didn't dare to look too much, for fear of being discovered by the steward and causing trouble.

"Does the princess's wound still hurt? This subordinate has taken the medicine... Has the princess's wound been treated?"

"Yeah. A maid passed by just now and saw that my forehead was covered with blood, so she kindly helped me deal with it." Rourou casually made an excuse.

"I see." The steward nodded without any doubt, "It's windy here, the princess should go back to her room to rest, lest..."

Saying that, she glanced at the courtyard where Wen Wan lived.

Gentleness knows what it means to be in charge.

She was afraid that that shrew Wen Wan would suddenly rush out again.

When it really broke out, the steward and the maid didn't dare to stop it.

After all, no matter what Wen Wan said, she was a princess.

Gentle got up and went back to the room under the escort of the steward and the maids.

As soon as he entered the room, he found that Dongfang Aoshi had returned, sitting on the soft couch drinking tea,

Her body was still the dark black she wore when she went out, and her black hair blended into one.

The expression is gloomy, the tranquility on the eve of the storm.

Seeing the coldness in his eyes, Rourou felt a "thump" in her heart.

Cold sweat oozes from the back instantly.

In just a few seconds, countless questions flashed through my mind——

When did Dongfang Aoshi come back?

Did you come back before you went to find Wen Wan?

Or did you come back later?

Did he ever find himself in the servants' quarters?

……

The more Wen Wen thought about it, the more uncertain she became, her face turned pale.

Dongfang Aoshi coldly glanced at the steward and the maids, and raised his hand.

The steward immediately understood, dismissed all the maids, and closed the door.

"ah--"

The sound of closing the door was like a huge stone hitting Gentle's chest.

She clenched her fists, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Standing there gently, not even daring to breathe too hard.

Dongfang was proud and unhurried, brewed a cup of tea, and shook hands with Wenrou.

"What...?" The gentle voice trembled so much that I almost couldn't recognize myself.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, and drank the tea in one gulp, playing with the teacup, with a half smile on his face.

A dead silence.

There was no sound around, so quiet that it made one's chest panic.

Rourou heard the sound of her own heart beating faster, "pound thump—" was louder than the beating of drums on the battlefield.

Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his dark eyes dangerously, and finally spoke, "Come here."

A quiet voice pierced the air like a whip.

Hearing the tenderness in his ears, his chest trembled violently.

She took a deep breath and stabilized her emotions, "What's the matter with you, just say it this way, I can hear you."

Dongfang Aoshi cast his eyes down, put the cup back on the table, and repeated, "Come here."

While speaking, his long fingers tapped on the table one after another.

His movements were light and leisurely, as if they were ordinary habits, nothing special.

But in the gentle eyes, it was full of warning.

Breathe deeply, then gently clenched her fists, and walked over, "What on earth... what's the matter with you?"

"Sit." Dongfang Aoshi raised his hand.

Sitting down gently, the body was stiff.

Dongfang Aoshi took a new cup, made a cup of tea and pushed it over.

Gently looked at Dongfang Aoshi, then looked at the tea, picked it up and drank it down.Seeing Wen Rou, they rushed up immediately, "Princess, where did you go? We can't find it anywhere."

"Just sat in the garden for a while." From the corner of Wen Rou's eyes, she hurriedly glanced at the lower room.

She didn't dare to look too much, for fear of being discovered by the steward and causing trouble.

"Does the princess's wound still hurt? This subordinate has taken the medicine... Has the princess's wound been treated?"

"Yeah. A maid passed by just now and saw that my forehead was covered with blood, so she kindly helped me deal with it." Rourou casually made an excuse.

"I see." The steward nodded without any doubt, "It's windy here, the princess should go back to her room to rest, lest..."

Saying that, she glanced at the courtyard where Wen Wan lived.

Gentleness knows what it means to be in charge.

She was afraid that that shrew Wen Wan would suddenly rush out again.

When it really broke out, the steward and the maid didn't dare to stop it.

After all, no matter what Wen Wan said, she was a princess.

Gentle got up and went back to the room under the escort of the steward and the maids.

As soon as he entered the room, he found that Dongfang Aoshi had returned, sitting on the soft couch drinking tea,

Her body was still the dark black she wore when she went out, and her black hair blended into one.

The expression is gloomy, the tranquility on the eve of the storm.

Seeing the coldness in his eyes, Rourou felt a "thump" in her heart.

Cold sweat oozes from the back instantly.

In just a few seconds, countless questions flashed through my mind——

When did Dongfang Aoshi come back?

Did you come back before you went to find Wen Wan?

Or did you come back later?

Did he ever find himself in the servants' quarters?

……

The more Wen Wen thought about it, the more uncertain she became, her face turned pale.

Dongfang Aoshi coldly glanced at the steward and the maids, and raised his hand.

The steward immediately understood, dismissed all the maids, and closed the door.

"ah--"

The sound of closing the door was like a huge stone hitting Gentle's chest.

She clenched her fists, and her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Standing there gently, not even daring to breathe too hard.

Dongfang was proud and unhurried, brewed a cup of tea, and shook hands with Wenrou.

"What...?" The gentle voice trembled so much that I almost couldn't recognize myself.

Dongfang Aoshi didn't speak, and drank the tea in one gulp, playing with the teacup, with a half smile on his face.

A dead silence.

There was no sound around, so quiet that it made one's chest panic.

Rourou heard the sound of her own heart beating faster, "pound thump—" was louder than the beating of drums on the battlefield.

Dongfang Aoshi narrowed his dark eyes dangerously, and finally spoke, "Come here."

A quiet voice pierced the air like a whip.

Hearing the tenderness in his ears, his chest trembled violently.

She took a deep breath and stabilized her emotions, "What's the matter with you, just say it this way, I can hear you."

Dongfang Aoshi cast his eyes down, put the cup back on the table, and repeated, "Come here."

While speaking, his long fingers tapped on the table one after another.

His movements were light and leisurely, as if they were ordinary habits, nothing special.

But in the gentle eyes, it was full of warning.

Breathe deeply, then gently clenched her fists, and walked over, "What on earth... what's the matter with you?"

"Sit." Dongfang Aoshi raised his hand.

Sitting down gently, the body was stiff.

Dongfang Aoshi took a new cup, made a cup of tea and pushed it over.

Gently looked at Dongfang Aoshi, then looked at the tea, picked it up and drank it down.