Chapter 31: You worry about me

Han Fei was stunned, but did not directly admit it, but said: "Master, is there anything wrong with your body?"
The man withdrew his gaze, his slender fingertips lightly tapped the book on his knees, and said, "No."
At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the dead tree outside the window rustled, the person sitting by the window closed his eyes slightly, his black hair was raised a little, and the weak figure seemed to follow the wind. Passed away.
A slight coolness rose, and the temperature at night was still a bit low. Han Fei shivered, frowned as she watched the wide open window, and then walked over and closed the window.
The man did not stop speaking out, but his sight fell on Han Fei, which made Han Fei a little bit stunned, but he still coughed twice and said: "It is cold at night, the prince had better not catch the cold."
After all, Han Fei looked at the dark green robe on the bed. She walked over and picked up the robe without hesitation. The touch was very good. The material was not bad, but it was very warm when wrapped. .
She was holding the robe and was about to put it on the man, her wrist was severely gripped, and the jade-cold fingertips pressed against her skin, as if she was about to frostbite someone.
Han Fei froze in her limbs, annoyed in her heart that this shameful problem could not be corrected, how could she forget that the sick prince in front of her would kill her.
The man raised his eyes, the mask on his face made Han Fei unable to see the look under him, but the indifference in those eyes still made her heart tremble.
Han Fei didn't break his hand, but lowered his eyebrows and said pleasingly: "Sorry, Han Fei crossed the line."
I think her actions are very extraordinary in the eyes of the ancients. Her modern habits have not been completely changed, and she has forgotten what age it is.
After a while, the man slowly said, "You worry about me."
This is an affirmative sentence, there is no doubt in the tone.
Han Fei took the sentence from the bottom of her heart with a mockery, "You are the goal of my life here, so why not worry about it?" But this sentence can only be said in the bottom of my heart, and Han Fei made an excuse on the face.
"Han Fei once promised that she would do her best, go through all fire and water, and serve the prince, before she died."
Thinking of her nervous words that day, Han Fei couldn't help being happy.
The man was slightly surprised, and the hand holding Han Fei slowly loosened, pulled it back, put it on his leg, and said faintly: "You remember."
Han Fei put his robe on him easily, and controlled his strength very carefully, for fear that his strange strength would accidentally cut off the sick prince.
"Han Fei naturally remembered."
It's hard not to remember, thanks to the nervousness of the system, tsk.
"Ok."
Then there was no interest.
Han Fei hesitated for a while, still said: "Master, I want to give your legs acupuncture, you..."
Mind showing your big white legs?
Han Fei did not dare to say the latter sentence, but she saw that the man's hands on his legs were quietly clenched.
It wasn't until this moment that Han Fei understood that this person was not as indifferent as it seemed on the surface, he still cared...exposed his weakest place.
My heart is slightly complicated.
"No need."
He refused.
Han Fei frowned and said, "Master, don't you believe me?"
The man closed the book, raised his head and closed his eyes, and said, "You go back."
The words have already brought the meaning of chasing off.
Han Fei said hardly: "If there is no treatment, the prince will be uncomfortable every time the season changes!"
A person with leg problems does not mean that the lower body is paralyzed. Weak touch still exists. However, due to years of non-work, the joints are already rusty. When the rain changes in the season, the patient will feel painful. In this case, Han Fei It's not uncommon in modern times.
What's more, if the prince refuses to be treated, how can she repay the debt she owes!
"You go back."
Han Fei said stubbornly: "I don't!"
The person gave her a surprised look, and Xu didn't understand how the person who was scared just now had so much courage.
"If the prince doesn't want me to see it, then Han Fei will just close her eyes."
The man pursed his mouth and looked at the woman in front of him with a firm light shining in his eyes. The big round face was clearly without beauty, but the eyes were bright.
"you can?"
"I can!" Han Fei insisted.
The man curled his lips, and then stretched out his hand to pull the dark green ribbon around his hair, his long hair dangled down, and the white chin printed on it became more gentle.
He passed the silk ribbon over and said, "Bring it on."
Han Fei took it without hesitation, and immediately wrapped her eyes, and there was a trace of his own on the dark green ribbon, which was cold and smelled of medicine.
There was a whistling sound in her ears. Han Fei's face was blushing, but due to the big round face, the blushing was not obvious, she coughed uncomfortably. Try to correct the mentality of one's own healer.
Soon, his voice rang in his ear, "Okay."
Han Fei took out her needle bag and fumbled closer, but she almost tripped over without seeing her.
A slender arm stretched out and grabbed her wrist, and the voice sounded, "Come here."
Han Fei became more uncomfortable, but still slowly approached following the traction of that arm, and touched the armrest in her hand.
"Master, are you ready?"
Han Fei asked uncertainly.
But what Han Fei didn't know was that after she approached, Haifeng was already holding a dagger close to her back, and his eyes were full of murderous aura.
An untrustworthy woman approached the prince with a needle in her hand, which was enough to make Haifeng attack her.
But the man stopped the wind with his eyes.
"Ok."
Hearing the response, Han Fei took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a long breath, and then all the anxiety and unnaturalness on her face disappeared, replaced by a kind of extreme seriousness, as if treating a sacred thing.
Her look surprised the man slightly.
When Han Fei's hand touched the cold skin, her whole mentality was immersed in a realm, without distractions, without any shameful thoughts. At this moment, she is a healer, and her men are patients who need her.
Her hands with scorching temperature were pressed on Qin Che’s legs. Han Fei’s fingers were meaty and very soft. Because of her puffiness, her body temperature was higher than that of ordinary people. The cold Qin Che was a little trembling.
The warm hands, cold skin, under the contact, spread little by little, as if the temperature belonging to her has stained his body, and no one... has been so close to him.
There was a crack in the lake of the heart that had been frozen for more than ten years, and Qin Che's gaze looked at Han Fei suddenly and deeply.
The hand on the armchair couldn't be squeezed tightly.