Qingdai and Maozi were chatting happily when the door behind them opened with a creak.
"Your Highness...it's cold outside." A body-warming cloak was put on Qingdai. She wrapped the cloak tightly, breathing the light fragrance of Shen Changting's ink. She looked up at him with a smile, "Does Changting feel sorry for me? "
It was just a chat, and I didn't expect Shen Changting to respond. Unexpectedly, his handsome and elegant face still looked calm, but what he said was very shocking, "Your Highness, I have always felt sorry for you."
Qingdai stood up in a fit of disbelief: Maozi Maozi! Has the strategy progress not increased? ! I think Shen Changting's attitude has changed qualitatively!
For someone like him who is used to suppressing his feelings, a word of distress is no different from liking him.
Maozi: No. Keep up the good work~
Shen Changting said softly, "Your Highness, go to bed first. According to custom...tomorrow..."
Qingdai waited for a moment, but Shen Changting stopped talking. She pretended not to notice Shen Changting's nervousness and said with a smile, "Of course I'm going to Shen's Mansion."
Qingdai tried her best to ignore the little pity in her heart and took the initiative to hold Shen Changting's hand, "You have to tell me so that I can understand what you are thinking."
Behind him, Shen Changting unconsciously contracted his little finger, and he came up with another useless excuse.
He was too scared.
He was afraid that when he opened the door, he would see His Highness's impatient face, that His Highness would leave him tomorrow, that His Highness would tell him that she had another sweetheart...
In the bedroom, Shen Changting tugged at a corner of the bedding, and Qingdai deliberately pressed the corners of her lips, "Come here."
Shen Changting was still hesitating, and Qingdai directly pulled Shen Changting's collar. Caught off guard, he quickly used his knees to support himself and raised his head. The distance between the two was already very ambiguous.
Shen Changting lowered his eyes, not daring to look at anyone.
Qingdai sighed: Maozi, this is forcing me to become a gangster.
Mao Zi: ...Aren't you a gangster to begin with?
Feeling the warm breath touching his eyelashes, Shen Changting leaned back in panic. He covered his eyes and peeked at Qingdai through his fingers.
"Your Highness..."
Qingdai raised her legs and said with great interest, "Chang Ting, I like you to look at me."
"So, if you avoid me again from now on, I will kiss you once."
Shen Changting's head was in a mess. The most talented person in Beiling is well-known. He recited poems at the age of three and became a poet at the age of six. Now he seems to have become a fool who can only ask why.
Why did she kiss me? Why does she like me to look at her?
His heart, which had gone cold when he recalled the past, was now beating loudly again. It screamed for its own existence and arrogantly exposed all his past shameful thoughts.
Not impossible.
Yeah? Your Highness.
"Ding - the task completion progress is 30%"
Shen Changting covered his eyes and stepped into the bed with hands and feet. Seeing that Qingdai was not moving, he silently moved to the outside and lay down.
Qingdai whispered, "Changting..."
Shen Changting held the corner of his quilt and pretended to be dead.
Qingdai continued, "I'm cold..."
Shen Changting suddenly turned over, sighed in his heart, and spread his arms.
Qingdai smiled and rolled her eyes, and immediately hugged the person into her arms.
The fragrance of ink filled her nose for a moment, and Qingdai was a little excited, and kept rubbing into Shen Changting's arms.
Suddenly, Shen Changting held Qingdai's waist with one hand, and the heat touched Qingdai's skin through her inner clothes. His voice was as clear and pleasant as running water, and he said in a deep voice, "Your Highness, stop moving."
Qingdai coughed and said nothing, but buried her head deeper.
Qingdai shouted to Maozi: Maozi! He, he, he, he is so domineering! I love it so much!
Mao Zi clicked his tongue and marveled: I can't tell that a man in a woman-oriented world is also a scholar and quite courageous in certain things~
Qing Dai was not surprised.
He could risk everything to escape from the marriage and steal his brother's fiancée, he could tear up the divorce and die in love, or he could trust his whole life to this person who doesn't love him.
He looks cool and bright on the outside, but on the inside he has a strong and unyielding personality, with a bit of madness and stubbornness that no one notices.
Qingdai sighed, it was this temper that led Shen Changting into a dead end.
How could Beitang Qingdai be considered his brother's fiancée? It was just a rumor without a single word. Moreover, if Beitang Qingdai had not become interested in Shen Changting himself, her marriage to the Shen family would not have been possible.
This stubborn guy just felt that he was forcing others to make things difficult for him, so he carefully gave in to Beitang Qingdai, worried about gains and losses, and pushed his position lower and lower.
Beitang Qingdai grew up in a military camp and was used to seeing dramatic human love stories. Her wanton personality and unequal emotional devotion were destined to push her longing for equality and passionate love further and further away.
So the two followed the trajectory and entered their own ending.
Qingdai was thoughtful: Maozi, I seem to know what the strategy value of this world is.
Mao Zi took a peek at Shen Changting and approached mysteriously: What?
Qingdai: I firmly showed Qingdai's love, and Shen Changting took the initiative to approach me.
Maozi jumped up and down, looking very happy: Only by running in both directions can we progress! No wonder Shen Changting's unilateral show of favor to you just now didn't increase the strategy value.
Qingdai smiled slightly, showing love, she was good at it.
The third day was the last day of the Flower Festival, and it was also the day when the two of them were going back to Shen Mansion.
Shen Changting disappeared early in the morning. Qingdai opened the bedroom door and found him standing alone outside the door.
The sky was getting closer to autumn, and the fallen leaves were rolling on the ground with their curled edges. He looked at the ground coldly, with an unbreakable sadness between his eyebrows.
Qingdai coughed lightly, and Shen Changting seemed to be waking up from a dream. He raised his tone, and the smile returned to this beautiful face, "Your Highness, you are awake."
Qingdai approached and held his hand. She found it was shockingly cold and secretly guessed that Shen Changting had been standing there for a long time.
Shen Changting subconsciously wanted to pull his hand away, but couldn't. He said helplessly, "Your Highness, my hands are too cold. Please let go."
"Hmph." Qingdai held her hand tighter, inevitably transmitting heat to that person, "It doesn't matter, I'm hot."
Shen Changting was silent for a long time, then suddenly whispered, "Your Highness, I'm sorry."
