"This..." Bei Yue was unconvinced, "You haven't said what you want yet, how do you know I can't do it."
Bei Yue, from birth to now, the only setback she has encountered is him. Apart from him, she doesn't believe there is anything she can't handle.
"Okay." Qi Xuan moved his left eye to her, looked at her intently, and lightly opened his thin lips, "I want to go to the study room to study like you."
He and Qi Yayan were originally hostages, so logically speaking, they were imprisoned.
However, Beidi accepted Qi Yayan as his concubine, and the identity of the proton was also removed, so he could naturally call himself the harem.
He was the only one whose identity at the moment was quite embarrassing.
He was said to be a proton, but there was a noble concubine above him.
He is said to be an honored guest, but he is also the prince of Tiandu.
Although no one dared to say anything directly, he was clearly embarrassed.
Therefore, the first thing he has to do is to get rid of the current embarrassing situation.
After entering the dry study room and studying with the prince and princess, Bei Yue's identity can protect him, and there is no need for him to be looked at strangely by others.
Recently, perhaps men are greedy for the new and dislike the old, and Qi Yayan is no longer as favored as before.
So...she has to remind her from time to time to catch what needs to be caught.
At first, he didn't understand what she wanted to express. He had already followed her words and had a relationship with Bei Yue. Why was she still dissatisfied?
But...in the end, he discovered something extremely dirty.
The way Beidi looked at him was very strange, very strange. He used to be cold-eyed and didn't care about everything because it wasn't worth it.
So he never set his sights on Beidi.
Later, Qi Yayan reminded her intentionally or unintentionally that she finally knew something was wrong.
He has always been sensitive, and finally felt Beidi's gaze. As long as he was present, Beidi was obviously looking at Qi Yayan.
But he felt extremely strongly the blazing gaze of Beidi.
He felt sick, very sick.
He had been humiliated for his appearance since he was a child, and he had hated his own appearance endlessly, but he couldn't change it.