MTL - Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit-Chapter 2811 Want to fold (33)

  Chapter 2811 Want to break (33)

   paused, and then, with short legs, ran to his side like a bunny.

  His sleeves were caught by the familiar fragrant and soft breath.

   "Your Highness."

  The milky voice has not lost its childishness.

   Just by listening to it, you can tell that it is a cute and beautiful little glutinous rice dumpling.

  The whole body is soft, white and tender.

  His Royal Highness, the cold-tempered prince, slowly put down the pen, turned his face to the side, and looked at her with dark eyes.

  Looking at her small face as greasy and white as tofu, her spirit is as usual, and her cheeks are light and healthy pink.

  The big eyes that had been washed by clear water looked at her with wet eyes, exquisite and clear, bright as stars.

  He looked at her, reached out his hand suddenly, and pinched her jaw.

  Looking around, he said calmly, "Aren't you sick?"

  The little man blinked, "The doctor is cured, and I'm fine now."

   "..."

  It's a bit ridiculous.

  She also seemed to know that he wouldn't believe it, so she grabbed his hand and quickly changed the subject.

   "Your Highness, this time I left the palace and brought back sweet-scented osmanthus cake. It's delicious. Do you want some, Your Highness?"

   As she spoke, she carefully took out the candy wrapped in oiled paper from her bosom.

   "I ate a lot outside, this is the last one that the cook made today, you eat, Your Highness."

  In fact, she knew that he would not eat it, because it was sugar cake, which he didn't like, and it was brought back from outside the palace, so it might not be safe.

   I just wanted to change the subject.

  She unwrapped the oiled paper, held it in two small hands, and brought it to him.

   It looks like he is sharing with him very seriously.

  Chu Ling looked at her quietly.

  Looked at each other for a long time, but he never spoke, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

  For Yun Si, whose result was expected, a disappointed expression appeared on his face at the right time.

   "Does Your Highness not like to eat?"

  She was about to rewrap the oiled paper.

   No, the person in front of her who was supposed to reject her reached out and took a piece.

   eyes looked at her, lips parted, and ate.

  Excessive sweetness pervades the taste buds.

   Almost concealed the pain in his throat that was hard to dissipate due to years of taking medicine.

  Too strong, so sweet that the heart is congested and beating crazily.

   The originally pale lips seemed to be soaked in sweetness and turned slightly red.

  He stared at her with dark eyes.

   "In the future, remember to come back on time."

  The voice is slightly hoarse, inexplicably provocative.

  The little man who thought he couldn't eat was taken aback for a moment.

  He seemed to see that she was deliberately changing the subject, but for some reason, he let her go and didn't ask any more questions.

  The osmanthus cake she brought back was also accepted.

   Obviously he doesn't like sweets, so he doesn't like to eat these pastries.

   "Your Highness..."

   His actions suddenly made her not know what to say.

  Looking at him, I felt a little guilty.

  He is actually pretty good, but she is the one who lied to him like this.

  If you let him know the truth, will he...

   "Go and rest."

   After Chu Ling accepted her gift, it seemed that he no longer pursued her late return.

  The words are light, as usual.

   "Remember to come here on time tomorrow, don't be late."

   "..." She grabbed the corner of his clothes, looked at him, and seemed to want to say something.

   "Your Highness, what if..."

   "?"

"……fine."

   Now seems not the best time to confess.

   You have to find a time when he is in a good mood.

  She breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly let go of him.

   "Then... the minister will leave first, and His Highness also remember to rest earlier."

  She bowed obediently, then turned around and left.

   Behind her, Chu Ling looked at her, twisting his teacup, his eyes dark.

  (end of this chapter)