The disfigured prince's time-traveling concubine

The man was still struggling in the water.

Helplessly, Song Yunli had to sit on the stone platform by the lake with her chin supported by one hand, and counted silently in her heart. She wanted to see how long he could struggle.

“…ninety-six, ninety-seven, ninety-eight…” The person struggling in the water still showed no sign of stopping, and his movements became more and more vigorous, with occasional splashes of water falling on Song Yunli.

If she didn't think of some way to stop him, he would probably not stop until he was exhausted to death, but she couldn't jump into the lake to pull him out. What should she do?

Although the lake was not deep, it was enough to drown a short girl like her.

While thinking, Song Yunshi's eyes inadvertently swept to the pastry plate not far away. There were almost invisible residues lying pitifully on it, and it was now being attacked by a few ants. Maybe there was a method she could try.

"If you stop now, I will bring you some pastries tomorrow." Song Yunli stood up, put his hands to his mouth in a trumpet shape and shouted.

The lake suddenly calmed down. The man stood up straight, took a few steps and climbed onto the shore. Then he put his hands on his legs and sat down obediently beside Song Yunli. His innocent eyes looked at Song Yunli with longing.

Being stared at in this way, Song Yunli searched hard and finally felt that the four words (inexperienced with worldly affairs) were the most appropriate. If her feeling was correct, his mind was not yet open.

Seeing that Song Yunli hadn't said anything, the man thought she was going to go back on her word. He pursed his lips in grievance, and his beautiful eyes instantly misted over. He stretched out a bruised hand and timidly tugged at Song Yunli's sleeve, "Sister, some cakes, Qing'er, be good."

Just as she expected, how could an adult who was involved in worldly fame and gain have such a pair of clear and innocent eyes? But you know what, apart from the aggrieved and tearful expression on his face, he really did have a handsome and warm face.

"Plop! Plop!" A drop of hot tears fell on Song Yunli's tender white hand, bringing her back from her dazed state.

Although Song Yunli often pretends to be well-behaved and cute, and her tears flow as freely as tap water, she cannot bear to see tears from people she doesn't dislike, especially if they are handsome men.

"What's wrong with you? Stop crying, okay?" She took off the purple silk handkerchief embroidered with plum blossoms from her waist and handed it to the man.

The man stretched out his hand to push away the handkerchief, shaking his head like a rattle, and his already loose and crooked bun completely fell apart, "Qing'er doesn't want this, Qing'er wants cakes, sister promised Qing'er."

What else can she say!

Even when sitting, the man was taller than Song Yunli. She stood on tiptoe to wipe the tears from his face and coaxed him, "You've eaten a lot today. Can I bring it to you tomorrow?"

The man bit his lip and looked at Song Yunli. Finally, he nodded heavily as if he had made some important decision.

"Can you wait for me here tomorrow at noon?" Song Yunli said as she gestured as best she could, afraid that he wouldn't understand.

"Qing'er knows!" Then he snatched the handkerchief from Song Yunli's hand and ran away. If something fell with him, his sister would definitely come again tomorrow.

She had just given him a handkerchief but he didn't want to use it, and now it was snatched away again. It was really a shame for a child. It was a June day, and she couldn't understand it. Now there were no cakes left, and it was time for her to go back.

Turning around, a pair of dark blue brocade boots appeared in front of him. Looking up from the boots, Song Yunli's round black eyes flashed with a smile. Without saying a word, she stepped forward and hugged the man's thigh, "Uncle, did you bring Tuantuan to see me?"