Yu Qiqi glanced at him with this panting look, ignored his words, lowered his head and played with the lotus seeds he found under the bedding.

"I'm asking you!"

Seeing that she didn't want to pay attention to herself, Nangong Yan's heart was even more angry.

"I said no, do you believe it?" Yu Qiqi threw the lotus seeds in his hand upwards and took them all into his palm.

"Don't believe it!"

Nangong Yan put down the teacup in his hand heavily and let out a muffled sound.

"You won't believe anything I say anyway..."

Yu Qiqi muttered quietly, and took out a few peanuts from under the futon.

Nangong Yan looked at the lotus seeds and peanuts in her hand, frowned, walked to the edge of the soft couch, lifted the futon on it, and the bottom was full of lotus seeds and peanuts.

His face suddenly darkened, he threw down the futon in his hand and sat far away from Yu Qiqi.

Yu Qiqi glanced at the lotus seeds and peanuts on the soft couch, which were just some fruits, and she didn't know why Nangong Yan's face was so ugly.

She peeled peanuts one after another, and sat on the soft couch and ate them with relish.

Nangong Yan only sat far away from her, and didn't want to get close to her for a moment.

After a few hours passed, Nangong Yan's stomach gurgled, he turned his head to look at Yu Qiqi, there were many peanut shells piled up next to her knees, and most of the peanuts on the soft couch were eaten by her.

"You leave some for me."

He walked over and paddled the rest of the half in front of him.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who has always been well-dressed and well-fed, peeled peanuts by himself at this moment and stuffed them into his mouth.

"You eat this, too?" Yu Qiqi had never seen him like this, he had always had a cold face in front of her, and even when he dined with him in the palace, he was extremely noble and arrogant.

"You can eat it, why can't I?" Nangong Yan was not angry and choked her.

"Then why are you so ugly when you saw these lotus seeds and peanuts just now?" Seeing that he was not angry with himself, Yu Qiqi had the courage to ask him.

Who knows, Nangong Yan's face turned red, and he threw down the peanuts in his hand, "I won't eat it!" ”

"If you don't eat, you don't eat, what are you blushing?"

His complexion was pale, and he could see it clearly when he was red.

"Yu Qiqi, you don't pretend in front of me!" Nangong Yan glared at her with a cold face, she had been married into the East Palace for more than a year, and he didn't believe that Zhao Niang hadn't taught her this.

Yu Qiqi didn't know what kind of wind he was smoking, just a few words with him, he could also be angry with herself, she simply stopped asking him, and began to play with the lotus seeds in her hand again.

"I think this idea was given to Grandma Tai!"

Nangong Yan's face became redder and redder, and his body began to heat up, he pulled his collar and poured a cup of tea into his mouth.

After a cup of tea, the feeling of heat on his body became stronger and stronger, "Why is it so hot...", he tugged at his collar again, revealing his solid chest.

Yu Qiqi didn't feel hot, raised his head and glanced at him, and immediately said, "Ah! "You, what are you doing?" She gestured to his exposed chest.

Nangong Yan lowered her head and glanced at it, but curled her thin lips and walked towards her, "Are you still afraid that I will be thin and you will not succeed?" The words he uttered began to flutter and his breath was warm.

"Then get dressed!"

Yu Qiqi wrapped his clothes tightly and retreated into the soft couch.

"I don't wear it!" As he spoke, he took off his robe.

"It's better to dress well, but it's not good if you catch a cold." Yu Qiqi hurriedly climbed off the soft couch, picked up the robe on the ground and draped it on him.

Through his shirt, she could feel his hot body temperature.

"Seventy-seven."

Feeling the coldness of her fingertips, Nangong Yan grabbed her hand and wrapped it in the hot palm.

Yu Qiqi was taken aback by him, struggling with his grip on his hand, his clear eyes trembled slightly, "Nangong Yan, you, what's wrong with you?" ...”

"Seventy-seven..."

Nangong Yan muttered again, lowered her head, and gnawed at her red lips.