Wei Yang stared at Yan Gui's earlobe, which was stained with a suspicious blush.
She glanced at him, then looked away without explaining anything. She slowly lowered her head and took a bite of the rose pastry from his hand. She smiled at Yan Gui, her red lips moved slightly, and her eyes were cunning.
Yan Gui lowered his eyes to look at the little head on his chest, stretched out his hand, pulled the ribbon that tied her hair, and her black hair fell down like a waterfall. Wei Yang raised her head and looked at Yan Gui in confusion, with snack crumbs on the corner of her mouth.
"So ugly." Seeing Wei Yang's eyes wide open, her mouth bulging with snacks, she wanted to speak but couldn't, so she hurriedly said, "Next time I'll find you a maid who can comb your hair."
As he spoke, he reached out and put the remaining half of the rose cake into his mouth, chewing it slowly.
Seeing Yan Gui picking up another piece of jujube paste cake and looking at it, Wei Yang quickly swallowed the snack in her mouth and said, "I won't eat it. It's too sweet."
Seeing Wei Yang shaking her head, he took a bite of half of it. The crust was crispy and the jujube paste inside was indeed too sweet. Yan Gui frowned and looked at the other half in his hand. He had never had the habit of wasting money during his military campaigns.
Wei Yang saw that he didn't want to eat and seemed very reluctant, so she quickly put her hand over her mouth and looked at him with curved eyebrows. She was relieved when she saw him put the food into his mouth. Just as she let go and breathed a sigh of relief, she didn't expect Yan Gui to bend down and accurately block her mouth.
"Hmm." Wei Yang's eyes widened as she felt a piece of cake being pushed into her mouth. She couldn't swallow it, nor could she not swallow it. She could only put her hands on Yan Gui's chest and let him ravage her lips and teeth.
In the end, even she herself didn't know who had eaten that piece of sweet cake.
Wei Yang was so angry that she pushed Yan Gui hard with both hands. Yan Gui deliberately fell backwards and his head hit the car window with a bang.
Ding Wu, who was outside the carriage, was startled and shuddered. He looked around and saw that the streets were crowded with people and there were no suspicious assassins. The girl's voice came from the carriage. It was soft and slow, and it was not clear, but it made Ding Wu feel relieved and he concentrated on driving the carriage again.
"How is it?" Wei Yang half-knelt down and hugged Yan Gui's head. It seemed that she had used too much force just now.
Yan Gui buried his face in Wei Yang’s chest and groaned vaguely, as if he was saying it hurt, but also as if he was saying nothing.
Wei Yang hurriedly ripped off the golden crown that bound his hair and threw it into the carriage. The golden crown rolled out of the carriage through the gap under the curtain as the carriage swayed and rolled to Ding Wu's thigh.
Ding Wu picked it up and looked at it doubtfully, then looked at the closed curtain and decisively put it into his arms. The carriage also slowed down.
In the carriage, Wei Yang pulled apart Yan Gui's hair and felt it carefully. She felt relieved when she found no wound or swelling. She sighed and wanted to sit back.
The world was spinning, and Yan Gui turned over and laid down with her in his arms: "We got up too early this morning, I'm sleepy."
Under Wei Yang's surprised gaze, Yan Gui rested his chin on top of Wei Yang's head and pulled her into his arms. Perhaps feeling uncomfortable, Yan Gui laid his legs flat and turned over.
He let her roll over him, sleep in the carriage, bury her head on his chest, and stop talking.
Wei Yang wanted to move, but her hands and feet were restrained by him, so she just let him do it. She covered her lips with her white and tender hands, yawned, and slowly closed her eyes.
Wei Yang slept soundly all the way.
The carriage stopped at the gate of Yan's mansion and drove into the courtyard without waking up.