Just as he finally made up his mind and reached out to knock on the door, it creaked open slowly.
Through the gradually widening crack in the door, Yan Shiman caught a glimpse of the person she hadn't seen for many days.
He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, but his features were still deep and sharp. The sleeves of his dark blue shirt were cut open, and his right arm and right chest were wrapped in thick white gauze.
Yan Shiman froze on the spot, unsure of what to say.
Even the north wind was stunned.
He had originally scheduled an appointment with a real estate agent and a buyer to view the house that afternoon.
Bei Feng had just made up his mind a few days ago to go back to his hometown, Lianshui Village, and before he left, he wanted to sell his house to get more money.
But the brokerage suddenly informed them that the customer couldn't come.
Beifeng figured he had nothing better to do than to repaint the house since the paint was peeling off in many places. He decided to go out and buy some materials to repaint the house himself and try to get a better price.
He had just put the money in his pouch and was about to open the door when he saw the young man in a white brocade robe standing straight at his door.
The boy had exquisite features and was handsome and noble, but when he saw him, he became a little shy and stiffened, not daring to move.
Bei Feng suddenly recalled the dreams that had frequently surfaced in his mind since he had developed a high fever due to his serious injuries.
In his dream, he pressed that soft white figure beneath him, eagerly searching for her soft, tofu-like, and bright red lips.
If you kiss too hard, the other person will cry; if you kiss too lightly, the other person will also cry.
The other person was like a ripe peach, allowing him to knead her as he pleased, crying while exuding a sweet and delicious peach scent.
The thought of this made Beifeng even more agitated.
He stared straight at Yan Shiman, his face displeased, and asked coldly, "What brings Prince Yan to this place?"
Yan Shiman felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze. He waved the package in his hand, but deliberately looked away. "Here, this is what my cousin asked me to bring to you."
Beifeng reached out and took the package, but the moment he looked up, he saw the other person's face.
The sun was blazing outside, and the young prince's hair was already soaked with sweat. His face was flushed, and he looked extremely hot.
The north wind lowered its eyes, picked up the package, and slammed the door shut.
Just as the door was about to close, the young master said, suppressing his anger, "Wu Beifeng, I'm almost fainting from the heat. Would it kill you to invite me in for a glass of cool water?"
Bei Feng paused in his actions, gave Yan Shiman a deep look, and then replied calmly, "If the young master wants a cup of water, he can just say so. Why wait for someone to speak?"
The door was slowly opened again, and Yan Shiman looked at the icy man and cursed herself inwardly.
Does he have masochism? Why does he want to get close to the north wind when he sees it?
But it's so hot, it wouldn't hurt to go in and rest for a bit, right?
Moreover, that guy does seem to be seriously injured. Fortunately, I brought some medicine that my father's soldiers often used when they were injured. I'll take it out and give it to him later, as a way of apologizing for the mistakes I made before.
As Yan Shiman walked, he was lost in thought and didn't notice that the person in front of him had stopped. He kept walking forward.
As a result, her smooth forehead suddenly collided with the north wind's solid and strong back.
"Hmm!"
Yan Shiman winced in pain, but then he saw Beifeng turn around and say to him in an annoyed tone, "Your Highness, please wait here first."
Yan Shiman then realized that he was standing in the courtyard of the house, near the kitchen.
He saw the tall north wind enter the small kitchen, and he had to lower his head slightly.
North Wind brought out a bowl of brown liquid from the kitchen and handed it to him.
Yan Shi's eyes widened in disbelief. "You...you wouldn't be using this to entertain me, the young master, would you?"
The north wind's gaze grew even colder.
"Sour plum drink, it's good for cooling off in the summer. Didn't the young master want some water?"
Yan Shiman was stunned.
The plum juice we used to drink at the mansion wasn't this color.
But seeing that Beifeng's face was even blacker than an iron pot, as if he would kick him out if he didn't drink it the next second.
Without a moment's hesitation, Yan Shiman gritted his teeth and said, "I'll drink it!"
Without waiting for Beifeng's reaction, he snatched the bowl from his hand and drank it all in one gulp.
To Yan Shi's surprise, the sour plum drink was sweet and sour, and it was indeed quite refreshing.
After he finished drinking, Beifeng asked, "Is there anything else, Your Highness?"
Seeing that he was adopting a gesture of seeing her off, Yan Shiman was inexplicably provoked into anger again, "I only had a bowl of plum juice, and you're already trying to kick me out?"
"Otherwise what?" Bei Feng said to Yan Shiman, a sense of irritation rising in his heart.
He could no longer view Yan Shiman with the same eyes he used to.
Seeing his dejected expression, I couldn't help but want to offer him some words of comfort.
He was angry, so I tried to coax him with plum juice.
Even when she shielded her master from the sword, she thought that if she died right then and there, she would never see someone as handsome as Yan Shiman again.
The North Wind knew this was not a good omen.
He secretly developed feelings for Yan Shiman.
The term "cut sleeve" sounds both unfamiliar and terrifying.
Therefore, the best course of action now is to avoid seeing Prince Yan.
Anyway, his hand is crippled, so there's no use for him staying by his master's side. He might as well sell the house, forget about finding a wife, go back to the village to farm, and live a lonely life by himself.
But to his surprise, Yan Shiman not only remembered him, this ordinary bodyguard, but even came to find him on her own initiative.
As Yan Shiman drew near, the scent of peaches filled his nostrils, and the dream that had bothered him for so long began to surface in his mind again and again.
Bei Feng lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Young Master Yan, you may leave."
Yan Shiman couldn't help but frown his handsome brows. His voice was filled with anger, as if he was annoyed and complaining at the same time, "Beifeng, do you have to be like this? You treat me like some kind of filth, and you wish I wouldn't get involved with you, don't you?"
In a fit of anger, he wanted to smash the empty bowl in his hand, but then he was afraid that the shards would fly everywhere and the cripple would have to clean them up, so he changed his mind and put the empty bowl heavily on the ground.
He turned around angrily and left the house without looking back.
Unfortunately, he was so angry that he became dizzy and missed a step when he stepped on the stairs, causing him to lean forward uncontrollably.
Just as he was about to fall flat on his face, Beifeng moved swiftly to his side and pulled him into her arms.
Yan Shiman was held in an embrace with his face turned towards his chest, and his lips landed right on Bei Feng's chest.
His ears burned, and he hurriedly pushed Bei Feng away, saying awkwardly, "Th-thank you."
Then she suddenly realized why she was thanking this person, even though he was the one who wanted to kick her out and made her so angry that she almost fell over.
Yan Shiman withdrew her arm, her small face serious, and was about to push the door open to leave when the man's deep and powerful voice suddenly sounded from behind her.
"Feel sorry."
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