He finally wrapped up the wounds on her wrists, and he was already sweating.
In fact, he is not tired, but he has never done such a thing. He can't help being in a hurry. The more he wants to do well, he makes a mess.
Seeing her wrists wrapped like zongzi, he felt a little embarrassed, but he didn't want to admit that he was ugly.
"Ning'er, are you thirsty? Do you want to drink water?" Chu Shaoyang looks at her with a gentle expression.
Shen Ning nodded. Her throat was too painful to speak.
"Well, I'll pour you water right away." Chu Shaoyang's face flashed with joy.
Because she didn't scold him, she didn't get angry. He thought that when she found out that she was imprisoned here, she would be furious, but she didn't.
He poured a full cup of tea from the teapot on the table. The tea was a little cold. He held it in his palm and used his internal power to warm a cup of tea. Then he went to the bed, raised her shoulder with one hand, and then sent the cup to her lips.
She drank like rain and said in a hoarse voice, "still."
Hearing her hoarse voice, he couldn't help but feel heartache, fondly touched her hair, and said with a smile, "good."
After drinking three cups of tea, she felt that her hot throat was not so painful. She lay back on the bed again, looking at the embroidery on the top of the tent, and was in a silent trance.
Chu Shaoyang sat by her side, staring at her all the time. He began to feel uneasy when he saw that she was always looking at the top of the tent, not even looking at himself or saying a word.
"Ning'er, you hate me, don't you? You hate me for locking you up here and not giving you freedom, do you? " His low way, lips slightly pursed up.
He actually knows her, he also knows what she wants, but now he can't do it.
Shen Ning still didn't speak. After listening to him, she didn't even blink her eyes. She looked straight at the top of her head.
She felt that part of her heart was dead, and she didn't want to hear or believe a word of his words.
"Ning'er, you look at me, you talk to me!" Chu Shaoyang can't stand the taste of being ignored by her. He would rather she scolded him and beat him than her indifference.
He shook her head and shook her shoulder.
She was shaken dizzy by him, and finally closed her eyes. When she opened again, her eyes were like water mist, looking at him in a secluded way.
"Chu Shaoyang, is this how you love me?" Her voice was as low as a whisper because she had no strength to speak out loud.
"What do you mean?" He frowned.
"Lock me up like a prisoner, in this bed, and wait for your favor at any time. Is that what you want?" She gave him a calm look, and then she turned away and gazed at the candle behind him.
He frowned like a lock, staring at her, breathing heavily, pinching her chin, forcing her to turn to look at himself.
"Ning'er, I'm for you. If I don't, will you stay by my side? I don't want to lock you up, but if I give you freedom, you won't be mine
She whispered: "Chu Shaoyang, you say you love me, but your love is only possession, you have never respected me, which is why I have never liked you."
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