Lord, are you looking for a smoke?

The indifferent and deep voice interrupted Qian Yayu's continuous cursing.Chia Ya turned her head and found a light and beautiful cloud with white hair standing beside her.

"Because she... speaks very hypocritically! It looks like a woman looking for a beating!" Chia clenched her fists and said angrily, frowning.

Yun blinked helplessly, and chuckled: "This reason is really strange!" Then he raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "You have to be careful! This princess Qima is savage and capricious, don't provoke her easily!"

"What can I do if I mess with her? Anyway, I just see her unhappy!" Chia ran into Yuyuan Mansion angrily, leaving Yun alone standing outside the palace, shaking her head helplessly.

Chia Ya did not go back to the wing to rest, but came to the lobby door, hid behind the door, and peeped at the scene of the two inside.

"My lord, this sweet-scented osmanthus cake is so delicious! Can you get me another piece?" Qima pointed at a plate of delicate sweet-scented osmanthus cakes on the wooden table beside Cheng Ke.

"Oh! Okay!" Cheng Ke reached out and picked up a piece, and handed it over.

Qima smiled brightly: "My lord, I want you to hand it to my mouth!"

Cheng Ke said awkwardly: "Okay!" and handed the pastry to her mouth.

Qima opened her cherry mouth, bit it lightly, and blinked charmingly.

"You don't have long hands? Why don't you eat it by yourself? You wink? How disgusting!" Chia slammed on the door and glared at her angrily.

"My lord, are you a strong man?" Qima stretched out her hand and pressed it to his chest.

Cheng Kepi smiled: "Of course! But... can you take your hand away?"

Qima smiled awkwardly, and took away the hand that was wandering over him.

"What a pervert! You don't know how to blush after eating tofu from a man?" She casually stretched out her hand, grabbed the tea that the maid was about to bring in, and drank it with her head up.

"Xiaoyu, is this the tea I want to bring into the lobby?" the maid complained softly.

"You won't go get another cup and send it in?" She glared at the maid in displeasure, and continued to peek into the lobby.

Qima picked up a cup of cold tea, took a sip, and suddenly the hand holding the tea shook, "Ah!" The tea poured onto her face, and the cool tea dripped down her face.

Cheng Ke took out a yellow brocade handkerchief from his bosom and handed it to her, but she didn't take it, but pouted and said coquettishly, "My lord, can you wipe it for me, please?"

Cheng Ke frowned, and helplessly wiped the water on her face with a brocade handkerchief. Suddenly, Qima's hand took his, and slowly slid down, along her slender neck, and continued to slide down, softly Said: "My lord, there's still something left to wipe!"

Qian Ya's eyes were full of angry red silk, she stood up and clenched her fists, and was about to rush in and punch that female pervert a few times to rescue the ruffian prince.Unexpectedly, a hand stopped her and covered her mouth.