Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

"But I don't like him."

I don't know which sentence hit her, she wrinkled her nose, and her tone became a little disgusted.

"No matter how many gifts he gives, I don't like it."

Pei Tingwen, who was holding her, raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Really?"

"Ah."

"That's not necessarily the case," he said slowly, "Third Highness is always very good at coaxing girls, and can always make them all happy."

"........."

On the surface, he was a compliment, but in reality, he was secretly prodding and pouring oil, really...

She sees through and doesn't tell the truth, and just cooperates with him, and replies: "Then I don't like it either, no matter what."

"Don't worry, brother, I won't be cheated by him."

Pei Tingwen let go of her, touched her face, and said very affectionately, "Good boy."

His cold and cold hand touched gently.

"Oh, that's right," she suddenly remembered something, turned and ran towards the bed.

He ran to the bed, fumbled under the pillow for a while, and then took out a sachet.

"Here you are." She ran back and stuffed the sachet into his hand, "This is a gift in return."

"..." Pei Tingwen raised his brows lightly, "Return gift? For me?"

"Ah."

He was squatting, she was standing, she could look down at him, her small face was serious, "If you give me a gift, I will return it, won't I?"

He is a good boy who knows how to be polite. He doesn't take gifts in vain, and remembers to give them back.

Looking at it like this is even more gratifying.

That little face is so cute no matter how you look at it.

Pei Tingwen grabbed her hand, lowered his eyes, and looked at the sachet. The sachet was simple and green-brown.

Perhaps considering that he often wears dark clothes, he chose darker and cooler tones.

It was supposed to be all kinds of exquisite patterns embroidered by the embroiderer, but now it has become her who is not very good at handwork, and only a shallow flower is embroidered on it.

Snow milky white delicate and slender flowers, matched with the dark and cold tone, like the only tenderness in the cracks of cold stones, grow and poke out their heads quietly.

The embroidered hair is clumsy, but it is inexplicably lifelike, and it matches very well.

Looking down, there was a name embroidered next to the little flower—it was his name, which meant that the owner of the sachet was him, and it was specially given to him after a lot of thought.

Pei Tingwen looked at such a gift for a moment, then raised his head.

With a pull, he pulled her directly into his arms, wrapped one arm around her waist, and tightened it slightly.

"Thank you." He said hoarsely, "I like it very much."

Give her a gift, he never thought she would return the gift.

Originally, I didn't need her to return the gift, but I just gave it if I wanted to, I didn't want to care about the others, and I didn't care whether she would respond.

But now... such a surprise came suddenly, the feeling she treated him was really...

Inexplicably good.

He hugged her, felt her warm and soft body, undisguised kindness, his movements became more intimate with her, and besides the intimacy, there seemed to be a little excitement hidden.

Different from the ordinary excitement of being promoted and getting rich, solving a case, and successfully arresting a person, it is a kind of excitement where all the senses of the body are mobilized, wandering in the soft cotton, and wanting to be wanton.

It's a brand new feeling, fresh, and not disgusting, but addictive.

He hugged her tightly, with lightly scarred palms, and touched her back tremblingly with excitement, stroking her gently, as if comforting a small animal.

"Good... good... good boy."