The door opened.
Ye Wangchuan came in from outside, put the milk down for her, and stood one step away from her, looking at her: "Are you angry?"
Qiao Nianying played with the milk bottle with her white hands. She didn't answer the question directly. Her hair had just been washed but it wasn't dry yet. Her black hair drooped slightly to cover her brow bone. She said in a defiant and arrogant manner, "No."
Seeing her ignoring him, Ye Wangchuan knew that she must have found out, so he walked over and found the hair dryer for her: "I wanted to give you a surprise, but it seems that I didn't get the surprise, and I was only frightened."
Qiao Nian watched him walk behind her and plug in the hair dryer. The slightly warm breeze blowing on her neck made her feel inexplicably comfortable.
She narrowed her eyes slightly, her shoulders and neck relaxed, but she still didn't want to talk to anyone: "Hmm?"
Ye Wangchuan rarely saw her lose her temper, so he was in a good mood. He raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Is Qiao Shen really angry?"
Qiao Nian frowned and replied lazily, "No."
Ye Wangchuan dried the ends of her hair, then turned off the hair dryer and walked back to her: "Are you not angry and ignoring me?"
Qiao Nian subconsciously tried to pull up his cap, but missed. He put his hand down awkwardly and looked away: "What do you want from me?"
"If you're fine, I have something to do..." She hadn't finished her words.
Ye Wangchuan suddenly came forward and their eyes met. His warm breath fell on Qiao Nian's face, as if their fates were intertwined.
"Angry?"
Qiao Nian leaned back instinctively, looking away, a little angrily: "Did I say...?"
Someone suddenly grabbed her neck, preventing her from moving away, and the handsome face that was so close to her moved even closer.
He has a high nose bridge and extremely fair skin. At such a close distance, Qiao Nian can even see each of his eyelashes clearly.
"Ye..." She was really not used to the feeling of being approached forcefully. She took a deep breath and was about to speak.
The sentence is not finished yet.
The man's soft lips pressed down.
Qiao Nian subconsciously opened her eyes wide, and before she could move her hands, she was held cross-handed and pressed on the chair. As her breathing became entangled, she could only sink into it with deepening senses...
…
ten minutes later.
Qiao Nian went to the sink, turned on the faucet, flushed some water, and returned to the room. The heat in her ears had subsided.
She looked at someone in the room, walked to the window, and opened it to get some fresh air.
Then she turned around, leaned on the edge of the sofa, raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Tell me, how did you get the qualification to go to the Privy Council."
This was the first time Ye Wangchuan was interrogated like this. Ripples appeared in the depths of his eyes. He replied lazily and good-temperedly, "Looking for connections."
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He walked over, pulled the window back halfway with his long arms, looked down at the girl's profile and said, "It's cold at night, be careful not to catch a cold."
Qiao Niangang was still thinking about what he meant by "find connections" when he was suddenly interrupted by him, and his eyebrows furrowed.
Ye Wangchuan smoothed her brows, then put down his hand and finally said, "Ji Ziyin can use her connections to get in, so of course I can use my connections as well."
"She sought the Queen's connections, and I sought the Archbishop."
Qiao Nian pursed her lips and raised her chin to look at him: "Archbishop?"
"Yeah." Ye Wangchuan touched the ends of her hair again to see if it was dry, then lowered his eyes, his tone as soothing as the sound of a spring: "I made a deal with him. I did him a favor, and he helped me enter the Privy Council. It was a fair exchange for both of us."
(End of this chapter)