He ​​said threatening words, but there was a smile on his face, without any deterrent effect.

Xia Qianqian pouted unconvinced, "Then what do you like about me?"

She depreciated herself: "I am a farm girl. I am rude and rude. I like to contradict you. I am not as beautiful as others. I even like to show off and do business. I have so many shortcomings. What do you like about me?"

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"I like you!"

He almost blurted out: "Whether it is your advantages or your shortcomings, I accept them all. What I like is you."

This answer is too general.

"Then what good thing do I have that makes you so determined?" She asked again without giving up.

A smile spread across his face, "I can't say enough about how good you are."

He held her in his arms and stared at her crimson cheeks. He couldn't help but lower his head and placed a warm kiss on her forehead, "I just like you like this."

This is Yunlan Villa, and there are maids and servants passing by from time to time around the flower path.

Seeing the scene here, they all lowered their heads and walked away in a hurry.

Xia Qianqian's little love experience in her past life and this life made her feel flustered and short of breath. She couldn't help but bury her head in his chest and said coquettishly: "Everyone else will see what you do."

He suppressed a smile and said, "How about I do it again when no one is around?"

He was teasing her, and she blushed even more and stamped her feet angrily.

He held her hand, gently pulled her into his arms, "What if others see it?"

"No matter how many people admire me, that is their business. I just want you to know that the person I admire is you."

This sentence gives people a full sense of security.

Xia Qianqian's heart seemed to sink into a honey pot, and it was so sweet and intoxicating for a while.

There were footsteps approaching in the distance again, and she hurriedly came to her senses, "No, let's leave quickly."

"Is the matter inside settled?"

"It's okay for E Qiaomei. I promise my mother that I will go home before dark."

"Okay, let's take you home." He held her hand.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the mountain breeze was blowing in the sea of ​​flowers, and the flowers of various colors were vying for beauty. The girl in pink was running happily in front, followed closely by the young man in a golden brocade robe with dark patterns, looking at her little face, with a silvery face.

Under the mask, the corners of the lips are flying.

I can't see his face clearly, but I can imagine how handsome he looks under that mask.

Not far away, Geng Zhong whispered into the breeze beside him: "It's been a long time since I saw my Highness so happy."

Qingfeng kept a straight face and said nothing.

Geng Zhong elbowed him and said, "We will be a family from now on, so please give me a smile."

Qingfeng frowned, "You talk a lot."

"Why do I talk too much, why should you speak up?" Geng Zhong was unconvinced.

Qingfeng almost rolled his eyes, "How on earth did you get into the golden armored bodyguard?"

"You dislike me, can't you slander our golden armored guards?"

Qingfeng: "..."

It takes more than an hour to travel from Qingshan to Jiangcheng.

The speed of ancient carriages and the time spent on the journey are always doubly painful.

Today, because of him on the carriage, the two of them drank tea, ate snacks, and chatted all the way. Unconsciously, the carriage stopped.

Xia Qianqian lifted up the car curtain and took a look, arriving at the gate of Xia's house.

She cleared the table, pursed her lips and said, "Then I'll go back first."

"You seem to have forgotten something." He sat upright, with a half-smile on his face after taking off his mask.

Such a young man seems to have traveled through time in a painting, making people's hearts flutter.

Xia Qianqian pursed her lips, mustered up a lot of courage, and came forward, a touch of warmth fell on the corner of his lips, "Goodnight kiss."

Ji Zimo was stunned for a moment, and his expression was blank. Then a look of ecstasy flashed across his face, and he pointed at the corner of his lips on the other side, "I want it here too."

Xia Qianqian suppressed a smile and said, "Don't be greedy."

His eyes darkened a bit, "I'm very greedy."

"Ah?"

When Xia Qianqian was stunned, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed her collar, pulled her forward, and held her head down with the other hand.

Two people, two lips, meet unexpectedly.

It's like a drop of water suddenly popping into a boiling pot.

It's like dry soil suddenly receiving rain from the sky.

The collision between skin and skin is like thunder from the sky and fire from the earth.

With a "boom", it was as if fireworks suddenly exploded in the mind, and the colorful flames dazzled people's eyes and captivated their hearts.

A heart, like a lonely boat, once drifted in the vast sea, wandering without direction or destination.

At some point, a lighthouse appeared in front of me, and the heart ship sailed past, finally finding its own harbor.

There he is.

Because it was him, she was willing to repair herself and no longer sail away.

Time passes minute by minute, and every minute and every second seems long and precious.

It wasn't until she was out of breath and his breath worsened that the two reluctantly let go of each other.

He pressed his forehead lightly against hers, tried his best to suppress himself, and panted slightly, "I really want to marry you as soon as possible."

This indifferent His Highness the King has enlightened himself.

Xia Qianqian's cheeks turned red, "You could have married earlier."

"Then you agree to marry me?"

"No, your proposal is a bit perfunctory? I am a person who needs a sense of ceremony."

"What is a sense of ritual?"

Xia Qianqian: "..." The ancients with this single board don't understand.

"You figure it out for yourself."

She can't stay any longer.

If we stay any longer, it’s not certain who will be able to control it.

She pushed him away and jumped out of the carriage. Before leaving, she turned back and warned: "The sense of ceremony is very important to me. I look forward to your performance!"

She jumped back home happily like a rabbit. When she turned around and closed the door, she didn't forget to stick out her tongue at him.

Geng Zhong jumped onto the shaft and prepared to turn the horse's head.

From inside the car, His Royal Highness the Xianwang’s deep voice came, “Geng Zhong, what is the sense of ritual?”

A sense of ritual?

There are question marks flashing above Geng Zhong's head.

He chuckled and said, "How can I know if my subordinates are stupid enough to know things that Your Highness doesn't know?"

"Check!"

Ji Zimo ordered with a cold face: "Before the day after tomorrow, your highness must know what the sense of ritual is?"

"Your Highness, who said this sense of ceremony?"

"Qianqian."

"Then...then you might as well ask her directly, it's better than us searching everywhere."

"She said that when asking for marriage, she likes the sense of ritual the most. Is it possible that to please a woman, you want a woman to tell you how to do it?"

Doesn’t this make him look stupid?

Geng Zhong was embarrassed, "Yes."

We masters and servants don’t know, aren’t we stupid?

Geng Zhong regretted that he had quarreled with Qingfeng today. Otherwise, he could ask him what his master meant by his words.

Wrong!

If he asks Qingfeng.

Could it be that Qingfeng would think that both he and his master were stupid!

Oops!

Women’s affairs are really troublesome.

Without Miss Xia, I have never been so worried.

But...
Chapter completed!