C9 (1/2)

Lin Chu Yue's entire person was held in midair by Feng Yan and that posture made it seem like she was being carried by a princess.

A pair of cold eyes swept over the restless woman in his arms indifferently. Feng Yan no longer cared about Lin Chu Yue's shouts, and allowed the girl in his arms to kick and struggle as she pleased, and directly carried Lin Chu Yue onto the carriage.

In the carriage, Lin Chu Yue was carried in her arms while Feng Yan sat on the reclining chair, quietly watching Lin Chu Yue.

A pair of eyes as cold and deep as the ocean depths met the pair of eyes as black as jade.

Lin Chu Yue frowned, she truly could not understand Feng Yan's actions.

In her previous life, as a Queen of Yanzhou, she had sparred with Feng Yan many times, but she had always sat in a military camp in the distance and had never observed him so closely.

Initially, she thought that this man under the armor was ruthless and decisive. However, today, he had actually saved her, who she was unfamiliar with. Lin Chu Yue realized that she couldn't see through Feng Yan at all, and couldn't even get close to those eyes to see through his true nature.

”Crack ~ ~ ~”

”En!”

Suddenly, an intense pain spread from his left shoulder to his entire body. Lin Chu Yue fiercely bit her lips and endured the pain.

As his gaze landed on that pair of big hands, Lin Chu Yue really wanted to tear off Feng Yan's face that had never changed in ten thousand years.

”Your Highness, before you get to the bone, can you discuss it with me?”

Feng Yan's words were logical and logical, the expression on Jun Yan's face was as though he was waiting for someone to thank him, while Lin Chu Yue's face was ashen.

”It is my honor to be able to reattach the bones of the prince.”

”Right.”

A trace of laughter flashed past his cold eyes. Feng Yan realised that this woman was becoming more and more interesting.

It was far more interesting than he had imagined.

Especially when facing the four black-clothed assassins, they maintained their calmness, fierceness, and decisiveness. Those were not the auras and guts that normal females had.

Feng Yan really wanted to know more about this cowardly young miss of the Prime Minister's Residence.

Lin Chu Yue did not notice the look in Feng Yan's eyes. She shook her shoulders, and the pain on her left shoulder lessened by a lot as the dislocated bones were violently restored to their original positions.

But when she originally wanted to leave Feng Yan's embrace, she found that her pair of large hands were still focused on her waist.

”Your Highness, men and women shouldn't be so intimate with each other.”