After all, no one knows what happened in the palace. The palace is very cautious and some words cannot be passed on.

Wen Yao frowned, grabbed his head with one hand, and shook his head at Qiu He.

Qiu He's smile froze: "Do you really don't know or fake? If you don't tell your sister, you'll get angry and you won't play with these things."

While speaking, she snatched the clay man in Wen Yao's hand back.

Seeing this, Wen Yao suddenly showed a sad expression on his face, "Please give it to me, Yao'er likes clay people, Yao'er really doesn't know anything."

Seeing her innocent expression on her face, Qiu He had a malicious expression on her face. She handed the clay man to Wen Yao, but let go of her hand in the air.

With a click, the clay man's head and body separated. Qiu He said with regret: "What a pity. I'll buy it for you next time, don't be sad."

Wen Yao's eyes were filled with mist, and the tears seemed to fall down in the next moment.

Qiu He patted her shoulder softly and said, "Sister didn't bully you, why are you crying? Be careful of the crying face."

Qiu He saw the powder on the edges of her eyes melting, revealing a little fair skin. She immediately curiously wiped the traces on Wen Yao's face with a handkerchief.

Wen Yao cooperated with her and reached out to wipe the powder on her face even more open.

Before Qiu He could see clearly, a stern shout came from the door: "Qiu He, what are you doing?"

Qiu He froze all over and quickly turned around and fell to his knees. She whispered: "I'm just here to see..."
Chapter completed!