When Jun Moyi came back, Sang Liwan had just finished taking a shower. She was wearing only a thin gauze dress and sitting in front of the dressing table. Qingshui stood behind her, twisting her hair with a towel.
Hearing the noise, Sang Liwan glanced sideways and saw that Jun Moyi had changed into a green robe. His long hair was loosely tied up, with a few strands of hair casually scattered on his chest.
Her eyebrows and eyes are picturesque.
Sang Liwan just took a look and didn't dare to look again.
She was still angry with him, and if she looked at him a few more times, she might not be angry anymore.
[It seems that what I thought at the beginning was right. A husband shouldn't be too good-looking. Who can still get angry in front of such a beautiful face?]
【Don’t watch it, don’t watch it, just don’t watch it. 】
Sang Liwan looked straight ahead, as if she was not moved by beauty. Jun Moyi almost laughed out of anger when he heard what she was thinking.
He didn't say anything, just watched the master and servant busy themselves quietly.
Qingshui felt like a thorn in his back when he was stared at like that.
She thought that the prince's pressure was too strong. If she didn't know that she had done nothing wrong, she would probably be trembling with fear by now.
Qingshui was feeling nervous, so she subconsciously glanced at Sang Liwan, who was standing still like a mountain.
He sighed in his heart: The master is indeed the master. The tough guys in this world who dare to provoke Prince An in person are different.
Only after Qingshui finally managed to dry Sang Liwan's long hair halfway did he breathe a sigh of relief.
She looked towards Jun Moyi cautiously and saw that Jun Moyi had probably waited too long, so he picked up a book and was sitting under the lamp reading.
Seeing this scene, even Qingshui couldn't help but sigh. His Royal Highness Prince An's appearance was really deceptive. This person who looked like a piece of pine and jade was actually...
Just thinking about it, Qingshui couldn't help but shudder all over, and quickly collected his mind and dared not think about it anymore.
This scene happened to fall into Sang Liwan's eyes.
She was a little curious, "Qingshui, are you cold?"
Qingshui had never expected that Sang Liwan would suddenly start talking to her. She subconsciously glanced at Jun Moyi first, fearing that he had seen her little action just now.
However, what Qingshui didn't know was that there was nothing in this room that could hide from Jun Moyi's eyes.
Jun Moyi's thoughts were similar to Qingshui's. He felt that Qingshui's reaction when she saw him was a normal one. People like his princess were really rare.
How dare you take advantage of him in your heart.
How audacious!
Over there, Qingshui repeatedly shook her head at Sang Liwan, "Princess, I'm fine, I'm fine."
He looked as if he was still frightened.
Sang Liwan didn't react at first, but after a long time, no matter how slow she was, she knew what was going on with Qingshui.
She glanced at the beauty under the light over there and couldn't help squinting her eyes.
"Okay, go out first, so you don't get sick from fright."
Hearing her words, Qingshui couldn't help but blush, "Princess..."
Seeing this, Sang Liwan interrupted her directly, "If you don't leave now, be careful that I will change my mind."
Qingshui immediately stopped talking.
When she left, she looked at Jun Moyi again, thinking that the princess should be able to handle it alone and she didn't need to worry too much.
She tiptoed out of the door, then carefully closed it from the outside, and met Liu Shang head-on.
Qingshui frowned, a little puzzled, "Liushang? Didn't the princess ask you to go and rest?"
Hearing Qingshui's words, Liushang tiptoed to take a look into the house, but unfortunately Qingshui's movements were too fast and she didn't see the situation in the house clearly.
"Sister Qingshui, is the princess okay?"
This question was a bit baffling, and Qingshui's face was a bit suspicious. "It's fine, why are you asking this?"
Liu Shang scratched his head and said, "I just saw that the princess didn't look very happy when she came back just now, so I was a little worried."
Hearing her say this, the inquiry in Qingshui's eyes instantly faded, "You are talking about this, it's okay, the princess is just having a quarrel with the prince. In the past, the princess and the prince had a fierce quarrel, I'm used to it."
"Really? Sister Qingshui, the princess is so amazing." Liu Shang's face was full of admiration.
The two people didn't walk too far, so all the sounds reached the ears of the two people in the house.
When Sang Liwan heard Qingshui's words, the corner of his eye couldn't help but twitch.
When did she start fighting with the prince?
She has always treated Jun Moyi as her patron, almost worshipping him.
Even if it was the original owner, he would at most smash everything in the house to pieces, point at Jun Moyi's nose and curse a few times, but he never laid a hand on Jun Moyi.
However, if she really attacked Jun Moyi, it would not be her turn to commit suicide, as Jun Moyi would have chopped off her head long ago.
Thinking of this, Sang Liwan felt a chill on her back, and she subconsciously reached out and touched her neck.
It seems that she should be grateful to the original owner for not being so extreme.
Suddenly, she heard Jun Moyi's smiling voice: "My princess, don't you think it's a little late to start worrying about the little head on your shoulders now?"
Sang Liwan glanced back at him and said, "As long as it's still sitting on my neck, it's never too late."
"A sharp tongue."
Jun Moyi snorted softly and turned his wheelchair to the couch. "You chased Qingshui away, so who will make my bed? Or does the princess plan to do it herself?"
Sang Liwan glanced at the soft couch, and the scene she saw when she woke up in the morning instantly appeared in her mind. Her ears felt hot and her cheeks flushed slightly.
She glanced away and then coughed lightly, saying somewhat unnaturally, "I don't want to sleep on a soft couch."
Jun Moyi was startled, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes, "Am I not the one who wants to sleep on the couch?"
"But I don't want to sleep on a soft couch." Sang Liwan grabbed his sleeves with both hands and repeated it with his neck stiff.
In a flash, Jun Moyi understood the meaning behind her words. He raised his eyebrows and smiled slightly, his eyes slightly raised. He deliberately moved closer and said, "Wanwan, are you worried that you will sneak up to me again at night?"
"I didn't do that. Don't talk nonsense." Sang Liwan's face was suddenly covered with crimson clouds.
"Whether it's nonsense or not, Wanwan knows it very well."
Seeing that he was not giving in, Sang Liwan immediately became angry. She turned around and looked at him angrily, "Jun Moyi!"
Hearing her address, Jun Moyi paused and rubbed his sleeves with his fingers, "You are getting bolder and bolder, even daring to call me by my name."
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