His Highness, Don’t Leave! I Will Lose Weight For You!

Time slowly passed, and the farther behind it was almost impossible to hold it, Han Fei's sweat dripped from her forehead, as if her whole body had been drilled tens of thousands of times.

Tired, a sense of exhaustion swept up, Han Fei almost thought that she was about to pass out, she was just writing, but she seemed to hollow her body.

Having forgotten how long had passed, Han Fei's eyes were blurred, and the hand holding the pen was shaking.

When the last stroke fell, the hand holding her slowly loosened, and the icy embrace behind him also pulled away a little bit.

"Ding ~ 80% completion of empathy! Congratulations to the host!"

When the scenery in front of him began to twist, Han Fei couldn't help but sit down, causing the chair to creak, and she immediately bounced up for fear that the chair might be broken.

The sweat had soaked her clothes, and even the hair on her forehead was wet, making it sticky and uncomfortable on her face.

Han Fei panted heavily, resting her hands on the desk, and saw that under her hand, a brand-new, played, almost identical font appeared in front of her.

Han Fei can see the gods, is she writing this?

In order to confirm her suspicion, Han Fei ignored her tired body, quickly lifted the pen, and wrote another word. This time, she saw the words of her own hands, the same.

Is this the result of empathy?

Hearing her movements were a little big, the person's faint voice came from inside.

"what happened?"

Han Fei quickly replied: "It's okay! I'll come over now!"

While talking, Han Fei put down the pen, crumpled the almost identical work into a ball and put it in her sleeve, then tied the silk ribbon and stumbled past.

When she was about to touch the edge of the bed, Han Fei was a little unsteady. Empathy consumed her too much energy. It almost exceeded the critical point her body can withstand. Sure enough, the system is not cheap at all. earn.

Han Fei stood reluctantly, and when she was about to bend over to take the needle, her eyes went dark and her knees softened. Her body couldn't help falling down. Just when she was about to hit her forehead on the edge of the bed, a pair of slender But the big hand suddenly stretched out, holding her whole person.

But Xu was too heavy for her weight, coupled with her inertia, the hands holding her were pushed back a little, and Han Fei's head hit a cold chest.

A muffled hum sounded overhead.

Han Fei was taken aback, and then she realized who she was overwhelming. She wanted to get up in a hurry, but she was too tired and her hands were still shaking. She couldn't hold it up at all. On the contrary, she was overwhelmed by the movement. Go deeper.

"do not move."

Han Fei froze and did not dare to move.

"what happened to you?"

Han Fei was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to explain, and said with an excuse: "Maybe it's too tired, you know, the courses at Amma Palace are a bit fulfilling."

"Is it important to you?"

"what?"

Han Fei will not reflect the meaning of this sentence for a while.

"Is it important to you to marry the royal family."

Han Fei was taken aback, and she understood what he meant, and that was right, the original intention of the Amma Palace was that, to this person, she was like those pretty girls who were eager to marry into the royal family.

Han Fei curled her lips and said, "Ah, it's very important."

The hands pressing her shoulders hardened slightly.

But Han Fei continued to say that she couldn't feel it.

"Because, other than that, I don't know how to live here."

Inexplicably traversed here, inexplicably with a new identity and new body, inexplicably held by a system of life and death, what can she do? She can only move forward, and can only survive the threats.

"Han Fei." He called out.

"Lord, let me slow down. I can get up after a rest. I'm really sorry for being abrupt."

Han Fei slowly regained her strength, and then when she was about to get up in a hurry, she was pressed down by a cold palm.

Then she heard him say.

"That sentence still counts."

"Lord..."

"Forget it."

Han Fei pursed her lips, knowing that he was referring to the sentence that seemed like a joke but firm, she said, "Forget it."

"Then, remember what you said."

Holding her hand and slowly letting go, Han Fei quickly got up and got out of the cold embrace, but the herbal scent lingering on the tip of her nose couldn't go away, as if she leaned her heart and got into it. .

Han Fei shook her head, stopped her thoughts, and hurriedly pulled out the needles that got in, and then covered her clothes to avoid catching cold.

"Take it off."

After Han Fei took off the ribbon, she slowly saw the person's appearance.

"How does the prince feel?"

"There is a warm current."

Han Fei breathed a sigh of relief, looking very successful, and said, "This is a good sign. If only a few injections per month are needed to smooth the blood circulation, the prince's leg problems should be better soon."

"Ok."

For a while, both of them fell silent, and there seemed to be something strange in the air.

Han Fei hesitated, and when she was about to get up and retire, she saw that the man's hand on the bed was a little red and swollen, and the side was broken.

"Why are you injured?"

Han Fei subconsciously grabbed his hand and looked at the punctured wound. Some blood oozes out. After thinking about it, he realized that Xu was injured when he just changed to bed.

"I will bandage you."

Han Fei took out her handkerchief, dipped it in water, and gently wiped off the bloodshot eyes, then bandaged the wound with a handkerchief and tied a beautiful knot.

"You will do this to anyone?"

Han Fei, who was appreciating that her craft hadn't declined, was stunned. As soon as she raised her head, she ran into those dark eyes, the abyss of pupils seemed to drag her whole person in.

"Don't ask about the rewards, give without scruples, and treat everything as good?"

"Wang, Lord..."

"You are here, if I want you to die, no one will know."

"Master, you..."

"You know, when you stepped in here, I always wanted to ask you a question."

With the fall of these words, Han Fei felt a gloomy cold from the tail vertebrae. The coldness that seemed to be seen through the soul eroded her mind.

Han Fei found that she couldn't even look away, and her voice trembled terribly.

"Wang, what does prince mean, Han Fei doesn't understand what you are talking about..."

The words were not finished yet, the next moment, her wrist was pulled up and suddenly pulled closer, and the silver mask was unprepared and leaned very close, even the breath of each other was clear and palpable.

In an instant, a loud thunder came through the window, and the whole room was illuminated by the lightning. Han Fei saw that in those eyes, it was no longer cold, but a stinging killing intent.

This man was murderous.

"Who are you?"