890: What Happens in the Snowfield... (4)

What Happens in the Snowfield... (4)

"Are you trying to kill yourself?!" Tossing a dead deer on the ground, Jun Linyuan crouched down and wiped the blood off the wall.2

Feng Wu looked up Jun Linyuan and she sounded concerned when she asked, "Are you injured?"

Jun Linyuan snorted. "Like that's news to you. I fight, I get injured."

Feng Wu said, "But according to Feng Xun, you never fight. You only beat people up."

Jun Linyuan rolled his eyes. "Heh."

Feng Wu asked in an earnest tone, "Do you feel unwell?"

Crouching down, Jun Linyuan looked into her eyes. She couldn't decipher the look on his face.

"Is this your way of showing your concern for me?"

Concern? Feng Wu didn't think she was concerned for him.

"I'm already injured and you're all that I can count on. I'll be helpless if you're down," Feng Wu said honestly.

Then, to Feng Wu's surprise, Jun Linyuan's face turned livid.

His eyes seemed to spit fire, which could burn her to ash!

Involuntarily, Feng Wu flinched and inched back.

Taking a deep breath, Jun Linyuan turned away and kicked the dead deer, which had already been drained of blood.

Feng Wu didn't know what to say.

She watched Jun Linyuan in resignation.

Why was this man so moody and unpredictable? He was so hard to please.

However, the last thing Feng Wu wanted to do now was upset Jun Linyuan. Getting to her feet on her own, Feng Wu said, "Leave the deer alone. I'll take care of it… I'm starving."

But Jun Linyuan ignored her. He lit a fire, cut up the deer, and concentrated on grilling the meat.

He absorbed himself in the work with a livid face and tense muscles. The air he gave off was colder than the wind.

Why did Feng Wu get the feeling that he was doing this out of spite?

Like when a kid was mad and wouldn't talk about it.

Was she overthinking it?

"Jun Linyuan?" Feng Wu tentatively called his name.

Jun Linyuan turned his back on her.

Supporting herself on the wall, Feng Wu moved to his side. "Your Royal Highness…"

Jun Linyuan turned in the other direction, still facing away from her.

Feng Wu didn't know what to say.

So, he was really mad, like in a childish way? Seriously?

"Hey, Jun Linyuan, are you mad at me?" Feng Wu tugged at Jun Linyuan and said in a pleading voice.

Instinctively, Jun Linyuan wanted to throw off her hand, but he stiffened when he recalled her wounds and her pale face.

"We're all alone here. It'll be so boring if you won't even talk to me. Right?" Feng Wu sat down next to Jun Linyuan. She stared at the fire for a moment before beaming at Jun Linyuan. "Right?"

Jun Linyuan snorted and went back to grilling the meat.

"Jun Linyuan, let's talk. Shall we?" Feng Wu sounded weak because of her injury and her tiny voice made Jun Linyuan feel sorry for her.

However, Jun Linyuan only threw a dirty look at her and kept his silence.

"I know you're angry," Feng Wu said in an innocent voice as she stared at the handsome teenager, whose face glowed in the heat. "But I just don't get it. Why are you angry and what are you angry at? Can you please tell me? I'll try my best not to do it again. Okay?"

The girl looked so adorable when she spoke in a soft voice like this…

Jun Linyuan felt as if someone was stroking his chest with a brush, and he almost gave in.

But!

On second thought, the crown prince realized a much more serious issue.

She was able to affect his emotions!

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