Wu Yining, feeling dizzy, was escorted out the door by Song Wei. She turned around, holding onto the door frame, gazing at him with deep affection, stammering, "C-Crown Prince, we..."
She bit her lower lip bashfully, her cheeks flushed, too shy to continue. She merely looked at him with moist, plaintive eyes.
Song Wei said, "Go back first. Next time, I'll have Jiaojiao invite you out again."
"Really?" Wu Yining's eyes flickered with brightness.
Song Wei nodded with a smile.
Wu Yining smiled so much her eyes narrowed. Her heart was pounding as she bashfully removed a purse from herself and handed it over, "Crown Prince, I made this myself, it's for you."
Song Wei's mouth twitched slightly. He glanced at the purse in her hand, embroidered with peonies in gold brocade satin, and took it without changing his expression. Casually flipping it over, he said, "Ningning's needlework is really good."
