The way back home was still long, and in the narrow carriage, the air suddenly became quiet.

The two were relatively silent.

Lin Shuang'er shrank in the corner, boredly fiddling with the purse in her hand, her heart was bumpy.

Ye Beicheng glanced at her, his eyes fell on the object she was playing with, raised his eyebrows, and said, "What is the thing in your hand?" ”

Hearing his voice, Lin Shuang'er subconsciously hid her hands behind her.

Seeing her hiding, Ye Beicheng frowned slightly, reached out to hold her waist, and hugged the person to him: "What is hiding?" ”

The distance between the two suddenly narrowed, his face was so close that Lin Shuang'er could even feel his breath spraying on her face, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably.

She said: "It's just some little playthings that can't be put on the table." ”

Yebei said: "Show this king." ”

Lin Shuang'er shook her head.

She didn't want to show him.

At the last Lantern Festival, the purse embroidered by the girl from the outsider family was so exquisite, and the night Beicheng said that it was cheesy. Then her purse sewn with coarse cloth and twine would not be in his eyes.

Seeing that she was unwilling, Ye Beicheng hugged the person tighter, and the lips of the two almost touched together.

Lin Shuang'er straightened up, trying to keep a distance from him, but her graceful posture became more and more attractive.

"Take it out." The big palm secretly retracted itself, and her waist was contained in his palm, soft and thin, and the inexplicable impulse in her heart instantly surged up again.

Lin Shuang'er only felt that the world was spinning for a while, and she was actually sitting on his lap, such a posture was too ambiguous, and Lin Shuang'er blushed instantly.

Feeling the changes in his body, Lin Shuang'er instinctively wanted to struggle, but in vain in front of the powerful Ye Beicheng.

The more she struggled, the tighter he hugged her, and the stronger the urge became......

"Don't move, let this king hold for a while, this king won't do anything to you." His voice was hoarse, with a man's magnetic voice, like an iron hook that wanted to lead people into a trap he had set beforehand.

Ye Beicheng found that he really liked to hug her.

It turns out that a woman's body can be so soft and fragrant. Obviously he looks very thin, but he is so comfortable to hold in his arms......

Lin Shuang'er didn't understand why Ye Beicheng always liked to tease her.

She wanted to cry without tears, and scolded Ye Beicheng all over in her heart!

What is not close to women, what is a gentleman, what is cold and noble......

It's all fake.

Ye Beicheng is in her heart, like the fruit on a tree, the surface is smooth and full, but in fact, when you bite it, the inside has already festered and blackened, and it is even full of big insects......

Lin Shuang'er didn't dare to move anymore, in his ears, Ye Beicheng's breathing became heavier and heavier, and his voice was forbearant and suppressed: "Really don't show it to this king?" ”

Every word is threatening.

Where would the simple-minded Lin Shuang'er be his opponent.

In the end, as he wished, Lin Shuang'er compromised and said: "Ask the prince to let go of the slave maid, and the slave and maid will show you." ”

Ye Beicheng hooked his lips, and he found that he liked to bully this little thing more and more.

Afraid that he really couldn't control it, Ye Beicheng slowly let go of the person in his arms.

Lin Shuang'er shrank back into the corner as if she had been pardoned.

She reluctantly handed the purse hidden in her hand to Ye Beicheng, and said, "The prince remembers to return it to the slave after reading it." ”

Seeing that she regarded it as a treasure, Ye Beicheng took the object in her hand with great interest, and when he looked closely, it turned out to be just an ordinary purse.

The needlework is very ordinary, and the pattern can barely be seen to be a pair of mandarin ducks playing in the water, and this material is also the most ordinary, which is really not amazing.

Soon, he noticed a word embroidered crookedly under the pattern.

"Qi?"

Ye Beicheng frowned slightly.

How is it this same word again.

He remembered that the first word Lin Shuang'er wrote was also a Qi character.

Suppressing a trace of inexplicable emotion, Ye Beicheng asked her: "Why are you embroidering a Qi character here?" But what's the point? ”