Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 887 - 886: The Ring on the Ring Finger

Feng Wuya woke up to find the sun high in the sky.

As soon as he woke up, he realized that this was not his own bedroom.

In his line of sight, not far from the table, sat a woman.

She was wearing a loose black robe, her face covered with a black veil, along with a hat.

With that outfit, she looked like an old woman in her fifties or sixties.

But upon closer inspection, one would notice her slender waist; even the roomy robe could not hide her graceful figure.

"Star River?" Feng Wuya sat up in bed and knocked his head, "Why am I in your bedroom?"

Long Xinghe looked at him, sowhat surprised.

The words Chu Qianli had said before she left last night were still clear in her mind:

"Tomorrow, see how he reacts when he wakes up. First, if he leaves in sha, it ans he really has no feelings for you."

"Second, if he’s just confused and not angry, it ans he already considers you family."

"But there are many types of family; perhaps as a sister, maybe as a lover... You decide for yourself."

That’s what Chu Qianli had told her.

Now, Feng Wuya’s reaction clearly belonged to the second category.

Family? These few words were sowhat heartwarming.

"You drank too much last night, went looking for Ali, and she found you troubleso and dumped you here," Long Xinghe said with a smile.

Feng Wuya rubbed his brow, unable to rember much about last night, but he rembered Chu Qianli asking him: Do you like Long Xinghe?

How could he possibly like Long Xinghe?

A girl like Long Xinghe, too independent, too mature, too steady and calm, too... too perceptive of people’s hearts.

He wouldn’t fall for her.

Definitely not.

Feng Wuya got out of bed, his gaze landing on Long Xinghe’s hands, "What are you making?"

Looking at her eyes again, he noticed they were bloodshot!

"Didn’t you sleep all night?"

"You occupied my bed, where else could I sleep? Beside you? Not afraid of ruining your reputation?" Long Xinghe didn’t even lift her gaze,

her hands continuously busy.

Feng Wuya’s face turned red, dropping the topic, "What are you making?"

"A special kind of... ah, you call this item Thunderbolt Grenade, these are the casings; once Ali’s gunpowder material arrives, I can assemble them imdiately."

Feng Wuya didn’t fully understand, but he got the gist of it.

"Making so many Thunderbolt Grenades? What is that girl planning?"

"How would I know?" Long Xinghe shrugged, "I just do what she asks to do."

But Feng Wuya didn’t believe she knew nothing. Instead, she and Ali just did not want to tell him.

Everyone treated him as if he were a delicate child, everyone felt he should live in a simple world.

But he, too, wanted to do sothing within his ability.

Yet, no one allowed it.

"Why give this thing?"

He extended his palm, showing a ring on his finger, "Jiang Tao said you personally crafted it, a retractable ring?"

When Long Xinghe turned around, she accidentally caught sight of his jade-like long fingers.

Those fingers were really beautiful.

Yet, he wore the ring on his ring finger...

Long Xinghe’s heart fluttered for a mont, inexplicably moved.

This fellow, certainly unaware that wearing a ring on the ring finger signifies sothing.

It is said there’s a vein on the ring finger that leads directly to the heart.

Wearing a ring there ans... the direction of the heart...

Before Long Xinghe could finish her thoughts, Feng Wuya’s deep voice already echoed above her head: "Why give a ring for testing poison? Is there a traitor beside