By the time her feet started to feel numb, she finally turned to head back to the stone hut.
As she turned her head, she saw "Tang Zan" watching her with eyes as dark and deep as black gemstones.
Pei Shu'er walked toward him with a smile, leaning close to him, her voice sweet as if coquettishly.
"What, does the Princely Heir not trust me?"
Because she was quite close, her breath brushed against his face as she spoke. Shiqi's face immediately flushed red, then quickly faded.
Pei Shu'er handed the wooden box to him.
"Help me hold this. I've been holding it for so long, I'm quite tired."
Shiqi took it, and Pei Shu'er's fingertips inadvertently touched him, making Shiqi's heart skip a beat.
Pei Shu'er smiled and lowered her gaze.
Surprisingly, it really had no effect at all.
If it's not the Power of Plot, then it must be because of this "Tang Zan."
After Pei Shu'er returned to her room, she went straight to the space.
