She lowered her head and her voice was muffled.
Fu Ciyi coughed lightly.
Since she washed it off, it means she saw it.
She was naturally aware of what happened last night, no wonder she asked him not to take it to heart.
So he took the purse from her hand and took a closer look. The word "翊" on it was crooked and looked very ugly.
"Yan Funing, I taught you how to write, and your handwriting is only this good?"
She looked up at the sound, her beautiful eyes watery: "How can writing be the same as embroidering? If you don't want the purse, then give it back to me!"
When talking, grab it.
The man didn't give her the chance to snatch it back and lifted it up.
Yan Funing couldn't jump at this moment, so she just stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arms to reach it.
He was very tall, and even though she was considered tall for a woman, she was still a head shorter than him. Even if she stood on tiptoe, she still couldn't reach the purse he was holding.
She stamped her feet, angry and annoyed: "If you dislike it, then just don't bother with it."
"Who said I don't want it?"
Fu Ciyi stuffed the purse into his arms, and only then did he realize that he was wearing underwear, and the purse rubbed against his chest skin.
The strange touch seemed to scratch my heart.
If he let go, the purse would slide down his skin, fall out of his clothes, and fall directly to the ground.
Then he put his hand on his clothes and pressed his purse...
Don’t let go!
"Yan Funing, the purse you made is too ugly." After a pause, he said in a stiff tone, "I reluctantly accepted it."
Yan Funing murmured, "I originally wanted to embroider."
"Embroidery? I'm a grown man, embroidering on my purse?"
"It's not flowers, it's patterns like auspicious clouds, but I don't know how to embroider it, so the purse won't look good."
Hearing this, Fu Ciyi touched the top of her head and said, "Remember not to do this for others in the future."
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