A generation of enchantresses bewitched the harem

Chapter 77
After a while, he suddenly asked me: "Nian Nian, don't you have a sweetheart?"

I looked at his serious expression and suddenly blushed.He stared straight at me, his thin pursed lips trembled slightly, and his long and narrow phoenix eyes were filled with tears, as if he was about to cry.

I was afraid that he would really cry, so I quickly argued: "No."

He turned a deaf ear to my words, and said firmly, "You're talking nonsense." He touched his chin, and concluded, "I must know this person."

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, looked at him with an infinitely sweet smile, and said, "Zizhe, don't forget, I'm only 12 years old, and I don't know what it means to 'like someone'." I like someone", staring at him, almost unable to pretend anymore.

He rolled his eyes for a while, and said to himself: "Who is it? Who is it..." He slapped his forehead and yelled, "It's Brother Seven, isn't it?"

I was stunned, and the redness on my face could not be restrained. Seeing my appearance, Zizhe was even more sure of my guess. I "instigated" to roll off the edge of the bed, crying loudly: "Ah, I knew Nian Nian that you liked Seventh Brother. I have already seen that you guys are tricky. You always call him Seventh Brother, but you call me 'Eight Prince' and you can't change it..."

I heard that what he said made sense. Could it be that I really like Ziqian?Or is it because my sister likes him and he likes my sister, that I want to win him over?

No, I don't like him.I just wanted to win him over, that's all.

Thinking of this, I lowered my face and said coldly: "Eighth Prince, you can't talk nonsense like this. If the Queen Mother hears it, I'm afraid I will be reassigned to the Seventh Prince."

Hearing what I said, Zizhe really cooperated and stopped restless, and then looked at me in fear.

I sighed, he was just a child.I told myself in my heart: I want mercy, I want mercy!The world is so beautiful, but I am so irritable, not good, not good...

So I squatted in front of him to help him up, and carefully wiped off the dust on his body, and looked at him with an extremely gentle smile: "Zizhe, in my heart, you and Brother Seven are the same."

(End of this chapter)