This conclusion is interesting.
But thinking of the third prince's previous life, the harem was in a mess.
Qi Chimu also felt that what this guy said was not very reliable.
He hesitated for a moment, "It's not a bit masculine to obey her like this."
The third prince hates that iron cannot be made of steel, "Do you want a tender and sweet little wife, or your manly spirit?"
This made Qi Chimu silent.
Bai Weiwei had been doing nothing for several days, and after counting the time, she knew that the Cold War was almost over.
After all, the Cold War was to force Qi Chimu to see his heart clearly.
It's good to achieve the goal, don't push it too far, so as not to lose the favorability.
Bai Weiwei was just thinking about what reason to use to end this ignoring situation.
The door was pushed open, and there was a faint fragrance of plum blossoms. Qi Chimu walked in slowly, holding a large bunch of plum blossom branches.
Bai Weiwei looked back at him with puzzled eyes.
Qi Chimu thought of the flowers of the third prince, and said that the husband and wife also occasionally had to have fun before, sending some flowers and gifts, or saying a few sweet words would have a good effect.
He didn't want to do it.
But when I passed through the plum forest, I saw that the flower branches were splendid and stood there for a long time, but I couldn't help but break some beautiful plum branches.
But when he really came to her, Qi Chimu, who was holding the flower, suddenly fell silent.
Bai Weiwei looked at the flower in his hand and knew it.
This is to send flowers.
After sending flowers, I reluctantly showed a shy expression, and then softened my attitude in the evening.
It's definitely going to be a good feeling.
Bai Weiwei was already about to reach out to pick up the flower.
Qi Chimu lowered his head, walked over, and then went directly to the vase, which had no flowers for a few days and had a bunch of plum blossoms again.
Bai Weiwei quickly retracted her fingers and clenched them into fists, almost reaching for the flowers.
Qi Chimu was arranging the flowers, with her back to Bai Weiwei, her indifferent and handsome face was stained with a few hints of blush.
He did not expect a simple act of sending flowers.
would be so difficult.
Even the fear of being rejected.
Qi Chimu heard his heartbeat, beating violently.
He suppressed the agitation, regained his calm expression, and looked back at her.
But found that Bai Weiwei was peeking at him, although she quickly moved away.
But Qi Chimu still thought about it.
He suddenly walked over and held her wrist, the slender wrist in his palm was so fragile and easy to imprison.
Qi Chimu couldn't help pinching it before saying, "Follow me."
Bai Weiwei frowned, wanting to say something, but thinking of her cold war, she just rolled his eyes at him, but refused to move.
Qi Chimu was deadlocked with her, but looked at her delicate and delicate ears, a little red.
His heart beat for a few beats, and suddenly his tone sank, "If you don't go, then we'll go to bed."
When Bai Weiwei heard this, she turned back and glared at him, her beautiful eyes full of boredom.
Qi Chimu pursed his lips and said, "Whether to go or not."
Bai Weiwei frowned, hesitated for a moment, and was unwilling to get up and go out with him.
Qi Chimu took her all the way, walking slowly.
Daihuangji Temple is surrounded by plum trees.
The petals of the plum blossoms are scattered down, with a hint of romance.
They walked to the east of Dahuang Temple, where there are the most plum trees.
In the snow-capped snow, the red plums are in full bloom, more gorgeous and beautiful than the flames.
Bai Weiwei looked at it for a while.
Qi Chimu looked at her and found that she liked it, so he was relieved.
He didn't know what was wrong with him. He had always been sober and knew that his feelings for her were wrong.