Chapter 308: Your Highness Isn't A Repeat Offender?
Chu Qing didn't sleep for long when he was woken up by the movement outside.
She grinded her teeth irritably and called out to Yanran, but it was Mo Jingyu who came in, followed by two servants carrying food.
Mo Jingyu looked at her displeasure and said warmly: "Did they bother you?"
Chu Qingwan frowned and said "hmm", and there seemed to be a flash of grievance in his watery eyes, as if he was complaining.
Mo Jingyu's heart softened, and he said dotingly: "Then I'll let them go down first, and you can eat something and go to sleep."
As he was about to give instructions, Chu Qingwan quickly stopped him: "No, what time is it now?"
Mo Jingyu replied: "It's almost time."
Chu Qingwan nodded, lifted the quilt and got out of bed: "Then I won't sleep."
She slept with her clothes on, but her bun was slightly messy. She couldn't hold it back after washing, so she simply took it all off and tied it up with only a hair tie, which was clean and neat.
The servants put the food on the table, and Mo Jingyu said: "The cars are being loaded outside. It's a mess. Let's eat in the room."
Chu Qingwan had no objection. He sat down and ate for a few mouthfuls before he remembered: "Ajing, were you guarding my door just now?"
Why did she come in as soon as she made a sound?
Mo Jingyu did not deny it: "Idle time is also idle. The scenery outside your door is nice."
Chu Qingwan pursed her lips slightly, but couldn't help but curl up the corners of her mouth, and sweet honey spilled from her heart.
Mo Jingyu held up his chin and looked at her: "Laugh if you want to, don't hold back."
Chu Qingwan tilted his head and smiled.
Mo Jingyu was fascinated by the smile: "You know I'm waiting, are you so happy?"
There was a hint of ridicule in her tone. Chu Qingwan immediately suppressed her smile, coughed slightly, and said with a straight face: "I haven't told you yet. You are so skilled in entering women's rooms. Isn't the prince a habitual offender?"
Mo Jingyu thought for a while and said seriously: "We are indeed familiar with it."
Chu Qingwan stopped holding the buns and turned around: "Hey, you can't tell. Our prince's reputation for not being a womanizer is well known, but he turns out to be a slut."
Mo Jingyu smiled and said, "Didn't you already know this when we first met?"
Chu Qingwan couldn't help but think of the scene when the two met for the first time in the inn.
At that time, Mo Jingyu really kept away from strangers, and she was also in a bad mood, and the two of them started to quarrel with each other.
No, to be precise, she "educated" him unilaterally.
I thought that the tit-for-tat confrontation at that time would be the beginning of a bad relationship, or else they would be strangers to each other. Who would have thought that due to a combination of circumstances, in just a few months, they would actually develop into this.
Chu Qingwan secretly clicked his tongue, his thoughts returned to the present moment, and he was vaguely concerned about the proficiency he admitted personally.
With his personality, he might not be interested in the boudoir of an ordinary woman. Could it be Roujia?
Thinking of Rou Jia, Chu Qingwan's eyes suddenly turned cold.
She still has several accounts to settle with Roujia. When she returns to Kyoto, she must prepare a big gift to send to the princess's mansion, otherwise she will really think that she has lost her temper.
Chu Qingwan gritted his teeth secretly, suddenly losing his appetite, put down his chopsticks, stood up and walked out.
Mo Jingyu raised his hand to hold her: "Why don't you eat?"
Could it be that his joke was too much and made her unhappy?
It's a pity that he has never entered a woman's room other than hers in his entire life. The proficiency mentioned is just because he has entered it several times along the way.
He said that because he wanted her to question her, but when he explained it in a convenient way, he didn't mean to offend her directly.
Mo Jingyu panicked: "Wanwan, listen to me, what I mean is..."
"I don't want to hear it right now, you can talk about it later." Chu Qingwan broke away from his hand, "I'm going to see if I can leave."
As soon as the words fell, the person's feet had already crossed the threshold.
Mo Jingyu bit her cheek in frustration, ordered her servants to pack her favorite shortbread cookies and put them on the carriage, then maneuvered the wheelchair to follow her out.