Chapter 43: Why is he so arrogant? (1/2)

Achen continued to shoot daggers.

His razor-like gaze slashed straight at Meatball.

However, the kitten hiding in Feng Chuge’s arms wasn’t the least bit perturbed.

It knew that it was impossible for Achen to do anything with it at the moment.

Meatball was thoroughly human-savvy.

Perhaps after realizing that point, it became even more smug….

An invisible war slowly pulled off the curtain…

The eye battle between Achen and the kitten went unnoticed as Feng Chuge reclined on the side and closed her eyes for a nap.

Until the carriage stopped and Zilan who was driving outside called out, “Miss, we’ve arrived at the palace….”

Feng Chuge blinked her eyes open. Achen, we are here. Get down.”

Feng Chuge first alighted and after waiting for a long while, Achen still hasn’t come out.

Brushing the curtain aside, she was met with an expressionless Achen.

“What’s the matter? Why aren’t you getting off?”

Achen crossed his hands on his chest and with the same cold face, proudly opened his mouth, “It’s too high. I can’t get off.”

Feng Chuge glanced down at the sedan chair with just a little height from the inside, and finally muttered, “I’ll hold you down.”

Hearing her say that, Achen’s brows slightly dance and a trace of smile brightened the corner of his lips.

Feng Chuge moved a little forward and was about to hold him. Only then did she find that Meatball was still curled there and she couldn’t just put it down.

About to call Zilan to come over for help, Achen halted her, “I’ll carry Meatball… Then you can hold me.”

“Meow~~” With that offer, Meatball issued a mournful cry in protest.

But in the end, its protests were in vain.

Feng Chuge answered, “Okay.”

Thereafter, she handed Meatball to Achen and stretched her arms and carried Achen out of the carriage.