The quiet life of a princess

Chapter 56 Love? (4)

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Xia Chenxi is waiting, he is waiting, what is he waiting for?
Liu Yiting's face was slightly flushed, as if she hadn't had time to relax from the violent dance just now.He seemed to be blushing because of nervousness.

He heard her slightly panting breath, and saw her charming and charming because of her disheveled clothes.

She looked at Xia Chenxi shyly.

Xia Chenxi was looking forward to it, he was looking forward to it, what exactly was he looking forward to?
Liu Yiting plucked up her courage, stood still in front of Xia Chenxi, took a deep breath, and exhaled heavily, and said, "Excuse me, how old are you this year, when is your birthday? What color do you like, what are your usual hobbies, and what do you like to eat the most?" Food, what kind of food do you hate the most, what kind of people do you like, and what kind of people do you hate?" After thinking for a while, he asked again: "By the way, what's your name."

She seemed to only know that he was the prince, the prince Chen, her husband-in-law.In short, let's ask so many questions first. In the beginning of a relationship, you must get to know each other first, Liu Yiting thought proudly.

Shock flashed in Xia Chenxi's eyes, and in an instant, he regained his usual indifference, took a sip of lotus tea, and said leisurely: "I don't understand the style."

For a moment, he forgives her presumptuousness.After another moment, she was even bolder and asked about his private affairs.

However, when he was about to say "presumptuous", what came out of his mouth were the words "incomprehensible style".

"Don't understand the style?" Liu Yiting was puzzled, scratched her head, and said, "I don't understand the style, can't you take the initiative?"

How can a big man let her, a little girl who has never been in love, take the initiative?He has so many concubines, no matter what, he should be a master of love!

Xia Chenxi was annoyed by the four words he said unconsciously.

There was a trace of disgust in his heart, disgusted with himself for pampering her again and again, disgusted with how strange he felt towards her.But what is done and what is shown, why is it different from what you want in your heart?

His heart was ups and downs, but his expression remained calm.

"If you don't want to play the piano, go back." He was a little tired, his ink-like hair fluttering gently in the wind, and his blurred eyes were full of confusion and loneliness.

(End of this chapter)