In the evening, Qi Chenxuan did not stay in the study for the first time, but came to the room where I lived. Thinking of the kiss during the day, I couldn't help but feel a little wary of him!
"Hey, it's so late, what are you doing here?"
From the moment he entered the door, I stood one meter away from him for safety.
The guy raised his eyebrows and replied matter-of-factly: "This seems to be my bedroom? Why can't I come? And, looking at you, why do you seem to be afraid of me?"
I forced myself to stay calm and glared at him: "Who, who said I'm afraid of you?"
"No?" The guy's expression became more and more proud, he looked at me with a smirk and said, "Then why are you standing so far away? Are you worried that I will kiss you like I did during the day?"
I couldn't help but blush and said: "Who, who is scared! You, stop talking nonsense!"
The guy blinked and said with an ambiguous look: "If you're not afraid, then you like it!"
"No!" I rejected it flatly.
"Really?" The guy slowly approached me, trying to read some clues from my face.
I subconsciously stepped back, and then he stepped forward, then stepped back, and then stepped forward again...
Only when there was no way to retreat, I couldn't help but push him away and said angrily: "Qi Chenxuan, that's enough! There is a limit to your nonsense. What are you doing here at this late hour?"
The guy raised his eyebrows and replied: "Don't you think this question is funny? This is my room, and you are my wife. There shouldn't be anything strange about me coming here?"
It’s nothing surprising, but I haven’t made some mental preparations yet!
Seeing that he looked determined to stay, I couldn't help but said anxiously: "But, but, haven't you always slept in the study? Could it be that you have forgotten her?"
As soon as she was mentioned, the guy's expression immediately changed, and the smile on his lips disappeared. He turned around, sat down at the table, and said with a cold face: "What on earth do you know?"
I shook my head honestly and said, "I don't know anything, except for the cherry blossom garden in the west courtyard and the portraits of those treasures in your study. I believe there must be a story..."