Your Highness, I Love You

Hearing Liu Su's words, Ye Licha's face sunk, he did not know whether he should believe it or not.

"Thank you." He did not say any superfluous words, only a simple word of thanks.

Liu Su did not care about his thanks when he heard it, he stood up and asked, "Why did an assassin suddenly appear? Was it sent by the Rain Kingdom to assassinate you? "

"No." The Feng Mochen shook her head, she did not want everyone to know about Ye Licha's situation and casually told a lie, "It's a thief."

"But did you just call him an assassin?"

"If I don't shout, will the thief run?"

Liu Su did not say anything, looked at her indifferently, and turned to leave.

"You can leave as well!" Feng Mochen waved her hand, and a few guards followed him out.

After everyone had left, Gui ran in and was chased out by her.

In the room, Ye Licha sat on the bed. Feng Mochen used a handkerchief to wipe off the blood on his mouth and then untied his shirt, revealing his well-built and petite chest. There was a black and green bruise on his chest.

Just as she was about to wipe his face with the ointment, Ye Licha opened his mouth and said: "Your Highness, I will do it myself."

"Be good and don't talk." Feng Mochen glared at him and insisted on applying medicine for him. She moved very carefully as she spoke, "Liu Su always has a straight face and cold words, saying that he has no human feelings, but sometimes he is also very concerned about me. She is poisonous, and sometimes she is also very heartless."

When the ice-cold ointment gently wiped the wound on his chest, it gave off a warm feeling.

Ye Licha squinted his eyes, he did not understand what she meant.

However, she personally applied the medicine for him, and it did come as a great surprise to him.

"Your Highness, are you worried about me?" The corners of his mouth curled up as he smiled in a satisfied and happy manner.

Worry?

Feng Mochen looked up at his smiling face, and smiled: "Of course I'm worried about you, did you hear what Liu Su had just said? If not for that black-clothed guy kicking you, you would have died? "

"Hur hur." Ye Licha laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Seeing him smile, Feng Mochen had a face full of doubt.

"Liu Su said that intentionally." Ye Licha's smile did not change as he said: "Your Highness, he doesn't like me. He doesn't like me being this close to Your Highness."

"Am I close to you or is there anything to do with him? I am the crown prince, and I can get close to whoever I want to. Why are you being targeted? " Feng Mochen pouted, then patiently helped him continue wiping the medicine.

Hearing her words, Ye Licha suddenly felt a warm feeling in his heart. He couldn't explain what it was feeling, but he felt extremely satisfied and happy.

He wanted to see her protect him, protect him, and like him.

"Because His Highness is too kind, everyone especially likes you."

"Of course. I'm good at everything. Who doesn't like me? It's because he doesn't have eyes." Feng Mochen narcissistically said. To say such words, she was not blushing at all.

After she finished wiping the medicine, Feng Mochen even put on his clothes.

Ye Licha did not move, and enjoyed the moment she gave him warmth and care.

"Alright, hurry up and sleep. It's almost daybreak." Feng Mochen packed the ointment and then also lied down on the bed beside him.

Ye Licha was a little taken aback, he lowered his head and looked at her: "Your Highness wants to sleep with me?"

If his body recovered, he might feel a bit embarrassed when he said the three words, "Let's sleep together."

At the moment, his body was only that of a child. He didn't feel anything out of place when he said such words.

Feng Mochen responded lazily. She turned her body to face him, closed her eyes and went to sleep.

Ye Licha just sat there and watched her sleep. After watching her sleep for who knows how long, he also slowly lay down and slept beside her, his black eyes focused on her, and the face that was just inches away from him was like a spirit. The body's fragrance that emitted from his body couldn't help but give birth to a thought, slowly closing in on her face, and with a kiss, it imprinted itself on her forehead without any warning.

Gently, gently, like a dragonfly touching the water.