Song Huan hesitated whether to move his eyelids and perform a "slowly waking up" performance?
If she continued to sleep like this, Pei Yan would probably conclude that she and the Fourth Prince were having an affair...
But the next second, Song Huan heard Pei Yan say again, "If Chu Xun brought you an order from the old emperor, asking you to kill me... Huanhuan, what would you choose?"
Song Huan: “…”Okay.
It's not that they suspect she has an affair with the Fourth Prince, but that they believe she is an undercover agent.
At this moment, Song Huanfu suddenly understood why Pei Yan threatened and intimidated her when they had a disagreement.
It turns out that he had always thought that she was a chess piece arranged by the emperor to be by his side...
A chill suddenly rose in Song Huan's heart.
Thinking about it this way, Pei Yan probably never believed the excuses she made up in the past to cover up her identity.
Song Huan was a little afraid to open his eyes.
How to explain opening your eyes?
Not to mention that she couldn't tell Pei Yan the truth yet. Even if she could, a truth that was too bizarre would sound more like a lie.
But it's obviously not okay to just let Pei Yan misunderstand me like this... Oh! I'm so worried that I'm going bald!
Just at this moment, Pei Yan's cold big hands began to caress Song Huan's cheeks, and he whispered in her ears, his tone so gentle that it seemed as if he was saying the most touching love words in the world.
But every time a word came out of his thin lips, Song Huan's scalp would go numb.
"Huanhuan, it doesn't matter if I die in your hands."
"It's just... I will take you to hell with me..."
Song Huan trembled all over, and finally couldn't help but open his eyes——
The color drained away from Pei Yan's face in an instant. He looked a little embarrassed but not too surprised.
He looked like he didn't know that Song Huan was not asleep, but if you looked deeper, it seemed like he knew everything.
Everything he said and did was just a deliberate attempt to test her reaction.
Song Huan turned sideways and met his dark and deep eyes in the darkness.
Then she sighed softly, put her hands on the guy's waist, and found a comfortable place for her head to rest on his chest. "Wouldn't it be nice if we could live together?"
When Pei Yan heard this, his chest suddenly shook.
Was this telling him...that she chose to stay with him?
Song Huan asked again: "Remember you told me not to think about those messy things all the time?"
Pei Yan was slightly startled, coughed softly, and said with difficulty: "I remember."
Song Huan tapped his head twice on his chest and said, "Just remember it."
"I listened to you and stopped thinking about those things. Don't think about those things anymore, okay?"
"I don't know anyone from the royal family, nor do I know the Fourth Prince, and I certainly won't hurt or kill you."
At this point, Song Huan raised his head, climbed up, and faced Pei Yan. He said very seriously, "And in this world, among those who hope you can live a safe and long life—I am definitely in the top three!"
“…”
"you……"
Pei Yan pursed his thin lips, frowning slightly, as if he wanted to ask something, but was a little hesitant.
Seeing this, Song Huan quickly leaned over and kissed him on the mouth.
After a moment's pause, she withdrew, her eyes twinkling: "What else do you want to say? Think about it carefully before you speak."
The implication is that you shouldn't ask questions. She won't tell you even if you ask.
Pei Yan's face unconsciously turned a little red. He paused and said in a hoarse voice, "Huanhuan, were you really thinking about those 'messy' things at that time?"
Song Huan: “……?”
This focus is really clear!
She just said so many heartwarming words, could it be that this guy didn't listen at all?
"Pei Yan..." Song Huan was heartbroken. "Did you hear what I just said?"
Pei Yan tapped his chin lightly, "I understand."
Song Huan asked: "Then what should I say?"
Pei Yan: “…”
Seeing that he remained silent, Song Huan instantly became as angry as a pufferfish.
He immediately left Pei Yan and lay back down: "I'm afraid you didn't hear a word!"
Pei Yan was wronged, and he really listened.
But precisely because he took it to heart, he felt more and more ashamed of his repeated attempts to test the waters.
He had never been honest with others, but this was the first time he had treated Song Huan in such a way. He felt that he was despicable and dirty...
"I listened."
Pei Yan's large hand felt around in the quilt, and when he found Song Huan's warm little hand, he held it tightly and explained, "I asked that just now because I wanted to tell you... I was wrong."
This was the second time Pei Yan admitted his mistake and gave in today.
Song Huan was very surprised, and his heart couldn't help but start beating fast...
Is she a little too aggressive?
No, this wasn't the state she should be in as someone who just lived to save her life. She needed to reflect on this.
However, before she could open her mouth, she heard Pei Yan say, "Actually, my lady, you can think about all those messy things..."
Song Huan: “???”
Good evening! Goodbye!
She closed her eyes and ignored Pei Yan.
…
But Song Huan didn't sleep.
Seven and a half days of life defeated the sleepiness in her mind.
After more than half an hour, Pei Yan finally fell asleep.
Song Huan tentatively called him a few times, but he didn't move at all.
