C28 (2/2)

Qu Jingxi turned around and saw that the little girl looked like she was about to cry and his heart tightened even more. Only then did he realise that he had used too much strength just now, and on her wrist, there were already a string of red marks.

He felt a bit of heartache and quickly let go of her wrist and began kneading it for her. The strength between his thumb and forefinger was just right.

”Does it still hurt?”

Feng Xiwu shook her head, the mist in her eyes had already subsided.

”You really like that dress?” After a while, the Prince Jing asked helplessly.

He did not understand. What was there to look at with such a transparent set of clothes?

This was Matsumoto's intention?

A flash of happiness appeared in her eyes, and Feng Xiwu immediately nodded her head. Indeed, people had no choice but to lower their heads under the eaves.

Qu Jingxi thought for a moment, then slightly bowed down. ”If I buy that set of clothes for you, what would be the reward?”

With the face that was quickly approaching, it was too late for her to escape. Just like that, she crashed into his eyes.

With the face that was quickly approaching, it was too late for her to escape. Just like that, she crashed into his eyes.

Feng Xiwu felt that she sensed a conspiracy from the eyes. The man's amber eyes flashed with a hint of darkness, could it be that there was some sort of conspiracy?

After thinking for a moment, Feng Xiwu finally spoke uncertainly, ”What reward does Your Highness want?”

A smile appeared on Qu Jingxi's face, he was in a good mood, the hand that was massaging his wrist turned, and held her hand back, ”There are some pretty good small stuff up front, let's go for a walk.”

Originally, they thought that it would be a happy day, but due to an unexpected guest disturbing them, the two of them separated on bad terms in the end, even though Mu Hanxuan sent her to the General's Mansion gate with a gentleman's demeanor.

The whole way back, he wasn't really happy, and when he returned to the servant girl Palace, he was still restless.

Feng Yuan pursed her lips, and waved at the panicking servant girl. ”Let's go down.”

She was the only one left in the room. The silk in her hand was gripped tightly, her bright white nails loosening and tightening.