Chapter 36 Cuter than the Robot Bird

Tang Xiaoning turned around abruptly, her movement so fast that it stirred up a breeze, and her skirt swirled in a small arc.

She stared wide-eyed at Li Minghua in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape, wondering if she was hallucinating from the scent of gardenias.

Li Minghua felt intensely uncomfortable being stared at like that.

A faint blush quickly spread across her fair cheeks, and her gaze drifted uncontrollably to the swaying gardenia leaves on the ground beside her, but she dared not meet Tang Xiaoning's eyes again.

Even so, she still felt that what she had just said was not clear enough or complete enough, and with an almost stubborn seriousness, she added in a low voice:

"It's...much more interesting than the mechanical bird."

As soon as she finished speaking, she seemed to have finally completed the most difficult battle of her life, and quickly released Tang Xiaoning's wrist.

The movement was so fast it even seemed somewhat hurried.

Almost immediately, she turned around and strode briskly toward the front of the stone path.

That upright figure now showed a forced composure, and upon closer inspection, his steps were much faster than usual.

The dark blue outfit drew slightly hurried lines in the twilight, even... giving the impression of a hasty escape.

Tang Xiaoning was completely stunned.

The fragrance of gardenias was still strong in the evening breeze, and the lingering burning sensation on my wrist was still very clear.

She looked down at her empty wrist, then looked up at Li Minghua's almost "escaping" figure.

After a few seconds of silence—

"Pfft—Hahahaha!" Overwhelming joy and sweetness, which could no longer be contained, instantly engulfed her like a volcanic eruption.

Tang Xiaoning couldn't hold back any longer, and even spun around happily, her white skirt billowing out.

She covered her cheek, feeling the heat almost burning her palms.

Her wooden-chested heroine! Her bodyguard Li!

This piece of rotten wood, frozen for a thousand years and as hard as iron, has finally! Been! To! Speak! Human! Language!

Although I spoke haltingly, and it was so awkward that I wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear.

Although it was clumsy and lacked any skill, it was precisely this unprecedented clumsiness and straightforwardness that, to Tang Xiaoning's ears, was a thousand times more beautiful than the tender vows of eternal love in operas.

sweet!

It's so sweet!!

She could no longer contain herself. Like a joyful little bird, she lifted her skirt and chased after him with light steps.

In just a few steps, I caught up with the figure in front of me who was trying to maintain his composure, but whose steps were clearly stiff.

"Minghua!" She smiled radiantly, her voice overflowing with sweetness.

She reached out with perfect ease and took Li Minghua's arm again, even going so far as to rest her head affectionately on Li Minghua's taut shoulder.

"What did you just say?" She looked up at Li Minghua's blushing profile and her thin lips pressed into a straight line, deliberately asking in a sickeningly sweet voice.

"The wind is too strong, I didn't hear you clearly! Could you please say it to me again clearly and plainly?"

Li Minghua's body was noticeably stiffer. He stared straight ahead, his jawline taut, and the blush on his cheeks spread all the way to his ears and neck. Even the fingers holding the sword gripped the hilt tightly.

No matter how much Tang Xiaoning shook her arm or how much she pleaded and acted spoiled, she just pursed her lips tightly, looking like she was determined to defend herself to the death.

But this time, seeing Li Minghua's extremely embarrassed yet forced composure, Tang Xiaoning was not anxious or angry at all. Instead, her heart felt as if it were being soaked in a warm current, and she felt extremely satisfied.

She nuzzled her cheek against his strong, reliable shoulder, like a kitten that had finally found a safe haven.

The evening breeze gently swept through the garden, dispersing some of the overly sweet fragrance of the gardenias, leaving only a fresh and pleasant aroma.

Leaning against the stubborn yet soft-hearted, awkward yet incredibly adorable female warrior beside her, Tang Xiaoning felt that the sunset before her had never been so magnificent, and the evening breeze on her face had never been so intoxicating.

Even the floral scent in the air, which someone had previously found "sweet," now seemed just right, gentle and lingering.

It seems that although it took a lot of effort to make a piece of cold, hard wood bloom, the miracle that finally blossomed before our eyes is truly a wonderful surprise and a source of great satisfaction!

As for that cousin who lives far away in the capital, and the exquisite mechanical bird he sent?

Ah, it had long been washed away by the surging sweet waves in Tang Xiaoning's heart, and she had forgotten it to the ends of the earth.

A servant named Afu, who happened to be passing by the pavilion, witnessed Miss Tang holding onto Guard Li's arm and leaning on her shoulder, smiling radiantly.

The usually cold-faced Guard Li, his cheeks flushed, striding forward with unwavering eyes, nearly made his jaw drop. The broom in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he muttered:

"Good heavens...am I seeing things? Has the iceberg in the manor...melted?"