Chapter 2050 [Shangxie]

Chang Sun Chi frowned.

"You're still sick."

"That's okay."

Xia Fuyi raised her eyes, her pupils as bright as obsidian, piercing straight into Changsun Chi's eyes.

He was stunned for a while before he nodded slowly.

"good."

The word "good" was spoken very slowly, but just as the voice fell, there was a sudden flash of bright light, and the Fengjiang Sword was unsheathed like an afterimage, flying quickly towards the girl in white opposite.

Xia Fuyi was ill and not in good spirits, her reactions were not as happy as before, but the tip of the snow-white sword was already before her eyes. She quickly leaned forward and drew the sword, her three thousand strands of black hair fluttering in the wind. At the critical moment, she finally pushed open the barrier.

Who knew that just as the crisis was resolved, a light breath was already blowing in her ears from behind, and Fengjiang had already fallen firmly into the palm of its owner's hand, and was placed across her neck lightly and as fast as lightning.

After a dizzy spell, Xia Fuyi couldn't hold on and fell backwards, bumping into the man's arms.

Then the calm voice of Changsun Chiyun rang in my ears.

"You lose."

Chang Sun Chi held the sword across her neck in one hand, and gently clenched it with the other hand, slowly moving it in front of her.

The slender hand slowly unfolded, and a few strands of soft green hair lay on the white palm.

That's Xia Fuyi's.

She closed her eyes expressionlessly, but the man behind her threw away his sword, bent down, picked her up horizontally, turned around and strode into the bedroom, and laid her on the bed.

The man sat down beside the bed. Xia Fuyi closed her eyes and refused to open them. After a long time, she heard him slowly say,

"As a patient, your performance just now was already top-notch. Unfortunately, you are still sick after all."

"I agreed to a fight with you not to defeat you, but to let you know that I am now capable of protecting myself."

Changsun Chi leaned over and looked at the girl's tightly closed eyes, slightly trembling eyelashes, brows that were obviously furrowed in unhappiness, and pursed lips.

His gaze was intense, as if he wanted to depict the person in detail and then carve him into his pupils.

After a long time, he chuckled softly.

"Don't be unhappy. You staying in the palace is just right for us to prepare for our wedding."

Xia Fuyi still refused to speak or open her eyes.

She is not actually the kind of person who would throw a tantrum, she just doesn't want to face the problem. It's as if if she closed her eyes, the half-baked competition just now would not exist, and her words "I won't go to Yan Gui if I lose" would not count.

It was not until Changsun Chi lowered his head and placed a gentle kiss on her lips that her ears slowly turned red, and she finally opened her eyes unable to hold it back.

A pair of dark eyes seemed to be filled with starlight and sea water, swaying in Changsun Chi's eyes.

Her face was still cold, and her tone of voice did not sound like compromise, but rather hard and obviously unwilling.

"I see."

She said,

"I'm not going."

Chang Sun Chi smiled, scratched the girl's nose, and said in a friendly tone,

"Idiot, have you forgotten that I'm your senior brother? I know everything you learned from Zhou Ziheng, and I might even be better than you. Why are you worried about me?"

"Go to bed early."

He finally touched the girl's hair gently, then blew out the lights in the bedroom, went to the main hall to wash up, and then got on the couch.

Only after seeing the figure lying on the couch did Xia Fuyi slowly exhale, and finally closed her eyes as if giving up, and was soon pulled into a dream.