A calm and low voice interrupted Qianya's endless curse. Qianya turned around and found Yun, with white hair and lightness and beauty, standing next to her.

"Because she... speaks very hypocritically! She looks like a woman looking for a beating!" Qianya clenched her fists and frowned angrily.

Yun blinked helplessly and chuckled: "This reason is really weird!" Then he raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "You have to be careful! This Princess Qima is wild and willful, don't anger her easily!"

"What can I do if I offend her? Anyway, I just don't like her!" Qian Ya ran into Yuyuan Mansion angrily, leaving Yun Ren standing outside the palace, shaking his head helplessly.

Qianya did not go back to the wing to rest, but came to the lobby door, hid behind the door, and peeped at the scene of the two people inside.

"My lord, this osmanthus cake is so delicious! Can you get me a piece?" Qima stretched out her slender finger and pointed at a plate of exquisite osmanthus cake on the wooden table next to Cheng Ke.

"Oh! Okay!" Cheng Ke reached out and picked up a piece and handed it over.

Qima smiled: "Your Majesty, I want you to hand it to my mouth!"

Cheng Ke said awkwardly: "Okay!" and handed the cake to her mouth.

Qima opened her cherry mouth, bit it gently, and winked charmingly.

"You don't have long hands? Why don't you eat it yourself? And you're ogling me? How disgusting!" Qianya banged on the door and glared at her.

"My lord, are you a strong man?" Qima stretched out her hand and put it against his chest.

Cheng Kepi smiled: "Of course! But... can you take your hand away?"

Qima smiled awkwardly and took away the hand that was wandering on his body.

"What a pervert! You can't even blush after eating a man's tofu?" She reached out casually, grabbed the tea that the maid was about to bring in, and drank it.

"Xiaoyu, is this the tea I want to bring to the lobby?" the maid complained in a low voice.

"Aren't you going to bring another drink in?" She glared at the maid in displeasure and continued to peek into the lobby.

Qima picked up a cup of cold tea and took a sip. Suddenly the hand holding the tea shook, "Ah!" The tea poured onto her face, and the cool tea dripped down her face.

Cheng Ke took out a yellow brocade handkerchief from his arms and handed it to her, but she didn't take it. She just pouted and said coquettishly: "Your Majesty, please wipe it for me, okay?"

Cheng Ke frowned and helplessly wiped the water droplets on her face with a brocade handkerchief. Suddenly Qima's hand held his and slowly slid down, along her slender neck, and continued to slide down, soft and charming.

Said: "Your Majesty, there is still something down there that I haven't wiped yet!"
Chapter completed!