"Little Ruoruo, he's already hugged me, you can't not let me hug you too, can you?"

The young prince opened his arms and looked at Fang Ruotang, his smile as dashing as ever, but his eyes held a hint of trepidation.

Huo Zhige instinctively hugged Fang Ruotang tighter, and Fang Ruotang grabbed the back of his head and pulled his hair back.

Sensing the little darling's resistance, Huo Zhige's proud eyebrows drooped, and he said with a wronged expression, "I haven't hugged you enough yet."

Fang Ruotang, like a cold-blooded demon king, pushed Huo Zhige's face with her small hand, "I'm not hugging you anymore."

Huo Zhige felt wronged, but he didn't say anything.

She just secretly glared at the young prince, wondering which hand would be better to break if she put a sack over his head.

"bring it on!"

Fang Ruotang was focused on the task, with no thoughts escaping her mind, and there wasn't a trace of shyness on her face.

The young prince choked for a moment, feeling that something was wrong, but he couldn't resist the temptation. He stepped forward and gently hugged Fang Ruotang, as if he were hugging a soft cloud. The little cloud was even sweet, and the fragrance went straight to his head.

Before the young prince could even savor the moment, the little cloud in his arms ruthlessly pushed him away, coldly saying, "Next."

After saying that, seeing that no one moved.

Fang Ruotang tilted her head, "Aren't you going to hug me?"

The remaining three remained silent.

Fang Ruotang withdrew her hand. "Fine, I won't hug you then."

Prince An chuckled softly, stood up, and walked to her.

"No! Little Six, you can't show favoritism, understand? Otherwise, Brother Ziqi will be sad."

"You didn't carry it yourself." Fang Ruotang pouted, dissatisfied that it wasn't cooperating with her to earn points.

Prince An gently stroked the tip of Fang Ruotang's small nose. "It's not that Brother Ziqi doesn't want to hug me, it's just that he's sad that Little Sister Liu didn't want to hug me first."

"I'm not sad, I'm not sad."

When Prince An held Fang Ruotang, he didn't squat in front of her like Huo Zhige did, nor did he stand like the young prince.

Prince An stood while Fang Ruotang sat. He pulled her into his arms, and the little girl patted his back affectionately, rubbing her face against his belly.

Prince An froze: ...

The thin clothes couldn't block out her warm breath.

Just as I was about to turn aside, someone grabbed my back forcefully and pulled me backward.