Chapter 1277 Who Was He Calling?
Feng Yexuan frowned, his large hand on his head, his face contorted in pain.
If one looked closely, they would notice his hand trembling.
Though he made no sound, he appeared to be in so much agony that he was on the verge of fainting.
Chu Qianli was furious. "Stop pretending! Everyone knows how powerful you, Prince Xuan, are. Don't think this will make me forgive you!"
Feng Yexuan showed no reaction, still clutching his head, his fingers trembling more violently.
Chu Qianli finally calmed down.
Although she had harbored resentment towards this man for a long time, she had to admit that Prince Xuan was incapable of faking emotions.
His acting was poor because he never needed to act.
"What's wrong?" Floating in the water was inconvenient, but she still managed to free a hand to examine his head.
The impact earlier had indeed been severe, but he was a martial artist. No matter how hard he hit, he shouldn't be in such a state from a single collision.
"Prince Xuan?"
Feng Yexuan's hand trembled even more intensely, his thick eyebrows furrowed in deep concentration.
He was in pain!
Headache!
It felt like his head was about to explode.
Knowing the "dead woman" was holding his hand, he had intended to push her away, but the pain had sapped almost all his strength.
Only the power within him, about to erupt, was rapidly expanding.
"Go... away." That power was growing stronger and stronger.
Not only his hand but his entire body was stiffening and trembling.
"Go away!" he suddenly roared.
Chu Qianli was startled. She had only intended to check his pulse, but she hadn't expected his aversion to her to be so profound!
"Go..."
"I don't want to touch you!" Chu Qianli immediately let go.
Feng Yexuan continued to tremble.
Everything before his eyes began to blur.
"Go away, this prince... doesn't want... to hurt you..."
He couldn't control his internal energy; it felt like he was going mad.
Chu Qianli wondered if she had misheard him. He didn't want to hurt her?
Something was wrong! His body was in trouble!
"Your Highness... Your Highness!"
In her sight, Feng Yexuan closed his eyes and fainted.
His tall frame sank straight into the water.
Chu Qianli's heart tightened; the sight made her eyes sting.
With a flick of her hand, she cast out the Heavenly Silkworm Silk, hooking it onto the shore.
She plunged back into the water, grabbed Feng Yexuan's collar, and leaped out.
...
In his daze, he seemed to see many scenes.
A girl was nestled in his embrace.
The fragrance of her body seeped into his nostrils, feeling comforting and familiar.
Her hand seemed to be gently stroking his chest, her palm warm, bringing a hint of warmth to his cold body.
He wanted to reach out and hold her hand tightly, but at that moment, his hands felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, utterly powerless to lift.
It was his girl.
But he could never see her face clearly.
He didn't even know who he was calling out to, yet a name suddenly escaped his lips: "...Li'er."
The hand resting on his chest paused for a moment, then its fingers slowly traced his body.
Who was he calling out to?
And who was she?
Feng Yexuan's eyes slowly opened.
The face in his vision gradually became clear.
She was drenched, water still dripping from her hair.
His collar had been pulled open at some point, exposing his chest, and her hand was moving across it...