Warning : Providence the Beauty is Driven to Villainy

Of course, they are more exciting than swinging on a swing.

The kind that kills you.

If the vine breaks, then they will almost confess here, there is still no bones!

***

Almost.

Just a little bit the two of them were about to fall.

In any case, it is safe for the time being.

Fu Yue let out a deep breath, she leaned on the wall a little loosely, closed her eyes, and rested for a while.

Because of closing his eyes, Fu Yue's ears became sharper.

She could instantly feel someone approaching herself.

Opened his eyelids and took a look, there was no doubt that it was Yan Jun's diseased seedling.

Fu Yue closed her eyes again. She didn't really want to pay attention to Yan Jun's servant now, because today's thrilling assassination was all thanks to him, and Fu Yue had a good face for him now.

Then, she felt--

One hand gently supported her chin, and the fingertips felt cool and extremely soft.

Fu Yue opened his eyes and saw Yan Jun kneeling halfway in front of her, leaning down, slender fingers supporting her chin, and holding a white clean handkerchief in the other hand, wiping her cheeks carefully. .

"..."

As soon as she raised her hand, she heard Yan Jun let out a soft, low rebuke.

"Don't move, your face is scratched."

Yes, I didn't pay attention just now, Fu Yue's face was cut with a small cut, about half an inch. Her skin was as flawless as jade, and a blood stain was added, which inevitably looked a little dazzling.

Fu Yue frowned: "It's okay, it's just a small injury. You don't need to take this injury to your heart."

Yan Jun: "Now we don't have any herbal medicine. What if the wound becomes suppurative and ulcerated?"

"It will be disfigured."

"..."

Fu Yue froze in place, Yan Jun accurately grasped her weakness.

Disfigurement, that is absolutely unthinkable.

If Fu Yue was allowed to live a lifetime with a disfigured face, she might choose to leave this plane directly.

This is the last dignity of being a Yan dog.

However, just a scratch that is slightly longer than the fingernail can be disfigured?

Are you kidding me? ?

Fu Yue glanced at Yan Jun suspiciously. Although she was uneasy, she still did not move, letting Yan Jun play tricks on her face.

Seeing her behaved like this, Yan Jun's black eyes flashed a smile.

"Today, thank you princess. The princess's life-saving grace will be repaid in the future."

Fu Yue glanced up at him, her voice lazily, "No, as long as the prince won't fall into trouble, Xihe will be very grateful."

Yan Jun: "..."

He seemed a little sad, with a pair of clear black eyes staring at Fu Yue, sighing and mocking himself, "I didn't expect that in the princess's heart, I should be such a person. It is really sad..."

He changed his voice.

"But why did the princess say this? The princess is my wife, so how can I be downcast in the future? As long as I live in one day, I will protect the princess' prosperity and prosperity. The princess is really worried."

Fu Yue said lazily with her eyes closed.

"It's just a husband and wife in name, so why don't the prince take it to heart. In the coming day, you and I will have nothing to do with you."

Fu Yue's voice fell.

Yan Jun's fingers shook, and he couldn't help but heavier.

Fu Yue let out a painful cry: "Hiss."

Yan Jun lowered her beautiful curled eyelashes, and said, "Sorry, I hurt the princess. But...does the princess want to be with me?"

he asks.