Tearing the Prince's Clothes after Withdrawing Marriage Chapter 973 - 972: Suddenly, My Heart Felt Uncomfortable

Long Xinghe felt a bit like laughing.

The words "exploitation" were even used.

Had he forgotten who he was complaining about?

It was Ali, the one whose life he guarded!

"It’s not all Ali’s idea; I am just anxious to get everything sorted out before I return to Tengbei."

Long Xinghe didn’t want to waste ti. After sitting down at the table, she picked up Ali’s weapon and continued with the final touches.

"There isn’t much left to do. Once this weapon is finished and I use up all of her remaining raw materials to make the last batch of ammunition, basically everything will be complete."

"So, you’ll be heading back to Tengbei then?"

Feng Wuya’s voice carried a calmness.

But within that calmness, there was also a hint of coldness.

Long Xinghe glanced at him, knowing he was not pleased, but she still smiled and said, "I can’t stay here forever, imposing on you."

"I never said you couldn’t..."

"Right, I have prepared sothing for you. Just wait a mont. After I finish designing this chanism, I’ll bring it to you."

It was clear that Long Xinghe was now truly focused.

That chanism, Feng Wuya examined it carefully, as if he understood it, yet at the sa ti, not at all.

So tiny steel wires were intricately intertwined, creating a complex, entwined ss that made one wonder what each delicate thread was actually for.

"Did you make each one yourself?" Feng Wuya couldn’t help but feel deeply impressed.

This wasn’t a craft for the average person.

"With this furnace?" Also, what about the other thing on the table that seed filled with sand?

"This sand furnace is for making molds... for crafting models."

"How can sand make models?" Truly, it was unheard of.

"So other ti I’ll let you see with your own eyes. Explaining is troubleso, but if you see it yourself, then you wouldn’t need my explanation."

Long Xinghe smiled, her eyelids never even lifting.

Carefully, she threaded the tiny, fine steel wires together.

She didn’t seem to be soone skilled with delicate crafts; after all, she was more akin to a Great General accustod to marching and fighting.

However, when it ca to these precise tasks, she was more agile than anyone else.

These hands...

At that mont, Feng Wuya truly took the ti to observe Long Xinghe’s hands for the first ti.

Her hands were nothing special to look at, neither delicate nor tender, but her fingers were absolutely the most perfect he had seen in anyone.

Perhaps it wasn’t that the fingers were attractive, but the proportions, the movents, the grace... You couldn’t pinpoint what was so remarkable about those ten digits, but they completely and utterly captivated your sense of aesthetics.

So beautiful that one could not look away.

"If you keep staring at like that, aren’t you afraid I’ll be distracted?" Long Xinghe continued to smile faintly without raising her head.

Feng Wuya’s gaze couldn’t help but fall on the corners of her lips.

Although her face was ruined and still hideous to this day, with the scars seemingly getting darker and larger and more unsightly,

that casual and indifferent smile at the corner of her mouth suddenly took his breath away.

How could a smile from a girl who was not considered beautiful, and who even had a disfigured face, be so heart-stopping?

Simple, straightforward, serene, and a touch of laziness...

Feng Wuya’s hand suddenly fell to his chest, pressing down hard.

His brow furrowed in an instant.

His heart, all of a sudden, felt a pang of discomfort...