Princess Against the World

"What are you afraid of? My mother will not hurt you!"

Yang Bing became increasingly unhappy and carefully stroked the wind chime.

"My mother is the kindest and best mother in the world..."

Ignoring Ling Luoyu's eyes, she pressed her cheek against the wind chime, as if lying in her mother's palm, looking intoxicated.

"No matter what you do, my mother will never hurt you..."

"That's good!"

Ling Luoyu clapped his hands and took two steps back.

"Well...if there's nothing wrong with you, I'd better go back first..."

"Don't go!"

Yang Bing suddenly grabbed Ling Luoyu's wrist, a little shy.

"You... let's talk about the high priest..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

Everything was fine, why did you pull out Mo Xuanchen again?

"You all think I'm stupid, but I'm not stupid... I know that the high priest treats you well!! He has never been so kind to other women..."

Yang Bing bit her red lips, sat down in front of the window, and touched the wind chime with her fingertips, making a crisp sound.

"He treats you well because he likes you, just like I like him...and will be nice to him...but, he doesn't like me...and won't be nice to me..."

The wind blew through her long hair, blurring her eyes and covering up the tears in her eyes.

Looking at her clear eyes, Ling Luoyu felt a little guilty for no reason, as if he was the mistress.

"Well...Miss Bing, liking someone is something you can control, but wanting others to like you is something you can't control..."

With her eyelashes trembling slightly, she sat next to her with lowered eyes.

"I know you like the high priest, but...no one has any rules. If you like someone, you must be husband and wife..."

She stroked her long hair with her fingertips and smiled softly.

"You can treat him as your brother, your friend, your mentor... Believe me, when you treat him as your brother, he will definitely treat you as your sister and like you as much as your sister..."

Yang Bing's eyes suddenly became very complicated, as if he had infinite grievances: "I...I just treat him like an older brother...but he just doesn't like me..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

This thing seems to be a bit messy! !

"You... consider the high priest your brother??"

"Yeah... I like him, just like I like my uncle..."

Ling Luoyu: "..."

That and the relationship are a bit complicated.

"You...you and your uncle..."

"boom!"

The sound of an object colliding suddenly sounded in the room, making Ling Luoyu suddenly stop talking.

"who?!"

This voice was clearly from the hall.

But there were only two of them in the hall.

"That was the sound of the wind blowing on the door. There are often such sounds in my dormitory. It's nothing..." Yang Bing didn't care.

"wind……"

Ling Luoyu stared at the wind chime.

Although the wind can blow a wind chime, it can never blow a door.

She raised her eyes slightly and looked at the palace door, with a strange color in her eyes——

If there was wind blowing against the door, why would it only blow once? !

The current palace door is as solid as a rock and motionless.

"Miss Yan..."

Yang Bing gently tugged on Ling Luoyu's sleeves, his dark eyes burning.

"You...can we be sisters?"

"……ah?"

Ling Luoyu never expected that Yang Bing, who was so good, would actually say such a sentence.

For a moment, I couldn't come back to my senses.

"What sisters?"

Don’t you want to be a master and a servant?

Why did you pull out the sisters? !