After a long time, he sighed secretly and said, "Get up." His tone was much softer.
Xiaoxiao shook her head, "I'm bored."
Staring at her, helpless. The next moment, he bent down and picked her up, turned around and ordered, "Prepare dinner again."
"Yes, Your Majesty," he stopped the servant just as he was about to leave, "The main thing is light food."
In her arms, Xiaoxiao quietly raised her head, looking at the tender concern he inadvertently showed, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised.
Maybe, he is not indifferent to her...
Duan Yichen carried her, who weighed little, into the flower hall again, put her on a chair, glanced at her little red face, and the smile she tried so hard to hold back. He raised his eyebrows and said nothing.
He just sat next to her and looked towards the door.
The room was eerily quiet, yet unexpectedly harmonious. Just sitting side by side like this, feeling that each other was right next to them, was actually so warm that they were intoxicating.
It was not long, and the dinner had been put on the table again. In fact, after eating the Yuhan Pills given by Zifei, Xiaoxiao was not hungry at all. However, staring at the dishes on the table, she still couldn't help but have a strong appetite.
She didn't care whether the person sitting next to her was the prince, she grabbed her chopsticks first and picked out the dish she liked.
Duan Yichen picked up the chopsticks with extremely graceful movements, but did not put them down for a long time. Instead, he used his peripheral vision to glance at the little woman who was eating happily.
The smile in his eyes was pouring out, with a little doting.
"Duan Yichen, try this quickly," Xiaoxiao picked up a piece of sea cucumber and put it into his bowl, her eyes round and bright.
Taking a look at the contents of the bowl and the expectant look on Xiaoxiao's face, Duan Yichen hesitated for a moment, then picked it up and put it into his mouth, slowly and gracefully.
Xiaoxiao smiled. The small pear dimples were like the beginning of a begonia, with a pure color of temptation that made people pick it up.
Duan Yichen's eyes gradually darkened, staring at her fresh and gorgeous smile and her red lips, he suddenly wanted to taste it again.
To this day, it is a taste that has never been replaced and cannot be forgotten.
Xiaoxiao's cheeks were hot from being stared at by him, so she quickly changed her attention and ate without stopping. Her heart was so pounded that only she could hear it.
"Okay," Duan Yichen finally couldn't see it anymore and took the chopsticks from her hand domineeringly, "Don't eat too much at night, be careful to accumulate food."
"You're not feeling sorry for this dish, are you?" Xiaoxiao winked jokingly.
Unexpectedly, Duan Yichen nodded simply, "It's true." He felt sorry that she didn't eat on time, felt that she would have stomachaches, felt sorry that she didn't know how to take good care of herself, and felt so much that he couldn't feel sorry for him...
"Stingy!" Xiaoxiao babbled, patted her belly, and leaned back on the chair contentedly, staring at a certain place. Gradually, her sight lost focus, "Duan Yichen,"
"Huh?" Duan Yichen responded subconsciously, not feeling anything wrong with her calling him by his first name.
"You said, if life can continue to be so ordinary, you are not a prince, and I am not someone you have to hate... If we have nothing to eat, we will go to the mountains to dig wild vegetables; if we have nothing to wear, we will stay together to keep warm. In that case
…Isn’t it simpler and happier?”
His coquettish eyes were covered with a strange luster, and all kinds of emotions collided in his pupils, making them dizzying.
He stood up, walked behind her, stretched out his long arms, and hugged her whole body to his chest. It was so tight that it seemed to strangle her until she was suffocated.
Xiaoxiao closed her eyes and listened to his derailed heartbeat. At that moment, she heard the same melody as her own.