Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage
Chapter 872 - 871: Do You Dislike Me That Much?

Chapter 872: Chapter 871: Do You Dislike Me That Much?

Back then, just after I entered, Long Xinghe was indeed very surprised.

So, when she entered, she also asked, "What are you two doing?"

But afterwards, she stopped caring, because she saw clearly what had happened.

His pen had fallen, and Feifei volunteered to pick it up before he had a chance.

However, the pen had fallen near Wuya’s leg, and to pick it up, Feifei had to reach down by his leg.

So when she entered the room, what she saw was Feifei seemingly lying down by his leg.

Nonetheless, Wuya had already placed his hand on Feifei’s shoulder, preparing to push her away.

But when he saw her, the force he was applying to push Feifei away suddenly eased.

Hmm, that point, Long Xinghe didn’t quite understand.

"You were going to push her away, so why did you stop when you saw me come in? Were you trying to purposely upset me?"

Wuya found that in front of her, he seemed to be somewhat like a fool.

Perhaps because of this, he felt even more dejected.

"Why would I want to upset you?"

"That you’d have to ask yourself; probably it’s because I did something to displease you."

Long Xinghe looked a little helpless, as her gaze was like one watching over a child.

Her own child.

"Actually, you don’t have to. Whatever it is about me you dislike, just tell me."

She looked at him earnestly, "I’ll change."

Wuya’s thin lips parted slightly, but he didn’t say a word.

Dislike her for what? Where was there any dislike?

She was simply too good, so good that there was no fault to pick.

So good that it left him unsure of what to do?

In the end, he didn’t speak but took out a small bottle of medicine from his sleeve pocket and placed it on the table.

"Haven’t you tended to the wound on the back of your hand?"

"Back of my hand?" Long Xinghe was somewhat surprised, shaking her head, "My hand isn’t injured."

"The ginseng tea mostly spilled on the back of your hand; how could it not be hurt?"

Just a splash was enough to make Feifei scream in pain, she bore it all, could she be unscathed?

Who would have thought Long Xinghe could almost burst into laughter, "I’m not one of those young girls around you. Tie Xin had cooled the ginseng tea sufficiently before bringing it to you. Wouldn’t you be afraid of burning yourself?"

"At that temperature, how could it possibly harm me?"

She rolled up her sleeve, revealing the back of her hand, not even a hint of redness, let alone a burn.

Wuya felt like he was playing the fool.

For so many years, this was the first time he felt foolish.

He actually believed she was hurt...

"Alright, is this burn medicine for me? I’ll accept it."

Seeing his embarrassment, Long Xinghe quickly took the ointment and said with a smile, "It’ll be useful someday, thank you."

Wuya didn’t respond.

Nor did he understand why he, who was always calm and composed, now felt so out of his depth in front of her.

As if, in front her, he was still a child who hadn’t grown up, clear and transparent in every way.

"What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong again?"

Today, Long Xinghe was truly dizzy with busyness, especially because the items on Chu Qianli’s list were all challenging to accomplish.

A real headache.

As for Wuya, he had been indifferent to her for the past couple of days, and now suddenly coming to find her, she genuinely felt happy.

But as soon as she remembered that there was no future between them, she relaxed.

She said softly, "You haven’t been resting well these days; you should go back and rest."

Who knew that Wuya’s expression would darken as he stared at her displeasedly, "Do you really dislike me that much?"