Chu Yihan came with a medicine box to bandage her wounds. Su Yingxue couldn't help but mock him when she saw his proficient movements. "It seems that Your Highness has saved many women."
Chu Yihan lowered his head, fully focused. Only his magnetic voice responded to her, "Only you."
"Your Highness doesn't need to lie to me anymore. There must be plenty of women serving you." Wasn't Hong Lian, whom she had seen that day, one of them?
A man like Chu Yihan wouldn't be lacking in female companions, right?
"She won't appear in the prince's mansion again, and she has never served me," Chu Yihan said each word with emphasis. After he finished bandaging her, he held Su Yingxue's hand and gently kneaded it.
His strong fingers gently caressed her palm, as if checking for any injuries in her muscles and bones. But Su Yingxue found his actions ticklish and quickly pulled her hand away.
