Xiaoxiao raised her pretty little face and looked at him funny, "Duan Yichen, what do you want me to do? Stay there and watch you show off your affection?"
Duan Yichen looked at her with eyes that flickered between dark and bright, and the confusion in his pupils became even worse.
She raised one side of her lips and shook her head, "Duan Yichen, you can be cruel, but I can't learn to whitewash my heart."
Evil, cold, ruthless, and gentle, he had performed all these masks over and over again. After shaking her heart that seemed solid but desperately longed to be warmed, he was ready to take off which one and put it on again.
Which one?
Seeing the complex emotions in her eyes, his anger gradually dissipated and was replaced by a kind of troubled pity. Despite this, the charming and handsome face was flawless and belonged to the Sixth Prince.
He is unruly and indifferent, and plays it just right.
Staring at her, he half-smiled, stepped forward, lifted her chin with his elegant fingers, and moved closer, his breath rushing to her face, "What's your heart like?"
Xiaoxiao smiled lightly and patted his hand away, "It's hot and red."
"Oh?" He raised his eyebrows half-way, with a playful smile, and his cold and charming eyes were filled with evil temptation, which was breathtaking, "Then, who is the person in its heart?"
"You want to know?" Xiaoxiao turned his back on the guest, took a step forward, raised his head, and met his shining eyes. His seductive tone really made Duan Yichen pause. Just a little bit of loss of control was keenly captured by Xiaoxiao.
A hint of message.
He cares about the answer.
"Haha," Duan Yichen laughed mockingly, his eyes half-closed with disdain, "Yingying, put away those little clevernesses of yours. It's really fanciful to think that you can control me."
"Your Majesty, please be at ease," Xiaoxiao took a few steps back, crossed her arms and said leisurely, "How could I forget that Your Majesty hates me? Your Majesty doesn't want to know who is in my heart!"
Duan Yichen glanced at her, turned around and left.
Xiaoxiao changed the topic, pretending to be shy, and said in a soft tone, "Actually, that person is..."
Just as Duan Yichen was about to leave, he couldn't help but pause, frowning, as if he was waiting attentively for her next words.
A triumphant smile appeared on Xiaoxiao's pretty face. She walked over, patted his shoulder, and raised her eyebrows teasingly, "My lord, have you ever heard of a sentence? You are cruel to the end."
Hearing her ridicule, Duan Yi raised evil eyes, but in his heart he was annoyed and wanted to go crazy. He knew he should remain unmoved, but he still wanted to hear her answer!
"Lin Moying, you——"
Before he said his harsh words, Xiaoxiao frowned and bent down to cover his stomach. Duan Yi and Chen Junrong were startled and asked stiffly, "What's wrong?"
"hungry."
There was a hint of distress in his eyes, but he still said sarcastically, "Didn't the palace give you food?"
Xiaoxiao seemed to be feeling very uncomfortable, squatting on the ground with her head hanging down, "I forgot to eat at noon, and I don't have time to eat at night."
"You haven't eaten for two meals?" Duan Yichen frowned tightly, his face was like a monster, covered by layers of dark clouds, "Do you think you are made of iron? You are so thin that there is not even a few ounces of meat left in your body, making soup.
You find it tasteless, but you still dare not to eat? Why, do you want to starve yourself to death, and then accuse me of taking human lives? I never thought that you, a woman, have such a sinister heart."
Xiaoxiao never spoke, squatting there pitifully, her shoulders starting to shake. She was like an abandoned puppy, waiting for a kind-hearted person to touch its head and then take it home.
.
The fire that flickered in his eyes gradually cooled down. Duan Yichen pursed his lower lip and realized that at this moment, it seemed a little difficult to say something like comfort to her.