Never in love with the charming and charming princess

She raised her little hand, stroked his eyebrows, and slowly smoothed his frowning brows.

"It hurts... Really?" Her words were as light as a feather, which could easily touch the softest part of people's hearts.

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I can't even protect myself!"

She pulled a chair and sat by the bed, watching him quietly.

Although the broken wine-red hair looked very enchanting, but the pair of bewitching peach blossom eyes had been covered by him, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly.At this time, the way he slept not only did not have that nasty feeling, but also a little childish.Shangguan Ziqing was a little stunned, and recalled what he said to her in the warehouse.

I. . . . . .like. . . . . .you. . . . . .

She stood up, bent over and lowered her head involuntarily. . . . . .Until it touches the softness.

"In fairy tales, when the prince kisses the princess, the princess will wake up, so now, if the princess kisses the prince, the prince will wake up soon, okay?" She looked at him deeply, with an inexplicable feeling in her eyes .

What to do, she seems to like him a little bit, but she doesn't know if it's too late or not. . . . . .

"Why are you so stupid? Why did you block that knife for me? Do you know how dangerous it is?"

"Xuan... Wake up quickly! You see Ziqing is awake! I'm going to be angry if you don't wake up! If you get angry, I won't talk to you anymore..."

"Woooooo~~~Please wake up quickly, okay? Xuan...you wake up!!"

Shangguan Ziqing was crying loudly in the empty room, now she is no longer that savage lady, she looks so small and helpless.

It's late at night now, and there are still a few hours before dawn.Watching the sky gradually brighten, Shangguan Ziqing's heart was filled with fear.She was terrified, terrified that this person in front of her would leave her. . . . . .

She sat back in the chair and buried her head on the edge of the bed, her eyelids getting heavier and heavier until they finally closed. . . . . .