Xia Houfeng stared at her without saying a word, but his brows became tighter and tighter, and his face became more and more solemn.
Jiang Nanyan felt very anxious, and her palms were sweating constantly as she pressed them on the round table.
"The prince doesn't like to talk in such a posture." Xia Houfeng said, lifting his robe and sitting down, "If you really want to talk to the prince sincerely, come here."
As he spoke, he stretched out his legs to hook a round stool in front of him.
Then, he pursed his lips and stopped talking.[
Jiang Nanyan looked at the round stool less than ten centimeters away from Xia Houfengli and swallowed in disbelief.
Even if he likes to talk face to face, there is no need to get so close!
Jiang Nanyan suspected that if she really sat on that round stool, her whole body would be directly pressed against Xia Houfengli's body!
Thinking of their posture after she sat on the round stool, she couldn't help but blush.
"I...I'd better stand here and say it..." Jiang Nanyan lowered her head and said in a low voice.
"Since you don't want to say it, then forget it." Xia Houfeng said, standing up to leave.
"Wait! Wait! I'm coming over! Sit down first! Sit down!" Seeing that he was about to leave, Jiang Nanyan didn't care whether he was shy or not, or whether his posture would make people blush, so he rushed to her in fright.