Chapter 32: Trust me once

When Han Fei withdrew his hand, Qin Che's hand trembled slightly.
Han Fei pondered for a while, and said: "When did the prince stop walking?"
"Ten years ago."
ten years? It's been so long...
Han Fei asked smoothly, "What's the reason?"
silence.
Han Fei felt a wave of coldness rushing toward her face, and mixed with the killing intent, she trembled, and when she recovered the question she had just asked, she felt a little in her heart.
A good prince suddenly limped and couldn't leave. It would definitely not be something that could be seen. Wasn't that sentence just asking for royal secrets?
Han Fei immediately turned away from the subject and said, "Master, I am going to give an injection. Are you afraid of pain? It will hurt a bit."
Han Fei couldn't help but put on a tone of coaxing the child. She didn't realize the impropriety in her tone at all. Naturally, she couldn't see the person in front of her from just killing intent to surprise.
Han Fei automatically and consciously took this master's silence as an answer, took out her needle kit, and rubbed it, but the next moment, a dagger hit her neck.
Han Fei's hand trembled and almost dropped the needle on the ground.
"You, do you treat the person who treats you this way?"
Han Fei said tremblingly.
Dafeng's expression changed, and he said, "Master, the purpose of this person is unknown. He is holding a murder weapon and he should not approach him."
Qin Che frowned and said, "Get down, gust of wind."
"Lord..."
When Haifeng met those indifferent eyes, his body suddenly froze, and at the moment he was stunned, a needle-like tingling suddenly came from his wrist, and a warm current rose from his tail. When he realized that he wanted to retreat, he got another at the back of his neck.
A burst of dizziness swept up, and the gust of wind glared at him, and finally fell to the ground unwillingly.
Han Fei quietly pulled away some silk ribbons on her eyes, looked at the man who fell on the ground, the corners of her mouth rose proudly, and muttered, "Didn’t I tell you, don’t hold the needle in my hand." You were too close to me when you were there! You threatened me with a knife again and again!"
When Han Fei just wanted to raise her eyes to look at the sick prince, she opened her clothes for a while and dangled her eyes. Then she saw the man put the robe that was originally draped on his shoulders over his legs.
Han Fei's eyes are very regrettable. It's a shame not to see those big white legs. Tsk tsk, the touch she touched just now is very good!
After hesitating for a while, Han Fei was sure that he did not see any other emotions in those indifferent eyes, and said, "Master, don't you blame me for letting down your men?"
"You didn't kill you."
Han Fei said loudly: "Am I such a cruel person!"
"He will naturally accept the sin."
After being brought down by a woman, Qin Che didn't need Qin Che to speak after Haefeng woke up, he would go to receive punishment.
Han Fei's expression suddenly became serious, and her big, dripping eyes exuded dazzling brilliance, she said to Qin Che word by word.
"I’m just telling you, I’m not talking casually. I can put your hands down with my eyes closed, then I can heal your legs, even if you can’t stand up, but at least you can have them. Touch."
Han Fei was moved by herself after speaking of these heroic words. She thought that the sick prince would be touched, but she met with his smile.
Han Fei's face suddenly collapsed, and she muttered, "Can't you be moved?"
Qin Che half-closed his eyes and said, "Many people have said this to me."
Han Fei was startled, her heart twitched unknowingly, and an unfamiliar feeling rose up. She didn't know how to describe it, but she had a trace of distress.
Han Fei gritted her teeth and said: "Once, at least you believe me once, once is enough."
Qin Che raised his eyes and fixed his gaze on Han Fei's body. Han Fei's round and stupid face was reflected in the ink-deep pupils, as if she had sucked her whole person in.
He asked: "Can I trust you? Han Fei."
Han Fei pursed his lips, stubbornly met his sight, without giving up, saying: "It is my responsibility to go through the fire for you, Lord Che!"
He was slightly surprised: "Master Che?"
Han Fei answered in her heart, isn't she just a master! His fate will be entwined with her, she is the father she wants to hold for offering!
"You got it wrong, I mean the prince."
The face under the mask was a little surprised, and the hard heart was still softer, saying, "Then, you can start."
This sentence is equivalent to agreeing to Han Fei's injecting needle for him.
With joy on Han Fei's face, she began to change a little bit about the sick prince. She picked up the ribbon again, wrapped her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "Master, can you please go to bed? "
It is indeed not easy to administer the needle while sitting.
He heard his extremely close exhalation, and his low voice overflowed, saying: "You just put down the person who could put me in bed."
Han Fei was stunned, and then she was extremely embarrassed. The pride she had just lost was gone, but the person who was stabbed by her fainted won't wake up until a day's sleep. What can I do now?
Qin Che was also watching what Han Fei should do, his face was full of interest he didn't even know.
It's been a long time since he showed up, someone who can stir his emotions.
Han Fei puffed up and said, "Master, you are offended."
Having said that, Han Fei is about to bend down to pick up the man on the armchair-anyway, she is so powerful that it shouldn’t be a problem to hug such a soft man, but her hand hasn’t touched that person. Clamped her wrists, the pain made her exhale in pain.
"You know, I don't like this method."
Han Fei was wronged, "I can't see it again!"
"But your look has betrayed you."
"how do you know!"
There was indeed a trace of her heart that wanted to tease him. After all, she knew that she was going to provide for him in the future, so she was naturally a little unhappy in her heart.
"Now I know."
Han Fei had a pause and curled her lips and said, "Then what do you say to do!"
"Push me over."
Han Fei said puzzledly: "Are you sure?"
"Ok."
Han Fei fumbled for the position of the handle, and then applied a little bit of force to actually push the chair away. After a little thought, she understood that this chair was made to order and could be moved.
"Go left."
Han Fei turned a corner.
"pass."
Han Fei took a few steps back.
"Go forward."
Han Fei pushed forward a few steps.
"A little bit to the right."
Han Fei twisted.
"After that, you take a step back."
Han Fei rallied and stepped back.
After such a toss, she was exhausted and sweated.
As everyone knows, at this moment, in Qin Che's eyes, Han Fei, who is bending over and dragging the armchair with exhaustion, looks a bit like from his angle...
Rolling ball.
The curvature of Qin Che's lips became deeper.