She is lonely

Chapter 22 Your Highness, can I kiss Gu Cen? 7
Lin Bianhan seldom looked at her emotionally, but this time Gu Cen saw Lin Bianhan tear off the cuff that was tied around her wrist with a gloomy expression. Gu Cen's skin was delicate, and the cuff was easy on her wrist Several crimson marks were formed, interlaced around her wound.

Lin Bianhan stared at her wound for a moment, raised the bloody cuff with his cold fingertips, threw it away, and interrogated Gu Cen slowly: "Does Guyou allow you to get hurt because of Lin Bian? "

Gu Cen's hand hurt so much from his pinch, and he wanted to pull it back, but Lin Bianhan held it back with all his strength, with such a strong and irresistible force, he raised his dark phoenix eyes and looked at him coldly. She asked, "Gu Cen, did you not understand that who has the final say on your life?"

Gu Cen is not a fool, she can see that Lin Bianhan is angry, and he is rarely angry with her like this.

But she also knew that the reason why Lin Bianhan had feelings for her this time was because she was bleeding—as a sporadic Spirit Race person in this world, she had the rarest blood on her body, which is why Lin Bianhan valued her the most one of the reasons.

Therefore, it's no wonder that Lin Bianhan was not angry when he saw that she was injured and bleeding without permission.

"Someone wants to assassinate the princess, it's only because I'm not careful..." Gu Cen replied as calmly as possible, because she smelled Lin Bianhan's spiritual breath towards her, and the pores of her body were startled to open, Resist fear in the bones.

"So you think that Lin Bian's life is more important than yours?" Lin Bianhan's tone sounded cool, without any ups and downs.

Gu Cen's swollen and painful ankle couldn't bear the torment of the spiritual breath, and he sprained almost invisibly, and barely stood still.

She stood very stiffly, and her shoulders were trembling slightly, and she was not upright enough. After half a quarter of an hour, Gu Cen knelt down submissively, "Your Highness, I know my mistake."

Lin Bian looked at her coldly, unmoved.

Gu Cen took a small breath, and then sucked in his throat tremblingly. The bead of his upper lip was bitten so hard that a small section of white was turned out, and the color of his lips became very pale.

She was in pain all over her body, her muscles and bones seemed to be pierced invisible in the air again and again, the pain was so severe that she couldn't resist the oppression of his spiritual breath at all.

I don't even know how long Lin Bianhan will punish her.

It was only for such a short time, but Gu Cen felt as if she had passed through a long time of suffering. She slowly fell down beside his legs, even if it hurt so much that she couldn't kneel straight, but her voice was still restrained, It sounds short, but every word is struggling to utter: "I'm in pain, Your Highness, Gu Cen is in pain."

"Forgive Gu Cen..."

The edge of the forest withdrew his spiritual breath coldly, got up and walked deep into the white forest.

Gu Cen, who was left behind, lay down on the side of the stone wall for a long time before she felt her hands and feet became conscious. She bit her lips tightly and panted slowly for a long time before forcing herself to stand up. Her expression gradually faded. followed.

Passing through the winding path in the forest, I saw a small stream covered with a thin layer of frost. Under the ice surface is almost translucent blue, and the gravel under the water can be clearly seen, which is extremely beautiful.

After crossing the small wooden bridge, we came to the bamboo pavilion.

The door was pushed open but not closed. Gu Cen walked along the open doors one by one, and finally stopped by the curved corridor of the courtyard. Through the bamboo curtain hanging on the corridor, the wind brought Facing the chill, a water-blue wind chime bead was tied with a flax-colored string and hung under the bamboo curtain, swaying with the wind.

(End of this chapter)