Chapter 2982 Forced Marriage (30)

"But I don't like him."

She didn't know which sentence hit her so hard that she wrinkled her nose and her tone became a little disgusted.

"No matter how many gifts he gives, I still don't like them."

Pei Tingwen, who was holding her, raised the corners of his lips slightly, "Really?"

"Um."

"That's not necessarily the case," he said slowly, "His Highness the Third is always very good at coaxing girls, and can always make them all happy."

"…………"

It was a compliment on the surface, but in reality it was a backhanded insult. It was really...

She saw through it but didn't tell him, she just cooperated with him and replied: "Then I don't like it either, not at all."

"Don't worry, brother, I won't be deceived by him."

Pei Tingwen let go of her and touched her face with special affection, "Be good."

His cold and cold hands touched her gently.

"Ah, by the way," she suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran towards the bed.

He ran to the bed, groped under the pillow for a while, and then took out a sachet.

"Here you go." She ran back and put the sachet into his hand, "This is a return gift."

"..." Pei Tingwen raised his eyebrows slightly, "A return gift? For me?"

"Um."

He was half squatting and she was standing. She could look down at him with a serious face, "You give me a gift, and I have to give a gift in return, right?"

He is a very polite and good boy. He doesn't take gifts for nothing and remembers to return gifts.

It’s even more gratifying to see it like this.

That little face is so adorable.

Pei Tingwen grabbed her hand, lowered his eyes, and looked at the sachet. It was simple and green-brown.

Perhaps considering that he often wears dark clothes, he chose darker and cooler colors.

There were supposed to be various exquisite patterns embroidered by the embroiderer, but now she was not very good at it and only embroidered a small shallow flower on it.

The delicate and slender little flowers of snow-white color, with the dark and cold tones, grow like the only tenderness in the cracks of the cold stone, and quietly poke their heads out.

The embroidery on the hair is clumsy, but it is inexplicably lifelike, and the combination is particularly beautiful.

Looking down, there was a name embroidered next to the little flower - it was his name, which meant that he was the owner of the sachet, and it was specially given to him with great care.

Pei Tingwen looked at such a gift for a moment, then raised his head.

With one hand, he pulled her directly into his arms, wrapping one arm around her waist and tightening slightly.

"Thank you." He said in a hoarse voice, "I like it very much."

When he gave her a gift, he never thought she would return the gift.

Originally, she didn't need a return gift, but I just gave it as I wanted. I didn't want to worry about the others, and I didn't care whether she would respond.

But now...such an unexpected surprise suddenly came, and the feeling she felt towards him was really...

Inexplicably good.

He hugged her, feeling her warm and soft body, his undisguised kindness, and his movements became more intimate with her. There seemed to be a little excitement hidden in the intimacy.

It is different from the ordinary excitement of being promoted and making a fortune, solving a case, or successfully arresting someone. It is a kind of excitement where all the senses are mobilized, wandering in the soft cotton, and crazily wanting to be wanton.

A brand new feeling, fresh, not disgusting, but addictive.

He hugged her tightly, his palms with shallow scars touched her back tremblingly with excitement, and touched her gently, as if he was comforting a small animal.

"Be good...be good...be a good boy."