Chuzheng's breath brushed across his cheek, whispering beside his ear.
"I'm not telling you." This little trickster definitely knows, but pretends not to.
With those words, the breath moved away from him.
Yann Ge opened his eyes, seeing Chuzheng already sitting upright.
"Your Highness..."
Yann Ge called her softly.
His clear voice carried a trace of soft grievance.
"Hmm?"
"Is it fun teasing me like this?" Yann Ge leaned on the table, sitting properly: "Your Highness, do you not like me?"
Chuzheng: "???"
How did it come to this question?
"Why wouldn't I like you?" Ask when confused!
"..." Yann Ge placed his hand under the table: "Why didn't Your Highness kiss me just now?"
Such a good opportunity, the atmosphere was perfect, yet she didn't kiss him.
Yann Ge felt she truly didn't like him.
And what she said just now...
Does she know something?
"Wasn't I answering your question just now, why would I kiss you?"
"..."
Chuzheng caught up: "You wanted me to kiss you?"