At this moment, the system sent her a countdown reminder: "Dear, the scar repair item you purchased for the capture target "Pei Yan" will expire in half an hour."
Song Huan: "I understand."
Half an hour is more than enough.
But before piercing his finger, Song Huan had to pull his hand out of someone's big hand...
She didn't dare use too much force. Pei Yan was extremely alert and might wake up at the slightest movement.
Song Huan used his other hand to pry open Pei Yan's fingers one by one, his movements extremely slow and careful... Unexpectedly, at this moment, Pei Yan suddenly turned over and put his other hand around Song Huan's waist.
Song Huan immediately stopped moving and held his breath.
I kept praying silently in my heart: Don’t wake up, don’t wake up…
She didn't know if her prayers were answered, but Pei Yan didn't wake up and didn't move again.
Moreover, because he turned over and hugged Song Huan, the strength of the hand holding Song Huan also loosened a lot. Song Huan moved a little and pulled his hand out.
call……
She slowly exhaled and slowly pulled her hands out of the quilt. But when she tried to lift Pei Yan's arms that were on her waist, Pei Yan lay back down.
Song Huan: “…”
Could it be that this guy has woken up and is teasing her?
"Pei Yan?" she called softly.
Fortunately, Pei Yan still didn't move.
Song Huan gritted his teeth, calmed himself, carefully lifted the quilt, and slowly stepped over Pei Yan...
When she finally got out of bed, she hurriedly turned around to look at Pei Yan. His face was not clear in the dark, so Song Huan had to stretch out a finger to feel his breathing. If his breathing was steady, it meant he was still asleep.
If his breathing is a little irregular, he must be pretending to be asleep.
Song Huan thought about it carefully. Although it was a pity to lose seven and a half days of life, it was more dangerous to fall off the horse.
She couldn't choose the horse.
And at this moment, Pei Yan... was actually asleep.
But his sense of hearing was shallow, and he could feel any movement of Song Huan.
Feeling that Song Huan wanted him to let go of her hand, although he was reluctant, Pei Yan still followed Song Huan's wishes in a daze.
His breathing was steady. Song Huan withdrew his hand and walked out of the screen in the dark.
She had placed the medicine box next to the low couch before, and now she was about to reach for the scissors and cut a small cut on her index finger...hiss, Song Huan felt a pang of pain just thinking about it.
Walking to the low couch, Song Huan quietly opened the medicine box, took out a pair of scissors from it, and took a few deep breaths.
A small cut on the tip of your finger isn't a big deal, but when you cut yourself, it can be a bit scary...
Song Huan hesitated for a long time.
Until the system's electronic voice reminded again, "Dear, the scar repair item you purchased for the capture target "Pei Yan" will expire in three quarters of an hour."
Song Huan knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he made up his mind and lightly scratched the tip of his index finger with the blade of a pair of scissors. He immediately closed his eyes...
Huh?
No pain?
She slowly opened one eye and found... her strength was too weak and her skin was not scratched.
Well, this is very embarrassing.
Song Huan's mind had to endure another round of torture.
She gritted her teeth and used a little more strength. This time, with a "swishing" sound, a bright red bead of blood emerged from the tip of her index finger.
Actually... isn't it very painful?
Moreover, it seemed to be cut deeper.
The amount of blood now is enough to erase several scars...
The system promptly asked: "Dear, you have completed the preparations before using the scar repair props. Are you sure you want to use the props now?"
Song Huan: "Wait a little longer."
She had to put her fingers behind Pei Yan's back before using it, so that it would be safe.
Song Huan raised his finger and tiptoed back to the bed.
But at this time, Pei Yan's back was pressed tightly against the bed.
Song Huan: "Master System, can't I just smear the blood on Pei Yan's skin and you automatically find the scar?"
System: "Dear, I'm sorry, our technology is not yet up to the level you mentioned."
Song Huan: "Forget it. Since you have a clear self-awareness, I don't blame you."
Song Huan remembered the location of the scar. It was actually very easy to find, right below his neck.
She carefully estimated the distance that day and found it was exactly the length of her arm.
Song Huan took his other hand and gestured a few times on Pei Yan's shoulder.
But at this moment, Pei Yan suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed Song Huan's little hand that was waving in the air.
"Who?" Pei Yan's eyes were sharp and his hands were so strong that they hurt Song Huan's hands.
"Husband," Song Huan didn't want to be crushed, so she quickly responded, "It's me."
As she spoke, she quickly lowered her hand that was still bleeding.
A drop of blood fell on the footstool in front of the bed.
Pei Yan now saw clearly that the person squatting at the head of his bed was Song Huan. He was stunned at first, then immediately loosened his grip and asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It hurts." Tears flashed in Song Huan's eyes.
This guy even grabbed her with his injured hand, and she felt like her wrist was about to break. If he wasn't injured, wouldn't her hand be broken by him?
Song Huan wanted to cry. Why was she doing this?
Waste of blood and life points? !
No! She can't waste any of them!
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