Fu Xiyao raised her hand to get the rose, but she didn’t get it because Ling limu raised his hand and didn’t let her get it.
Fu Xiyao quickly turned around and raised her beautiful little face to look at him coquettishly. “Ling Limu, if you tease me again, I’ll really ignore you.”
Ling limu curled his thin lips. He knew that although Fu Xiyao was a noble lady, the elegant and Gentle Princess Xiyao, she didn’t have any bad habits like a rich young lady. Even if he made her angry, she wouldn’t lose her temper, she was soft and gentle.
When he first saw her, he was a poor child, and she was a rich young lady sitting in a luxurious car. It had been a long time, but she was still a fairy in his eyes. He looked up to her and adored her.
Ling Limu’s deep black eyes rippled with soft ripples. He asked in a low voice, “You’re not angry anymore?”
Fu Xiyao took the rose from his hand and placed it under her nose to sniff it. The red rose was really fragrant.
