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"You're awake?" His voice was soft and careful.

Wen Xin blinked her eyes. In a blur, she saw Leng Jueye's handsome face. Why would such a man, who had insulted her last night, appear here?

And then the pain in her shoulder made her think she'd blocked a knife for Don. Was she in the hospital?

Her line of sight had not yet been completely clear, but as she blinked several times, her vision became clearer and clearer. Finally, she was sure that the face that was bent over her, was actually Leng Jueye's face.

Her small heart skipped a beat in her chest, and she almost sat up. When Leng Jueye just got to her, both his hands stopped her and pressed on her shoulders, "Don't move."

Wen Xin blinked her eyes, and asked with a slightly hoarse voice, "Why are you here? What about my mother? "

"Why can't I be here?" Leng Jueye was immediately angered by her words.

Wen Xin was startled, didn't he want to accompany her girlfriend? Didn't he treat her like grass? Why did he care so much about her?

"Where's my mother?" she asked.

"I told her to go back first. She's too old to stay up late."

So he had been with her all night?

Wen Xin thought in disbelief. At this time, the pain in her shoulder still made her frown and cry out twice, "So painful."

Leng Jueye's heart tightened, it stung and hurt, but he didn't show it on his face, so he said in a deep voice, "It's strange that it doesn't hurt."

Wen Xin suddenly thought of someone, and she asked: "Where's Tang? Is he alright!? Did he get stabbed? "

"Just take care of yourself." Leng Jueye frowned, he was really worried about that foreign prince!

"Is he hurt or not! Tell me quickly. " Wen Xin panicked. She really wanted to know, when she closed her eyes, she could still imagine the fear in that blade stabbing towards Tang Xian.

"He's fine!" Leng Jueye gave a light snort.

Wen Xin slightly heaved a sigh of relief, "That's good."

"That's good? He was supposed to be in bed, not you. " Leng Jueye coldly snorted. He almost didn't dare imagine, if the blade was even a few centimeters away, he would lose her.

Seeing his angry expression, Wen Xin laughed weakly: "Why are you angry! "It's not like you're in pain."

Leng Jueye coldly looked at her. His pain was not his body, but his heart.

"What do you want to eat?" His tone was still a bit softer.

"Have some porridge, white porridge." Wen Xin answered.

Leng Jueye pushed the door and stepped out, instructing Zuo Feng, who was outside, to immediately go buy porridge.

Wen Xin endured the pain of the wound. When she saved Tang Zheng yesterday, she really did not think too much about it, nor did she think that she would die. She only thought about pushing Tang Yuan away at that moment.

Remembering what Leng Jueye had said, Wen Xin softly sighed. Raising her head, she saw that someone had already pushed open the door and sat back down on his seat. She looked at her with furrowed brows.

"Why are you here to take care of me? Won't you accompany your girlfriend? " Wen Xin asked a little self-deprecatingly. She was starting to care about what he said last night, and even until now, she still felt that her chest was stuffed to the point of being in a panic.

Leng Jueye's lips curved in a resentful smile, "When she saw me saving you last night, he was so angry that he left."

"Ah …" Wen Xin was surprised, was he the one who saved her last night?

"So, think about how you should compensate me!" "You pissed off my girlfriend, shouldn't you compensate me with a girlfriend?"

Wen Xin blinked and as expected, she blamed herself. She bit her lips and said, "I'm sorry, I never thought that I would misunderstand your girlfriend. Hurry up and call her! I'll explain everything. "

Leng Jueye's eyes darkened, "How are you going to explain this to her?"

Wen Xin looked at him very seriously, "I will tell her that you and I have nothing to do with each other. We are only friends, I will not disturb your relationship."

"Nothing?" "Hmm?" The man suddenly leaned toward her, his thin lips curling into a mocking smile.

Wen Xin blinked her eyes, seeing the familiar look of ridicule in his eyes, she felt embarrassed, and her tensed body involuntarily pulled at the wound, causing her to take in a cold breath. Leng Jueye immediately retracted his mocking expression and frowned, "Alright, let's not think about anything else now, just focus on recuperating from our injuries!"

"But how can I explain your girlfriend's situation?"

"I will explain!"

"Then how are you going to explain it?"

"Tell me the truth."

"What truth?"

"I have an affair with you."

Wen Xin fainted. Was this man trying to explain? She glared at him. "Can you not be so vulgar?"

"Of course, why am I as sunny as that handsome foreign guy you saved last night? I'm just an evil merchant with a stink of copper. "

Wen Xin rolled his eyes, "I didn't think of you that way."

Right at this moment, a knock sounded out, "Come in."

The door opened, revealing a dark blue and handsome figure standing outside. Who else could it be but Tang Xiu? Surrounded by a group of black bodyguards, he looked like a handsome prince from a fairy tale. His golden hair was combed back in a noble fashion, revealing a handsome and defenceless look on his face.

In the presence of such a young prince, Lord Cold Night had a strong sense of jealousy. He must have known that the Don had the identity of a prince, a beautiful appearance, and a unique Western charm.

"Don." Wen Xin exclaimed in surprise.

"Wen Xin..." Seeing that she had woken up, Tang Zheng immediately revealed an ecstatic smile, as though she was ignoring someone's murderous gaze. He walked over with large strides, and stooped down to size Wen Xin up, "Are you alright! Are you feeling better? "

"I'm fine." Wen Xin smiled slightly.

Tang Xiu immediately sat at the side, seeing Wen Xin's hands that were exposed on top of the blanket, he excitedly held it, the Chinese words that held her breath was not enough to express his gratitude, she spoke some English, causing Wen Xin to struggle to listen, while Leng Jueye stared at his wolf claws, and wanted to brush it away.

But seeing Tang Zheng's face full of gratitude, almost to the point of tears flowing down his eyes, he kindly chose not to interrupt him.

"You're welcome, the situation was too dangerous." Wen Xin pursed her lips and laughed.

"I don't know how to thank you. You can do anything you want me to."

"Except for promising myself." Behind him, a cold male voice interrupted.

"I don't care about that. If Miss Wen Xin likes me, I can take her back home and marry her as my wangfei."