do you have any pain?
These two simple words made concubine Ye feel sour.
She unconsciously remembered the old days. The young master often took her out to play. She always likes to do it. If she is injured, the young master will ask her like this. Does it hurt?
Then buy the best medicine for her and apply it gently.
The young master at that time doted on her.
She also made a fuss every time. She shouted that it hurt to death. She took this opportunity to let him take her everywhere to eat and drink. If she wanted anything, she would confidently ask him to buy it for her.
She opened her mouth and habitually wanted to say it hurt, but when she lifted her eyes, she found that there was a strange cold light in his dark and narrow eyes. It seemed that the care she had just seen was just an illusion.
This cold and alienated feeling made her suddenly wake up!
They have never been so close since two years ago.
She couldn't get close to him when she wanted to talk to him.
At that time, she found that the gap in her identity with the young master was like the Yangtze River, which she could not cross in her life.
Thinking of this, she repressed her inner excitement, her expression became dull again, and her answer was particularly formulaic: "thank you for your concern, young master. It doesn't hurt."
The hand holding her wrist made a sudden effort, which made her hurt and couldn't help biting her lips, but concubine ye still hung her head like a wooden man at his mercy.
The room was suddenly quiet. He didn't speak or move. In this way, concubine Ye raised her eyes and found that a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, which quickly made her unable to grasp what it was. Then he suddenly stretched out his hand, tightly clamped her chin, and immediately sneered, "It seems that... The punishment for you is still too light? You dare to calculate me like that, concubine Ye. You are brave!"
Dare you calculate him like that?
That's it again!
How did she calculate on him?
It's like how many grievances he has suffered, but it's clear that he suffered more losses?!
Concubine Ye opened her mouth to explain something, but suddenly thought of the Xiao family rules.
What the young master says is what he says, and unconditionally execute the young master's orders.
This is definitely more hegemonic than fascist hegemony!
Make complaints about it, but she still shows her respect and low head. "Yes, master, it's my fault."
It's such a docile look again!
Xiao Mu Nan clutched her chin tightly, and his anger turned upward.
But he suddenly realized that even if her face didn't change, cold sweat was seeping from her forehead. He suddenly realized that she was actually in pain.
He subconsciously released his hand and his heart was desolate.
He sneered, "get out!"
Imperial concubine Ye was imperceptibly relieved and hurriedly lowered her head, "yes, young master."
Then she quickly stepped back, opened his bedroom door and came out.
She bit her lips and the grievances from the bottom of her heart rushed up. She quickly lowered her eyes and tried to press down the acidity in her eyes.
She took a deep breath and stabilized her mood. She lowered her head slightly and walked forward step by step. The step seemed to be measured, not big or small, but it just reflected the meaning of elegance.
As she was walking, she heard a sarcastic voice behind her, "what a shame! What if she climbed into bed? The young master doesn't ignore you!"