Concubine, don't flirt: His Royal Highness is hiding something

Yu Qiqi glanced at his panting appearance, ignored his words, and lowered her head to play with the lotus seeds she found under the quilt.

"I'm asking you something!"

Seeing how she didn't want to pay attention to him, Nangong Yan became even more angry.

"I said no, do you believe it?" Yu Qiqi tossed up the lotus seeds in her hand, and received them all in her palm.

"Do not believe!"

Nangong Yan put down the teacup heavily and made a muffled sound.

"Anyway, you won't believe what I say..."

Yu Qiqi muttered softly, and took out a few peanuts from under the quilt.

Nangong Yan looked at the lotus seeds and peanuts in her hands, frowned, walked to the edge of the soft couch, lifted the quilt above, and there were lotus seeds and peanuts underneath.

His face darkened immediately, he threw down the quilt in his hands, and sat far away from Yu Qiqi.

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

She peeled one peanut after another, sitting on the soft couch and eating with relish.

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

After several hours passed, Nangong Yan's stomach rumbled. He turned his head and glanced at Yu Qiqi. There were many peanut shells piled up beside her knees, and she ate most of the peanuts on the soft couch. .

"You leave some for me."

He walked over and rowed the rest of the boat in front of him.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who has always been well-clothed and well-fed, peeled the peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth.

"You actually eat this?" Yu Qiqi has never seen him like this before, he has always had a cold face in front of her, even eating with him in the palace, he is extremely noble and arrogant of.

"You can eat it, why can't I?" Nangong Yan choked on her angrily.

"Then why did you look so ugly when you saw these lotus seeds and peanuts just now?" Seeing that he was not angry with her, Yu Qiqi boldly asked him.

Unexpectedly, Nangong Yan's face turned red, and he threw down the peanut in his hand, "I won't eat it!"

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

His complexion is fair, and he can be seen clearly when his face turns red.

"Yu Qiqi, stop pretending in front of me!" Nangong Yan glared at her coldly. She had been married to the Eastern Palace for more than a year, and he didn't believe that Zhaoniang hadn't taught her this.

Yu Qiqi didn't know what was going on with him, but just talking to him a few words made him angry with herself, so she stopped asking him and started playing with the lotus seeds in her hand again.

"I think this idea was given to Grandma by you!"

Nangong Yan's face became more and more red, and his body began to heat up. He tugged at his collar and poured a cup of tea into his mouth.

After drinking a cup of tea, the heat on his body became more and more intense, "Why is it so hot..." He tugged on his collar again, revealing his firm chest.

Yu Qiqi didn't feel the heat, she looked up at him, and immediately screamed "Ah!", "You, what are you doing?..." She pointed to his exposed chest.

Nangong Yan lowered his head for a look, but raised his thin lips and walked towards her, "Are you still afraid that I will be frivolous to you?" The words he said also began to float, and his breath was warm.

"Then put your clothes on!"

Yu Qiqi wrapped her clothes tightly around her body, and retreated into the soft couch.

"I don't wear it!" he said, taking off his coat.

"It's better to wear it, it's not good if you catch a cold." Yu Qiqi hurriedly climbed off the soft couch, picked up the robe that was on the ground and put it on him.

Through the clothes, she could feel his hot body temperature.

"Seven seven."

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

Yu Qiqi was startled by him suddenly, she struggled hard to grasp his hand, her clear eyes trembled slightly, "Nangong Yan, you, what's wrong with you..."

"Seven seven..."

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