"..." Ye Qiqi looked at him with a speechless expression.
"Dong dong dong" There was another rapid knock on the door, and the maid's voice sounded again: "Miss Qiqi??"
"Well, cough, here it comes..." Ye Qiqi stretched out her hand to straighten her clothes, and then hurriedly ran towards the door.
The door opened with a "squeak", and the maid standing outside the door quickly looked at Ye Qiqi's face with an anxious expression.
After seeing the slight redness and swelling on her red lips, the maid's expression suddenly froze.
"You have something to do with me??" Ye Qiqi felt a little uncomfortable with her gaze, so she coughed lightly again and asked her.
"Ah? Ah..." The maid came back to her senses, nodded towards Ye Qiqi and said: "Well, just now I saw that all the snacks on your table have been eaten, so I wanted to ask, Miss Qiqi, if you want some? Your servant will bring you some more food."
"Well, okay, I'll bother you then." Upon hearing what she said, Ye Qiqi quickly nodded with a smile.
"Okay, I'll go now." The maid bowed to Ye Qiqi. Before leaving, she couldn't help but glance at Mo Hanqing inside the room.
It’s over, it’s over, I wasn’t paying attention just now, and I accidentally let that man kiss Miss Qiqi. What if His Highness the Seventh Prince discovers him during the dinner party later...
The maid's mind turned back and forth silently, then she raised her head, smiled at Ye Qiqi and asked: "Um... Miss Qiqi, do you want to go to the small kitchen with the slave?? Inside the small kitchen Many kinds of snacks have been prepared, and I don’t know what Miss Qiqi likes to eat. If Miss Qiqi has nothing to do, please go to the small kitchen with me."
"Is it okay?" Ye Qiqi's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard what she said, and she quickly nodded towards the maid and said, "Okay, okay, I..."
Just when she was happily about to follow the maid to the kitchen, Mo Hanqing's deep and pleasant voice suddenly came from behind her: "You're not allowed to go."
"Huh??" Ye Qiqi was slightly startled, then turned around and looked at Mo Hanqing with doubts in his eyes.
Mo Hanqing flicked her sleeves and walked slowly to Ye Qiqi, put a slender arm around her thin shoulders, and then said with a half-smile to the maid standing outside the door: "She is actually a bit I can't follow you to the kitchen now."
"But I..." Ye Qiqi suddenly became anxious. She had nothing to do. She just wanted to follow the maid and go to the small kitchen to see what delicious food there was. She just wanted to eat all those things. Get it back.
"Miss Qiqi?" The maid hesitated for a moment, then turned her head to Ye Qiqi.
"Qiqi??" Mo Hanqing called her in a low voice at the same time she spoke: "The peach-flavored juice just now tastes really good. Don't you... don't you plan to pour some more for my husband to drink?" ??"
"Don't you want to drink from the cup??" Ye Qiqi subconsciously asked Mo Hanqing.
"Well, that's right..." The corners of Mo Hanqing's thin lips curved into a smile, "I really don't want to drink from the cup, so... Qiqi, you can't follow her."