Mo Shuang was panicked when she saw him, mistakenly thinking that he was going to get angry, and in a hurry, she said quickly: "I didn't mean to disturb you, I will just step back immediately!"
"Did I say something?" Leng Qisu's lips curled up slightly, he smiled tiredly, and turned his eyes to the side, "After all, there is no word for fear!"
ah
Mo Shuang didn't expect him to be like this. She was a little unsure of the meaning of his words, so she stood there and looked at him blankly. It didn't matter if she retreated or not.
It wasn't until he picked up a piece of crab apple cake and brought it to his mouth, took a bite, and chewed it carefully that she felt relieved and relieved.
I was going to pour him a cup of tea, but found that the tea in the pot was already cold. "I go and give the prince some hot water!"
"No, if you eat it with tea, the crabapple cake will lose its original taste."
"Oh!" Mo Shuang put down the teapot and stood aside. Although she didn't know whether his words were just a matter of fact or meant something else, when she saw him eating a second piece in a row, she felt happy and could not help but feel brave. It's also a bit bigger.
"Give it to the prince!" She took out something from her sleeve and stretched out her hands in front of Leng Qisu.
Leng Qisu was startled. He lowered his eyes and looked at the weird-shaped objects in her hand, which looked like a purse that didn't look like a purse or a sandbag that didn't look like a sandbag. His eyes flickered, "What is it?"
"This is called..." What is it called? She made this after imitating modern decompression tools. There was no plastic in this time and space, so she could only make a cross-shaped sandbag like this. What should it be called? She pursed her lips and thought for a moment, then said: "Call You Bao!"
"Ahem..." Leng Qisu choked and almost spit out the crabapple cake in his mouth. Due to the cough, his pale face finally had a little color. He looked at the sandbag without picking it up, and the corners of his lips raised slightly. Ridicule.
Isn't it? It's just that the name is a bit...
Mo Shuang retracted her hand, feeling a little sad, "It's actually very useful. When you're unhappy, just squeeze one side with one hand, and the fine sand will be squeezed around with the force, but it won't break. Knead it hard, squeeze it hard, everything. The stress and unhappiness were all relieved..."
In modern times, every time she was unhappy, she would squeeze that kind of plastic bubble wrap, and it worked every time. She thought that people like Leng Qisu, who were thoughtful and stressed, needed this more. It seemed that she was naive!
"Put it down! It's getting late, go back!" His tone suddenly turned cold, and he waved his hand towards her, clearly showing displeasure.
Mo Shuang was startled, looking at his condensed expression, and then remembered that this man was most afraid of others guessing his thoughts, and the words he just said clearly meant that he was unhappy, unhappy, and stressed.
God, how could she make such a stupid mistake? Have you suffered less from this in the past
"Then I'll take my leave!" She put the sandbag on the table, bowed, and retreated as if she was running away.
If you stay any longer, the consequences will be disastrous.
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The door was closed with a creak, and silence returned to the room.
Leng Qisu picked up a piece of crabapple cake and put it into his mouth, chewing it slowly, his black eyes looking disdainfully at the cross-shaped sandbag, go worry about it, you childish woman!
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(End of chapter)