Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 590 - 589: Don’t Make Me Take Action

Xiaoyao was fiddling with lavender.

She picked off the tiny petals of the lavender, one by one.

She used a bag she didn’t know when she’d brought out, to collect them little by little.

Feeling soone standing behind her, she turned her head and gave him a faint glance, then continued with the task at hand.

Feeling ignored, Feng Yexuan frowned, "You even dare to pick my things?"

"Anyway, I can’t afford to compensate, picking one is owing you, picking ten thousand is owing you, Prince, do you intend to let afford it?"

Xiaoyao pursed her lips, indifferent.

This cheeky girl, she really wasn’t foolish, she had figured out early on that he never truly intended to make her able to compensate.

Still, she had so smarts.

However, what shook Feng Yexuan was her speed in regaining her composure and her ability to self-regulate.

She was clearly very angry just now, so angry that she wanted to lash out at him.

But as soon as she realized she couldn’t beat him, she cald down.

After calming down, she was even able to quickly settle down and mind her own business.

Looking at the densely packed tiny flowers in that small bag, it was clear she had been at it for quite a while.

Probably started picking flowers as soon as she sat down.

Really, she could always find her own thing to do!

He was sowhat confused.

To say that one could imitate behavior, but the style of one’s work and attitudes towards life are inadvertently revealed.

She had always been like this; such a thing could never be imitated.

In fact, Feng Yexuan was clear in his own mind that the accusation he had just given her was rely an excuse for him, unable to explain his own actions.

What did it have to do with her?

"You’re injured?" Feng Yexuan’s gaze suddenly fell on the back of Xiaoyao’s hand.

Xiaoyao looked down at it and snorted coldly, "Thanks to the Prince’s ’generosity’!"

Feng Yexuan then rembered when he had flung her to the ground, she seed to have frowned while looking at the back of her hand.

Was it during that ti she was scraped?

He subconsciously crouched down, wanting to touch her wound.

Xiaoyao’s brows furrowed, and she glared up at him, "Prince, I advise you not to touch !"

Next thing he’d say was that she was deliberately trying to seduce him or get close to him or sothing.

This damned man, unpredictable, the less contact the better!

He knew what she was referring to, and also that his own actions were indeed erratic.

But since when did he need to explain his actions to others?

"Get up." He suddenly stood straight, looking down at her.

"What for?" Xiaoyao didn’t want to leave at all; her little bag wasn’t full yet.

Although there was lavender everywhere, she was gathering the best for making essential oils.

She was picking diligently and selectively, which was why she had only filled half a bag so far.

"If the Prince is tired, feel free to go back first, I’ll return later... You! You! Bastard! Let go of !"

Damned man! He’s insane!

"I can walk by myself! Let go! It’s so uncomfortable!"

At last, she couldn’t utter a word.

Because he had picked her up by the back of her collar again.

The manner was rough, but for so reason, he always found that balance point, where although it was uncomfortable, it wasn’t choking.

But being carried like this, like a little cat, was too embarrassing to be seen by others!

She was dumped in the room again, but this ti, perhaps Feng Yexuan developed a tiny bit of conscience, as he didn’t throw her onto the floor.

Instead, he tossed her onto a long bench.

"Soone, prepare the evening al, make more, this silly girl is too skinny!"

He even fetched the dicine and threw it onto her, his gaze sweeping over the wound on the back of her hand.

"Clean it up yourself, don’t let see it again, if I have to intervene, you’ll surely suffer!"