Cheyue walked over as instructed and saw Ting Qingyu holding up the pastry and bringing it to his mouth, with a full smile on her face. Her heart felt hot again and her heartbeat accelerated. She obediently opened her lips and bit the piece of pastry.
Immediately, the aroma and sweetness filled his taste buds, and the princess's breath also penetrated into his heart faintly due to the closer distance.
It smells so good, um, the smell of the princess is really sweet!
Che Yue's face turned red and he swallowed the cake nervously. He didn't want the smell of the cake to cover up the princess's scent.
Ting Qingyu felt a little strange when she saw Cheyue swallowing the pastry in one gulp, but she didn't want to ask anything. She was about to give him another piece when she heard Cheyue snort. Ting Qingyu raised her eyes in surprise, only to see Cheyue's brows.
He wrinkled tightly, covering his forehead with one hand, and his face looked painful.
"What's wrong? Cheyue?" Ting Qingyu quickly supported him, Cheyue's eyelashes trembled, and her voice also trembled, "Princess...Princess, I, I...I am allergic to pastries..." [
As soon as his voice fell, layers of blush appeared on his face, as if he had a high fever, "My head... hurts so much!"
After hearing this, Ting Qingyu realized that he was really allergic to sweet-scented osmanthus pastry, why would he still eat it?
Ting Qingyu quickly helped Che Yue sit down on the couch, "Do you have any medicine on you? I'll give it to you."
"No... just let me lie down." Cheyue was not polite, her face was extremely red, and she lay down as soon as she sat on the couch.
Ting Qingyu stood aside and complained, "You are the same. You know you are allergic but you still eat it. I won't blame you if you don't eat it!"
Cheyue opened her eyes slightly and smiled silly, "How can you not eat the things that the princess personally gave to Cheyue...to Cheyue? This kind of opportunity will be very rare in the future!"
"You..." Ting Qingyu was speechless and speechless. Indeed, if Ting Qingyu had to feed him personally, there would probably be no other way except getting hurt.
Cheyue's eyes were gentle, but her expression was slightly confused. She looked at the stunned princess intently, smiled softly again, and reached out to hold her soft little hand firmly.
"Yu'er...if I could, I still wanted Yu'er to treat me like this!" He no longer called her princess, but Yu'er.
When people are in love, they usually call each other by their nicknames, which makes them seem much more intimate. Ting Qingyu also remembered that Xiao Wen also called her that.
The temperature in her hands kept rising. It was Che Yue's breath. Ting Qingyu stood in a daze, but she didn't know how to answer.
"Ahem..."
A voice suddenly broke into the ears of the two of them. Ting Qingyu and Cheyue both turned around, only to see Chuoluo and Xiao Wen standing at the door of the pavilion at some point, looking at Cheyue with a hint of jealousy.