Stop acting, Your Majesty, the queen knows you're faking it

Chapter 377 You won't be ticklish, will you?
However, this dissatisfaction was quickly replaced by shock.

"Chi Xinian, where are you putting your hands?!" Yan Chujing lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on her hands on his waist, subconsciously wanting to avoid her movements.

But he didn't have time to move, so Chi Xinian tightened his arms and took him away: "Where can I put my hands? Isn't it on your waist? I behaved well and didn't touch you. What are you excited about?
"You're a big man, can't I even take you out?"

"But..." Chi Xinian was indeed as she said, very honest, with her arms across his waist, just to facilitate dragging him away, but he had never been so intimate with anyone, she suddenly half hugged him and walked forward , he is very uncomfortable...

And that's not the most important thing.

The most important thing is... Chi Xinian's hand on his waist moved slightly, and he couldn't help but want to dodge it.That feeling is very subtle...

Because Chi Xinian kept turning her head and talking, her hand on his waist kept moving slightly.That feeling is hard to describe...he really wants to hide...

But what she said made sense, she didn't do anything, she just wanted to take him to the kitchen to cook noodles for him.Wouldn't it be hypocritical for him to keep fussing about this simple matter with her?
Caught in a dilemma, Yan Chujing's expression suddenly became weird.

Chi Xinian didn't notice his difference at first, thinking that he was just a little stiff because of embarrassment.But soon, she realized something was wrong, he seemed to be...

"Are you ticklish?" Chi Xinian looked carefully at Yan Chu's face, and roughly guessed the reason why he was wrong.

It was true that he was embarrassed, but after being with her for more than two months, most of those feelings of embarrassment should be overcome.

What really made him want to avoid her was his ticklishness!

"Nonsense! How could I be ticklish!" The small kitchen of Lingyun Palace was not far from Bixiao Palace, and Chi Xinian quickly brought Yan Chujing to the kitchen and let him go.

As soon as Chi Xinian's arm was put down, he immediately stiffened up, swearing that he would never have such a problem as being ticklish.

Just kidding, he is a big man, how could he be ticklish?

However, before he could hold on for a moment, Chi Xinian stretched out a finger, and suddenly poked him in several places on the waist: "Really?"

"You—!" Yan Chujing's complexion changed drastically.

Chi Xinian smiled with almond-shaped eyes: "Didn't Your Majesty promise me swearingly that he couldn't be ticklish? Why did I only poke it twice, and your complexion changed?"

"That's because of your sneak attack!" Yan Chujing gave her an angry look.

He still insisted that he could never be ticklish, and seeing his stubbornness, Chi Xinian didn't argue with him any more: "Okay, okay, blame me for being stubborn, then I'll cook you noodles with oil and apologize to you. "

As she said that, she stopped looking at Yan Chujing, rolled up her sleeves and started kneading the dough.

For fear that he would be embarrassed by the side, she even changed the subject thoughtfully: "Speaking of which, I also took two bites of your bowl of oil-splashed noodles, and the taste is just so-so. For you who live a delicate life, you should It couldn't catch your eyes, so why do you want to eat a second bowl?
"Could it be, to encourage me?"

"Of course not." Yan Chujing frowned, and did not agree with Chi Xinian's statement, "I just want a second bowl because I think that what you made is still acceptable and meets my taste. How could it be encouragement?"

(End of this chapter)