"Whoah! Using the strategy of pulling out the firewood from under the pot? This Master Liu Zikang is really sothing!"
Su Pan’er sneered, then she thought of another question, "But it’s strange, he put pressure on you from every angle, why didn’t he just talk to you, have a heart-to-heart? Or better yet, directly remove the black gauze from your head?"
"Who told you he didn’t co to find ?"
Qin Yi looked at her with approval, "As for this black gauze on my head, who knows who will end up removing whose gauze!"
When Qin Yi said "watch who removes whose gauze", Su Pan’er didn’t take it to heart.
After all, Qin Yi was just a minor official. Speaking conceitedly about removing the gauze of a high-ranking officer seed impossible no matter how she looked at it!
She thought he was only comforting her, so she didn’t take it seriously.
Just as they stepped into the parlor, from afar, she saw the frailly alluring "skinny horse" gazing affectionately at Qin Yi with every action and smile carrying a touching charm.
This made Su Pan’er’s brows furrow.
"Master."
Xiyue ca forward courteously, her eyes full of implied affection, "Madam."
"Why are you still here? Didn’t I punish you to copy Scriptures?"
Su Pan’er’s lips curled disdainfully, her eyes carrying a bone-chilling coldness.
"Xiyue, of course, I know to copy the scriptures."
Water mist quickly filled Xiyue’s eyes, her soft Wu-style language was extraordinarily sweet, "But...but... I didn’t know where to find the writing tools, so..."
While she spoke, her gaze kept slipping onto Qin Yi.
Su Pan’er pursed her lips tightly, while it was Qin Yi who grasped her hand, took a step forward, and cast an inquisitive look at her.
"If you can’t find them, ask Aunt Zhou for them. In the future, don’t trouble the Madam with such trivial matters, alright?"
Xiyue’s body trembled like a willow catkin in the cold wind, she couldn’t help but shiver: "Yes, I...I understand..."
"Good as long as you understand."
Seeing her nod, Qin Yi then turned around to support Su Pan’er, "How about it, are you hungry? Let’s eat sothing before discussing other matters."
"My dear, you always take such good care of Pan’er."
Su Pan’er took the opportunity to hold Qin Yi’s arm, laughing sweetly as she stepped through the door, "Dear, Pan’er wants to eat Stir-fried Pork with Bamboo Shoots, I’m waiting for you to make it for ."
Underneath the surface, she suddenly jabbed her sharp fingernail into the palm of his hand with unanticipated firmness.
Qin Yi didn’t resist, but just raised his brow, still speaking softly, "Okay, I’ll take care of it for my Pan’er."
With that, he strode into the parlor.
Once the two of them left, Xiyue imdiately dropped her tearful expression, and with deep eyes she watched the retreating figures, staying there for a long ti.
After confirming that the person behind couldn’t see her, Qin Yi quickly asked in a low voice, "What’s wrong, Pan’er?"
"So? Isn’t Qinhuai’s Thin Horse srizing?"
She asked back quietly.
The force in her hand gradually increased and her sharp fingernails dug deep into his soft palm at. Although he flinched, she still wouldn’t release.
Yet on the surface, she still looked sunny.
"You know very well, I was just putting on an act."
Qin Yi sowhat helplessly responded.
Su Pan’er’s eyelashes quivered lightly, and she lowered her eyes to conceal her bewildernt, asking quietly.
"Did that hurt?"
"What do you think?"
Qin Yi raised an eyebrow.
"That definitely ans it didn’t hurt!" Su Pan’er replied sarcastically.
"So what if I want to ss around, what you gonna do?"
He lowered his head without hesitation, and planted a kiss on her soft, slick cheek.
"This is your punishnt for deliberately teasing your husband!"
"I’ve seen people with thick skin before, but never soone as shaless as you. If it was sumr, even mosquitoes wouldn’t be able to bite through, right?"
"Good point, good point."
Qin Yi nodded seriously, "A thick skin is a must, as the saying goes, ’Only with a thick skin can one survive, and get good food’, right?"
Does he actually think she’s praising him?
Su Pan’er glared at him: "But this is too thick, even a thousand layer cake probably isn’t as thick as your face!"
"A thousand layer cake? Is it tasty? Why don’t we have it for breakfast tomorrow?"
Qin Yi looked at her curiously.
So angry that Su Pan’er didn’t know what to say, "Eat, eat like a big-headed ghost! I’m not eating anymore."
With that, she put down her chopsticks and walked away!
If they kept talking, she felt she would vomit blood first.
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