The princess thinks and leaves every day

Chapter 87 She also figured it out
Feng Qing's footsteps stopped at the door of the inner room, without turning around, she just turned her back to her, and remained silent.

Ye Feiwan stared at his slender back, he was still charming and charming, but at this moment, she only felt that there was an invisible layer around him, and he was alone inside.

After a long silence, Feng Qing never responded to her.

On the contrary, Ye Feiwan suddenly felt that he was extremely boring. Feng Qing didn't want to speak, but he just didn't want to talk to her. Why did he rush to ask him why he didn't pay attention to him?

She was grateful to him for saving him, but at the beginning, she was the one who said "Everyone will be happy after divorce".

Because of his change, she would suddenly feel wronged in her heart, but it's just that... she has never given up completely, and the remaining emotions from her previous life have not completely died.

However, judging by Feng Qing's current attitude, everything...maybe it's just his own overthinking.

Now the Ye family is still the richest man's family, if he died, Feng Qing might not be able to explain to everyone.

Why bother... Chasing after him and asking him what happened?Why bother to humiliate yourself?

"Sorry, my lord, I was too aggressive just now." Ye Feiwan's voice gradually calmed down, she said a few words, then turned around and walked out the door.

Today, I have to order the waiter in the shop to prepare dinner and hot water for bathing. Later, she will have to decoct medicine. There are not many things.

Behind, in the room.

Feng Qing was already lying quietly on the bed, his hands were in pain, and his fingertips were trembling slightly due to the pain, but...he was always good at patience, and he never showed it.

She asked him "what's the matter" just now, but actually...he himself didn't know what happened to him.

From the moment he threw the Anxiety Herb aside and jumped off the cliff to hold Ye Feiwan's hand, he had already noticed something was wrong with him.

Back then, when Qu Yan entered the palace, she once asked him: Are you willing to let go of everything and just take me away?

He didn't respond, nor did he stop her from entering the palace.

However, when he was on the cliff just now and saw that she was about to fall into the clouds and mist, the panic in his heart exceeded his expectations, his heart seemed to stop beating suddenly, and he jumped down almost without thinking.

It wasn't until she successfully climbed to the top of the cliff that she breathed a sigh of relief.

When he was pressing on her, he really couldn't lift half of his strength, and he didn't even notice where he fell. After a while, he realized that the person under him turned out to be her. The extra familiarity, not just... the day of the engagement, the night she drugged him, it seemed... He had touched him so closely at other times.

But he couldn't remember, and tried his best to recall, but his thoughts were interrupted by a hand gently supporting his waist.

This is the first time she has taken the initiative to hug him.

The very careful movement was just to support his waist, but it seemed that there was a steady stream of warmth hitting him, waking him up in an instant.

What is he doing?For such a woman who persecuted him, he almost gave up his life?

He was so shocked that he didn't even want to pay attention to her, he couldn't figure out what was going on in his heart, he just wanted to avoid her, it seemed that only in this way would he feel better.

"Squeak—" But at this moment, the door of the wing room was gently pushed open from the outside.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Feng Qing recognized that it was Ye Feiwan, and she was still lying on the bed with her eyes closed and feigning sleep.

He still doesn't know...how to face her.

Ye Feiwan didn't make a sound either, standing at the door of the inner room, glanced at the man lying on the bed, put the food box in his hand on the table, and put the white coat in the other hand beside the bed.

"I went to buy a ready-made dress. Although it's not as good as what you usually wear, it's still better than your blood-stained white robe." She said calmly, her voice was already very calm compared to the grievance just now.

"..." Feng Qing remained silent as usual, but just opened his eyes and glanced at the tailor beside him.

Ye Feiwan didn't feel any extra emotions anymore, seeing that he was motionless, she shook off the ready-made clothes and stepped forward to undo Feng Qing's girdle.

"What?" Feng Qing asked suddenly.

This was the first sentence he said to her after returning from the cliff mountain. Ye Feiwan raised his head: "Your hands are inconvenient, I will help you change your clothes."

Feng Qing's expression was stagnant, and the ears were inexplicably hot, and finally he only said: "You go out, I... I can do it myself."

Ye Feiwan glanced at his hands, and in the end didn't say much, turned around and walked out to make room for a seat in the middle.

There was a rustling sound in the room, Feng Qing's movements were very slow, his hands still hurt thinking about it, it took him almost a stick of incense to change a piece of clothing.

Ye Feiwan went in again, and the blood-stained clothes had already been thrown on the ground. After thinking about it, she rolled the clothes into a ball: "I can't take these clothes anymore. I'll throw them in the kitchen and burn them later."

"..." Feng Qing fell silent again.

Ye Feiwan got up, walked to the table, opened the food box, and brought out the food and rice in plates, the porridge was still steaming.

She glanced at Feng Qing: "Are you eating by yourself, or should I feed you?"

Feng Qing frowned.

Ye Feiwan explained, "You saved me, it's my benefactor, and I should serve you, so don't feel uncomfortable." She had already figured it out while she was waiting for the meal in the kitchen.

Feng Qing saved her, it was just a benefactor.Even if there is no lesson from the previous life, with his current attitude towards her, he doesn't seem to care about her appearance, so why should she put her face on someone else's cold ass?

However, after hearing her finish, Feng Qing's face became gloomy, a bit chillier than his expressionless face just now, and he calmly said, "I will eat by myself."

Ye Feiwan didn't stop him, nodded, put the bowl and chopsticks away for him, and sat across from him to eat by himself.

Feng Qing got up and sat on the side. Although the hand injured by the hairpin hurt, he could still move. He took the chopsticks, and finally looked up at the woman opposite.

The current her is much calmer than the one who just left, but he only looks at that calmness.

Engong... He knew that what she said was right, but he was angry in his heart, very angry.

Obviously he was the one who ignored her, why at this moment... the person who was angry seemed to be him too?

Thinking of this, his face became even more gloomy.

After dinner, the two of them didn't say a word.

After eating, Ye Feiwan reopened the food box and took out a bowl of medicine from the bottom. The hot medicine juice had become warm at this moment. She put the medicine in front of Feng Qing. It was the medicine she had just fried in the kitchen. Yes, in order to prevent him from having a fever at night due to the deep wound.

Feng Qing didn't expect her to be so well-prepared. He glanced at her again, raised his head and drank the concoction.

Ye Feiwan couldn't help but pursed her mouth. When she was decocting the medicine, she splashed a drop on the back of her hand, and she tasted it. It was very bitter, and it was better than those medicine juices she drank in the previous life, but he drank it calmly.

However, without saying anything, Ye Feiwan put the bowls and chopsticks back into the food box: "I have ordered the waiter to bring hot water, and you will rest on the bed after you take a bath."

After the words fell, he turned around and left.

Feng Qing looked at her back with fixed eyebrows, feeling more and more unhappy.

Everything was as she said, the waiter brought hot water, he cleaned himself, put on a snow-white underwear, and lay on the bed.

He really should rest. He felt that the concoction just started to take effect, and his head was a little drowsy, but for some reason... he couldn't sleep.

He stared fixedly at the curtain above his head.

That woman... doesn't she know that it's night now?Still outside?
(End of this chapter)