Following the boy's crisp call, Ling Qingxuan's hand was pulled, and she was dragged back by a strong force.

Ling Qingxuan stepped on the ground and looked at the culprit in confusion.

The boy's hand was tightly held, and the gap was not loose at all.

Feng Jue's heart was beating wildly.

In such a high place, even if the adult has the ability, he will be afraid.

"I was wrong, my lord, don't be impulsive, I'll go out right away."

He was panting, unable to contain his restless heart.

Ling Qingxuan looked down at his trembling hand and patted it lightly.

Feng Jue recovered and immediately released.

He overstepped again.

Feng Jue took a few steps back, lowered his eyes and said: "Sir, close the window, otherwise you will catch a cold at night. I will be outside the door. If the adult still thinks that it is not good, I will stay away."

After speaking, he ran to the door.

A set of actions flowed smoothly, very quickly.

Ling Qingxuan's eyes moved slightly and she raised her hand.

On it is the mark of being caught red by Feng Jue, and the blood flowing from his hand.

She sniffed lightly from the tip of her nose, thought for a while, and tentatively stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick it.

She likes this body.

Her eyes moved slightly to the door, and she walked over slowly.

And Feng Jue, who was hiding outside the door, looked at the large and small wounds on his body and covered them with other fabrics.

Did he make the adults angry?

With his head buried in his arms, Feng Jue sighed.

Especially when he remembered the act of handing over the wound on his hand just now, he blushed uncontrollably and muttered for a while.

He must be crazy, he actually wants... to let the adults touch, touch him.

Feng Jue sighed for a while, covering her flushed face.

Just now, he seemed to be holding the adult's hand tightly.

It's no wonder adults aren't angry.

Eh, my lord, are you angry?

Feng Jue seems to have never seen Ling Qingxuan showing other emotions.

Either angry or happy.

"Hey……"

He sighed again, opened his lips slightly, and muttered, "Sir..."

What do adults think about every day?

I really want to know.

'knock-knock-'

There was a knock on the door behind him, Feng Jue immediately turned around, and asked across the door, "Sir, what's the matter?"

"Does it hurt?"

The faint voice came from inside, but Feng Jue felt that after hearing it again, she felt extremely relieved and joyful.

Feng Jue looked at his body, the adults were asking about these injuries, he hurriedly said: "No... ah, it hurts."

At this point, Feng Jue did not intend to endure it.

A small crack opened in the door, and Ling Qingxuan stuffed some medicine out.

Feng Jue:  …

Feng Jue was at a loss with these things, "Sir, have I affected you here?"

"No, put your hand in."

Feng Jue stretched out her hand for unknown reasons, and her complexion changed after she stretched it out.

Shouldn't your lord be so angry that he wanted to cut off his hand with a spirit sword just because he pulled her just now?

Feng Jue's palm shrank, but she still didn't get it back.

He belongs to the adults as a whole, if the adults want, take it.

The boy tightened his body, waiting for the pain to come, but after a while, his face suddenly turned red.

adults are...

He pursed his lips tightly, not knowing where to look.

Carefully adjusting his breathing, Feng Jue only felt that the burning sensation was about to stain his body.

Finally, his hand was released.

Feng Jue took it back with a beautiful bow tied on it.

But the feeling just now lingers.

"Big, big man."

"The medicine is ready, come in." The door was closed again.

Feng Jue gasped for breath, and was finally able to breathe well.

He pressed the bandaged area to his cheek, his eyes faint.

soft.

...

After quickly wrapping up, Feng Jue got up when someone stopped him.

"Little brat?"

He looked up and saw a man coming this way.

With vigilance in his eyes, Feng Jue looked at him warily.

The man showed a standard idiot smile, "I'm your sister Xi, little brat."

"...Auntie?" Feng Jue looked up and down again.

Oh, it really is.

However, how did Xi become a man.

Feng Jue was not interested in things other than Ling Qingxuan, but her eyes returned to normal after a little doubt for two seconds.

"Why don't you have any strange expressions at all?" Xi squatted down, a little frustrated, "Forget it, how did you come here, did your lord bring it here?"

"No." Feng Jue didn't even bother to explain his experience to her.

Xi was used to it, covered his mouth and teased: "Oh, you are really clingy."

Feng Jue:  …

Xi glanced at the injury on his body, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Could it be that Lord God is not in a good mood now?"

She's beaten the child, it looks like she shouldn't go in.

"Sir, she..." Feng Jue said, and the tips of her ears turned red.

"What happened to her?" Xi felt that the answer was related to her life.

"She..." Feng Jue patted her face, "I can't tell."

Creek:  …

Xi got up and coughed twice, and knocked on the door very politely, "Sir? Are you free? I have something to report."

"Come in."

Xi guessed her tone.

Hmm... can't figure it out at all!

She tactically gave Feng Jue a tragic salute, "Remember to collect the corpse for me, by the way, take care of that child for me."

Xi walked in, and Feng Jue looked at the position where Xi just pointed in confusion.

that kid...

who?

"You, hello."

The boy's green voice sounded.

Feng Jue was stunned, closed her eyes, and raised them again.

A boy in a dress jacket stood not far away, greeting Feng Jue shyly.

Feng Jue frowned slightly, but did not let go of her vigilance, "Who are you?"

The boy told his origins, but Feng Jue still kept a distance from him.

"How did you and Ah...xi know each other?"

Knowing yourself and the enemy can take the lead.

The prince scratched his head, a little embarrassed, "He helped me and said he would be my knight, so...he is protecting me now."

Feng Jue stared for a while, then looked at the prince seriously again.

Sure enough, this child was born very good-looking, the type that Xi likes.

That weird aunt must be thinking something dirty again.

Feng Jue just shook her head lightly and said nothing.

"Are you also the one guarded by Xi?" After a moment of silence, the boy opened his mouth cautiously.

"No, I have nothing to do with her." Feng Jue denied it very quickly.

He reached out and pressed against the door, his eyes soft, "I want to protect someone else."

The prince was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "That's great, if only I had the power to protect others."

"It's definitely impossible just by thinking." For some reason, after a brief chat, although Feng Jue didn't let down his guard, he felt a strange sense of reassurance for him, "Prove it with actions, prove your worth, prove it. You can protect others yourself."

He half-supported his head, his eyes twinkling in the light.

I don't know if Feng Jue is talking to him or to himself.