Cold Prince, Love Tenderly

I don't know how long it took to kiss Xia Yuyan, but Xuanyuan Yichen didn't let her go until she felt that she was about to suffocate.

Xuanyuan Yichen looks at the woman in front of her. Her skin is like snow, her eyes are like a picture, her lips are red, and she gasps.

When Xia Yuyan calmed her breathing, she thought of the previous question, "is yunche injured, serious?"

Xia Yuyan can clearly feel that after her words, Xuanyuan Yichen's face quickly cools down. It's not too cold to say that.

Xuanyuan Yichen pinches her chin with her right hand, forcing her to look up at herself.

"That's how you care about other men?" It's not hard to hear that Xuanyuan Yichen's words are extremely cold.

"What do you mean?" Xia YuYan's eyes flashed a look of disbelief.

"What do I mean?" Xuanyuan Yichen sneers and rubs her right thumb on her lips. "Yan'er, can't I satisfy you? Do you have to think about other men in your mind? "

"Xuanyuan Yichen," Xia Yuyan suddenly stood up, "you don't believe me, up to now, you still don't believe me."

Xuanyuan Yichen didn't look at her and didn't speak.

Xia Yuyan looks at the man sitting on the bed. She is only sad and disappointed. She sighs and goes to the door.

"Stop." When Xia Yuyan comes to the door, Xuanyuan Yichen stops her.

Xia Yuyan steps a meal.

"You go to him?"

"Yes," Xia Yuyan answers with her back to him.

"Don't go." Xuanyuan Yichen doesn't want to speak immediately.

Xia Yuyan laughs bitterly, as if turning a deaf ear to his words. She raises her foot and walks to the door.

Xuanyuan Yichen closes his eyes and holds his fist tightly to suppress his anger. When he can't hear Xia YuYan's footsteps, he slowly opens his eyes and stands up. But before he could stand still, a sense of dizziness swept over him.

In a humble hospital in the capital, Xia Yuyan is treating the wound for the man lying on the bed.

Dongfang yunche's injury is indeed not light. Until now, he is still unconscious, and his white face is a bit whiter than white paper.

It took Xia Yuyan more than half an hour to deal with the wound on his body.

Chen Wang Fu

"Mr. Yao, why don't you wake up?" Xiaofeng looks at Xuanyuan Yichen who is still in a coma on the bed and anxiously walks around the room.

"Son of a bitch, you always shake something." Yao Lao's angry voice said, "if you are not convinced, you can cure yourself. I'll abdicate and let you be virtuous."

"You..." Xiaofeng didn't dare to scold.

"He had already suffered a very serious internal injury, and then he was in a hurry to attack his heart. That's why he didn't wake up." Old medicine sighed, "how can a good body be tossed like this?"

"Who did he fight with and hurt himself like this?" Although Yao Lao is not proficient in martial arts, he still knows that Xuanyuan Yichen is very proficient in martial arts. I'm afraid few people in the world can match him.

"Not the Lord of the holy palace." Xiaofeng didn't say well.

"The boy of Dongfang family?" Yaolao stroked his beard. "Isn't the secret gate and the holy palace always well water but river water? Why suddenly..."

"Old medicine, you should know the story that anger is a beauty." Xiao Feng reminds a way in the side.

Yao looks at him in disbelief. In his heart, Xuanyuan Yichen has always been a cold man who doesn't like to talk and doesn't love women. Unexpectedly, he almost killed himself for a woman.

"Since ancient times, beauty has been a disaster." Old Yao sighed.

After hearing this, the night immediately turned and walked towards the door.

"Dark night, where are you going?" Xiaofeng asked.

"You should know that only one person can cure the Lord."

"But..." Xiaofeng hesitated, "I'm afraid it's because of her that the Lord is so impatient and aggressive. Now you go to find her, I'm afraid..."

"We can't intervene in their affairs, but I believe she's not a ruthless person." The tone of the night was firm.

Xiaofeng looked at him and nodded, "go back quickly."

The night nodded to him and most of them walked out of the room.