"Crazy woman, who cares!"
Leng Ye was filled with resentment and anger. He clutched his bleeding forehead and was so angry that he almost rushed into Xuan Feng Qian's room again to beat her up.
He returned, and just as he was about to push open the door, he heard sobbing coming from inside the room.
She...she cried?
Leng Ye withdrew his hand as if electrocuted, standing still at the doorway, peering through the thin window paper at Xuan Fengqian, who was sobbing uncontrollably with her arms wrapped around her knees inside the room.
She looked genuinely upset.
The problem is, he didn't do anything to her at all, and she even hit him on the forehead. He didn't cry, so why is she crying?
"Women are just being dramatic."
Leng Ye cursed under his breath and sat down on the threshold, keeping track of the time.
He would let her go if she could stop crying within fifteen minutes.
If she didn't stop, he would barge in and make her cry until she vomited.
At this moment, Xuan Fengqian remained curled up on the couch, venting her grievances to the fullest.
Before transmigrating into the book, she lived in a peaceful era. Her parents were alive and well, and she had no worries about food or clothing. Although she wasn't wealthy, she lived a comfortable and fulfilling life.
But all of this vanished after he transmigrated into the book...
A quarter of an hour later, Leng Ye realized that Xuan Fengqian had no intention of stopping, so he suddenly got up and strode into the house.
His face was unfriendly, and he exuded a murderous aura. Like a hawk, he pulled Xuan Fengqian into his arms.
"You bastard, what are you doing?"
Xuan Fengqian's hands were tightly bound by him, her bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely at him.
"Don't be sad, my dear. I apologize to you, okay?"
Leng Ye had never apologized to anyone, and he felt very awkward about it.
But he always felt that he owed her a lot, and he felt suffocated if he didn't say it.
"What trick are you trying to pull now?"
"I had no intention of playing tricks."
Looking into her bloodshot eyes, Leng Ye realized that apologizing was actually useless.
After careful consideration, he suddenly raised his hand and gently pressed his palm against her forehead, expending considerable effort to finally erase her memory of that event.
He originally wanted to erase Xuan Fengqian's memories of being in the Nine Nether Demon Prison, but unfortunately, after quite some time, it was really difficult to erase them completely.
After a while, he saw Xuan Fengqian quietly fall into his arms and finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"This little wildcat has quite a temper."
Leng Ye carefully placed her back on the bed, not daring to disturb her again.
After he tiptoed out of the room, Di Jun slowly crawled out from under the bed.
As Di Jun pounded his completely numb legs, he looked at Xuan Fengqian, who was fast asleep on the bed, and his smile deepened.
He originally thought that Xuan Qianning was the inescapable calamity for Leng Ye.
Now it seems that Xuanfeng Qian was the one.
He roughly figured out the grudges between Xuan Fengqian and Leng Ye, and suddenly realized that there was no deep hatred between them at all.
However, countless misunderstandings piled up together, becoming an unresolved knot in their hearts.
Di Jun yawned listlessly, and only after the numbness in his legs had completely subsided did he quietly climb out the window.
If it weren't for Leng Ye's example, he might have done the same to tease Xuan Fengqian.
But when he saw Xuan Fengqian's emotional breakdown with his own eyes, he couldn't bring himself to do it.
He can't handle a woman this fierce.
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As dawn broke, the inner chambers of Ningxiang Palace...
"Hmm—"
Xuan Qianning stretched slightly, gently rubbing the back of her head that was throbbing slightly, and yawned lazily.
"woke up?"
Sitting upright at his desk, Leng Ye took a sip of tea and said in a nonchalant tone.
Xuan Qianning nodded slightly, about to get off the bed, but then realized that she had no clothes to cover her body.
Her face flushed as she secretly recalled what had happened after the lights were turned off last night.
But for some reason, she couldn't remember what had happened.
Just then, she inadvertently caught sight of the dried crimson bloodstains on the bed, and suddenly her face lit up with joy, her heart fluttering.
"Your Majesty, last night..."
What happened last night?
Leng Ye's mind was still filled with the image of Xuan Fengqian lying softly and sweetly beneath him last night, and he absentmindedly asked Xuan Qianning a question.
Xuan Qianning covered her flushed cheeks, feeling extremely shy. "I failed to serve you well last night, and I hope Your Majesty will forgive me."
"Use less sleeping potion in the future, it's bad for your health."
"yes..."
Xuan Qianning was so ashamed that she wanted to disappear.
However, it all came to fruition, so all her efforts in arranging it were worthwhile.
After a while, seeing that Leng Ye was still sitting upright at his desk and showed no intention of helping her up, she wrapped herself in a thin quilt, went barefoot, and got off at bed.
"ah..."
She had only taken half a step when her knees buckled, and she collapsed straight to the ground. "Why are my legs so weak..."
Leng Ye stared at Xuan Qianning, whose acting skills were becoming increasingly superb, and felt even more speechless.
He didn't even touch her, so why were her legs weak?
Could it be that he had too many erotic dreams and hurt himself?
He thought this to himself, but still strode forward and helped her up, saying, "Be careful when you walk."
Xuan Qianning frowned slightly and whispered, "I didn't mean to. It's just that it really hurts a lot there."
Although she thoroughly disliked Xuan Fengqian's behavior.
But she vaguely remembered how touching it was when Xuan Fengqian nestled in Bai Di's arms yesterday and softly said, "He's all I have left."
She thought to herself, "Since Leng Ye is so easily swayed by Xuan Fengqian's tricks, I'll just follow suit."
Leng Ye, however, was clearly not buying it.
He curled his lips into a slight smile and asked with a hint of mockery, "Where is 'there'?"
"Your Majesty, you're so annoying~"
Xuan Qianning lowered her head shyly, her face beaming with a spring-like smile.
As if struck by lightning, Leng Ye felt a tingling sensation throughout his body, and goosebumps rose all over his skin without his noticing.
Just when everyone thought that Xuan Qianning's self-directed and self-acted drama was about to end, she suddenly untied the quilt and buried her head in Leng Ye's arms.
"Your Majesty, you were so vigorous last night, could I be pregnant with your child?"
"..."
Leng Ye suddenly felt somewhat lost.
After being teased by Xuan Qianning, even he himself couldn't tell whether he had touched her or not.
Logically speaking, there shouldn't be.
But why is she able to act so realistically?
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