"Young Master..." Ye Qiqi looked into his eyes and called him in a low voice.
"Are you awake?" After Mo Hanqing stared at her for a long time, he suddenly spoke in a calm voice.
"Yeah." Ye Qiqi nodded. Just when she was about to ask him why his body was so cold, he had already lifted the thin quilt and sat up from the bed.
Ye Qiqi hurriedly hugged the quilt and sat up, just looking at him with her head tilted.
"Get up when you wake up." Mo Hanqing turned his back to her, casually grabbed the robe hanging by the bedside, and slowly put it on while saying: "Don't forget that you have to beat the fourth prince today."
"Ah? Oh..." Ye Qiqi was stunned for a moment, then nodded and responded.
Mo Hanqing stood up from the bed, put on her robe, then turned to look at Ye Qiqi and said, "It's getting late, hurry up."
"Okay." Ye Qiqi nodded quickly, but raised his eyes. After seeing the speckled purple marks on his fair and slender neck, he was stunned for a moment, and then pointed at him with a slender little finger and asked. Said: "What's wrong with your neck...?"
Mo Hanqing narrowed his eyes slightly, gently placed his palm on his neck, and asked without answering: "Why, you can't even remember??"
"Remember what??" Ye Qiqi looked at him with a confused expression.
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Mo Hanqing didn't say anything, and just stared at Ye Qiqi with a pair of deep black eyes.
After a moment of silence in the room, Ye Qiqi tugged at the corner of her mouth and asked him with a trembling voice: "You, you... are you trying to say that all those marks on your neck were caused by me?" Did you come out??"
"Otherwise, who else?" Mo Hanqing responded with a faint voice.
"I..." Ye Qiqi quickly lowered his head and took a look at the clothes on his body. Fortunately, okay, her clothes were still the same as when she went out yesterday, so she probably didn't do anything irreparable to him. .
"Why, don't you remember anything??" Mo Hanqing felt like there was a breath of anger in his heart.
"Remember, remember, why don't you remember." Listening to his tone, Ye Qiqi seemed a little uncomfortable, and quickly nodded subconsciously: "What about that? I don't get that easily as soon as I drink... Ahem... , did I molest you again last night?"
"Again?" Mo Hanqing raised his eyebrows at her, feeling that she used the word very well.
"Hehehe..." Ye Qiqi laughed dryly, stretched out his hand to scratch his head and said, "I feel like I was drunk once before when I was in the palace..."
"Haha, it's really hard for you to remember." Mo Hanqing sneered, his voice lukewarm.
"Well..." Ye Qiqi shrank his head, only feeling that Mo Hanqing in front of him looked yin and yang, "Anyway, you are my husband... What does it matter if you let me kiss you a few times? Why are you looking so mean? Not happy."
"..." Mo Hanqing stared at her, suddenly realizing that he could not refute her words.
"Are you angry??" Ye Qiqi looked at him and asked cautiously.
"No." Mo Hanqing said stiffly.
"Don't be angry. I just kissed you a few times. At worst, I'll kiss you back."