Chapter 41: frank

"Why are you?!" Gu Yining looked at Mo Jianchen incredulously. This Huan'er disappeared into the room like a living person.
"Why can't you be the king?" Mo Jianchen looked at Gu Yining and curled his lips playfully.
"I..." Gu Yining tried to say something but stopped, turning her head back, her slender hand couldn't help climbing on top of the plain white garment that had just been pulled down, ready to pull it back again.
To him—she seemed to be resisting something.
"Doesn't it hurt to pull it up?" A deep voice rang in his ears, and Gu Yining was taken aback for a moment, and then obediently let go of his hand.
"Why would you think of changing my dressing?" Gu Yining sat quietly, her white and tender shoulders exposed in front of Mo Jianchen.
Mo Jianchen couldn't help but stunned, he couldn't bear to see her tears flowing from the pain of the wound; and... he hadn't seen her for almost the whole day, he missed a little.
But these were all hidden in his heart.
He, who has never touched love before, regards Qing Dou Chukai as a strange feeling, and disagrees with it.
No one had thought that the arrogant and arrogant eighth prince of Mo was actually an innocent little virgin.
Mo Jianchen remained silent, but picked up the herbal medicine wrapped in kraft paper, and took it apart without any haste.
"Thank you..." The deep voice suddenly entered Gu Yining's ears.
Gu Yining couldn't help but stunned, then looked back, looking at Mo Jianchen puzzledly: "Thank you for what?"
Suddenly looking back, he looked at her clear beautiful eyes, and there was a wave of ripples in his calm heart. He pretended to be calm and responded: "You saved this king's life."
After speaking, Gu Yining smiled. She was still wondering why Mo Jianchen suddenly thanked him. It turned out to be a hidden weapon for him. She turned her head back and turned her back to Mo Jianchen, her tone indifferent, like A savior: "This is nothing, you don't have to come to thank me."
The wound was still the same as yesterday, and it didn't seem to be getting better. Fortunately, she couldn't see the wound, otherwise she would definitely be frightened by her wound.
"Does it still hurt?" The man's tone suddenly softened, Yu her--he seemed to have slowly put down his guard, but...who is she?
Gu Yining hummed indifferently, "You lighten it..."
"My king has a question for you." Mo Jianchen's hand holding the herb hung in the air.
"What's the problem?" Gu Yining asked in confusion.
"Who are you?"
Mo Jianchen asked, Gu Yining's heart seemed to miss a beat: "I...Isn't that me?"
Gu Yining had long been expected to answer this way, she must have some ulterior secret, otherwise she would not give such an ambiguous answer.
"Huh?" Mo Jianchen raised an eyebrow, grabbed the herb and applied her wound without hesitation, "Who are you?"
The hot pain spread from the wound unexpectedly, and she is now like a prisoner who has been forced to confess.
"I..." Gu Yining opened her mouth in pain, this Mo Jianchen! It's too much!
Before Gu Yining could finish speaking, she wrapped her big hand on her waist ambiguously, and then even a warm breath fell on her ears: "This king thinks, Ning'er, you should think about it before answering. ."
auzw.com "I..." The pain hasn't completely disappeared, and a small cold sweat slowly appeared on Gu Yining's forehead. "I don't know how to explain to you..."
"What do you say?" Mo Jianchen's voice was a little hoarse and gentle.
Gu Yining was very worried. After a long time, she said timidly: "You have to promise me that no matter what I say, you will not burn me as a witch."
As soon as the voice fell, Mo Jianchen behind him chuckled softly, even if she was really a demon, he wouldn't take her any way, after all—he was also a demon.
It's just that he kept this secret so good. He has been a prince for more than 20 years. No one knows that he is a demon except Junli: "Okay, this king promises you."
"Actually... I don't belong here at all..." Gu Yining said timidly.
"Doesn't belong here?" Mo Jianchen's eyes were surprised.
"I came here." Finally, Gu Yining confessed to him, feeling relieved suddenly, as if a large hanging rock finally fell to the ground.
"Do you want to ask: what is traversal?" Gu Yining didn't seem to give Mo Jianchen a chance to speak, so she continued. "Traversing means passing through from one time dimension to another. So I said—I don’t belong here."
Mo Jianchen looked at her seemingly, "Will you go back then?" For some reason, this turned out to be one of his biggest concerns.
I don't know how long since then, he is used to Gu Yining wandering around him, used to talk back to him, and used to people running timidly to give him a surprise that "Gu Yining broke the vase again".
I don't know how long ago, he actually dispelled the idea of ​​taking her soul, and now he--seems to have slowly forgotten the purpose of marrying her.
If she leaves one day, he may feel uncomfortable and his heart may become empty.
"Yes... right?" Even Gu Yining didn't know the answer, and told her how she would go back wherever she came, but when she would go back, she hasn't told her for a long time, maybe it's waiting for her to get old. Maybe it was waiting for her to be dying...
She didn't look back, naturally she couldn't see Mo Jianchen's slowly dimming eyes.
He stared at her side face in a daze, and for a long time, he smiled helplessly-what is he disappointing?
"What are you laughing at?" Gu Yining heard Mo Jianchen's chuckle, "Is it ridiculous?"
"No," Mo Jianchen's tone returned to his former calm, making it hard to figure out what he was thinking, "This king will give you medicine."
"Then you lighten it..." Gu Yining was still lingering from the pain of the other person.
"It won't hurt." Mo Jianchen's voice was soft, but very firm.
The candlelight flickered, and the faint light turned the originally dark room into a warm dim yellow.
A soft sensation faintly spread from the shoulders, somewhat comfortable and itchy.
Finally, Gu Yining couldn't help but turned her head back curiously. I don't know if it was an illusion or a fact, she actually saw the tiny dust-like dust emanating from the palm of Mo Jianchen.
The faint blue gleams with soft light, and that little piece of dream is as good as the fairy tale world in a girl's dream.
But soon, the fairy-like dreamy little fluorescence slowly faded the moment she turned her head.
She raised her eyes, but she didn't want Mo Jianchen to be looking at her too. His eyes met, and there was no wave of calm in his eyes.
"Just..." Gu Yining looked at Mo Jianchen in a somewhat unbelievable way. "Just now, my shoulder... was glowing?"
But I didn't want to, Mo Jianchen didn't hesitate to respond: "You read it wrong."