This heartbreaking tragedy, is there no justice left?!
Seeing that she looked unwell, Duan Xingzhi strode over, picked up the tea on the table, poured her a cup, and placed it steadily in front of her with an indifferent expression.
You look tired.
Shen Zhiyi wanted to cry but couldn't, and her stomach rumbled.
She pressed her hand to her lower abdomen, feeling both surprised and suspicious.
Mingming had just eaten the snacks prepared by the maid before her consultation.
Why am I so hungry?
A ridiculous guess suddenly flashed through her mind.
Her legs went weak, and she grabbed Duan Xingzhi's clothes, "I'm so hungry..."
"Yan Nu, are you hungry?"
She kept swallowing as she looked at him, her face flushed and covered in sweat.
Her fingertips were still tightly clutching the fabric on his chest.
Duan Xingzhi's body stiffened, and his whole body seemed to burst into flames as if he had been scalded.
"Hungry." His voice was hoarse, and his eyes were dark.
I didn't realize it just now.
Now that she's said that, I'm really hungry.
It's not just an empty stomach.
It was more like a deep, instinctive hunger that swept over us almost ferociously.
This left Duan Xingzhi feeling confused and unfamiliar.
Shen Zhiyi was suddenly startled.
Could it really be...?
According to the book, the Heartbreak Poison is the most potent love poison in the world. Even if it is cured, it will still maintain the entanglement between lovers.
Feel what he feels, and grieve what he grieves.
Only by using blood as a catalyst can the toxins be completely eliminated.
She didn't understand the meaning of that sentence before.
Now it seems...
She and the slave-loving woman shared the same feeling?!
Her red lips parted slightly as she stared in astonishment at his handsome face so close to hers, her heart pounding.
no.
We need to find a way to verify this.
"You...you shouldn't do those rough and heavy jobs anymore, don't tire yourself out." She was practically clinging to him, panting, her voice soft.
Let's be kind to him until we find out the truth.
What if I'm the one who suffers?
She felt weak all over and slid down with a sorrowful expression.
Duan Xingzhi clenched his fist, pressed it against her waist, and straightened her limp body, keeping a little distance between them.
His gaze, however, was dark and unfathomable, like a bottomless, icy pool, locking her in.
"...You care about me?"
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