Xing Feng nodded in great sincerity and looked at it with his purse, "It's really cute, it's so beautiful."

Si Qianai kept staring at his eyes, as if he wanted to find something out from his eyes.

"Since you like it, I'll give it to you! To prove that you really like it and not lie to me, do you want to accept it?"

Xing Feng replied immediately without thinking: "Of course, this is my honor, and I will definitely treasure it."

Si Qianai sighed lightly and said with a little regretful tone: "It's my first embroidered one after that. Master Xing, you must keep it well. Moreover, in China, the purse is a blessing, which means peace. You cannot put it randomly, but must be worn with you."

Xing Feng smiled and agreed, "Okay, I will not let down the little princess's wishes, I will definitely carry them with me."

Si Qianai rubbed her sore wrists, and her fingers were stabbed by needles a few times.

"It's not been embroidered for an afternoon."

Xing Feng's eyes accidentally saw the wound on her finger and immediately said anxiously: "Your hand is injured. Hurry up and take the medicine box to help the lady bandage it!"

The servant did not dare to hesitate, so he hurriedly got the medicine box, squatted in front of Si Qianai, and carefully applied medicine to her.

"Why are you so careless?" Xing Feng asked with a bad expression, looking distressed.

Si Qianai complained about him ten thousand times in his heart. It was obvious that it was just to use her, and she pretended to be affectionate.

"Inexperienced." Si Qianai replied to the three words "He".

Xing Feng didn't mind, but instead chuckled twice and said, "You said that if Li Yaochen knew that the first purse you embroidered was given to me, would he be jealous and sore to death?"

Si Qianai sneered in her heart, but there was no emotion on her face. "You said this to remind me, otherwise you would give me your purse back?"

Xing Feng said unhappily: "No, how can I take back the gifts I gave? Are I right about the little princess?"

Si Qianai was silent for a few seconds before saying, "Okay, at worst, I'll just embroider him one, you'll be practicing it all."

Xing Feng's face froze, "It's not good for you to do this..."

The servant had already helped Si Qianai treat the wound. Si Qianai went directly over Xing Feng and said, "What's wrong with it? I'm a little tired and go back to my room first. Please help me deliver dinner upstairs."

Xing Feng sat there and looked at the purse in his hand carefully. Si Qianai seemed a little different today, but he couldn't say what was wrong. He rubbed his temples and felt that he hadn't had a rest and thought about it a lot.

He opened his purse and looked inside. It was just some rose petals. He found nothing unusual, so he put the purse in his pocket with peace of mind.

...

Si Qianai has been waiting, but Xing Feng has been staying in the villa for the past two days and has not left a single step.

I was almost tired of those things that passed the time before, and Si Qianai was finally able to mess with the villa again.

This time she took the books in Xing Feng's study to the rooftop for firewood.

Si Qianai asked the servant, "Do you have sweet potatoes? This is so good, you can roast a sweet potato to eat."

The servant nodded hesitantly, but was worried. He burned so many books from the young master. What if he got angry?

Xing Feng's personality was really cruel and irritable in the past, but no matter how angry she was at Si Qianai, she would not get angry at her.
Chapter completed!