Prince An smiled gently, as if afraid of frightening Fang Ruotang, and coaxed, "Is your piece tastier? Can Brother Ziqi try some?"
"Here, have some." Fang Ruotang hesitated and reached out her hand.
Prince An smiled and put the pastry in his mouth.
Fang Ruotang breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Prince An did not mind her messy appearance. Just as she was about to withdraw her hand, she saw Prince An lick the crumbs on her fingertips with great openness.
"Don't waste it."
"Why are you licking my hand?" Fang Ruotang's face flushed red instantly.
Prince An chuckled and asked in return, "Can't I lick it?"
Let him lick, let him lick wherever he wants.
Fang Ruotang shrank back, blushing with embarrassment. It felt so strange!
"Yours is definitely tastier."
"Oh, really?"
Fang Ruotang was a simple person who was easily led by the nose. She looked at the pastry in her hand, but didn't notice anything different. She took a bite of the pastry that Prince An had just eaten, half-believing and half-doubting.
Prince An's gaze deepened, his Adam's apple bobbing involuntarily as he stared longingly at Fang Ruotang's luscious red lips.
"They're the same!" Fang Ruotang didn't see any difference between the two pastries.
Prince An said in a slightly hoarse voice, "Is that so? I think the pastry that Little Sixth Sister ate was sweeter."
Fang Ruotang took another bite, but still didn't feel any difference. After finishing the pastry, she saw the pastry crumbs on her fingertips and licked them, just like Prince An had done earlier.
"Strange, why is it different?" Fang Ruotang muttered to herself. Not believing it, she licked her fingers again, cleaning off all the pastry crumbs.
"Little Sixth Sister!"
Prince An suppressed a sound, his eyes burning with desire as if he wanted to devour Fang Ruotang, while she looked up, still oblivious, and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Let me hug you, okay?"
Prince An was screaming with desire, wanting to pull the person over and place them on his lap, eagerly kissing those red lips he had longed for for so long.
But no, at least not now.
Otherwise, the other five would definitely catch up immediately.
Fang Ruotang tilted her head. Although she didn't know why Prince An suddenly made this request, she didn't refuse because of the mission points.
As soon as Fang Ruotang reached out, Prince An eagerly lifted her up and placed her on his lap, burying his handsome face in her neck.
Fang Ruotang felt a little itchy, so she shrank her neck and twisted uncomfortably against him.
Prince An grasped Fang Ruotang's slender waist and warned in a hoarse voice, "Don't move."
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