The entanglement between the cannon fodder and the scheming male protagonist[Transmigration Book]

Guo Kuai glanced at Jing Yuwei who had returned to normal, "It can't be His Highness, can it?"

Things that haven't been said are guessed. Jing Yuwei sometimes likes his cleverness, and sometimes doesn't like him very much: "Leave you in the East Palace, can you keep it?"

"Does Your Highness use me as bait or let me be a good wife?" Yu Yunge asked with a smile.

Jing Yuwei couldn't stand it anymore, the piece of apple was about to be smashed, he reached out and grabbed his slender wrist: "Do you want to hear what Gu has to say?"

"Whatever I want to hear, will His Highness say anything?" Yu Yunge inserted the apple and turned it in the opposite direction.

Now Jing Yuwei saw what he was fiddling with for a long time, a little heart, he frowned: "You talk first."

Yu Yunge leaned over and handed the small apple to Jing Yuwei's mouth, his eyes seemed to be affectionate: "You eat first."

The two of them stalemate silently for a while, Jing Yuwei saw his eyes flicker, and opened his mouth to bite off the apple piece before he withdrew his hand.

Very sweet, sweeter than he imagined.

"Your Highness has accepted my heart, so you have to call me baby."

Jing Yuwei suddenly coughed earth-shatteringly, his cheeks flushed, and he stared at his leisurely face for a moment: "Don't think about it."

Yu Yunge sighed: "It's really ruthless, I thought I could afford the word "baby" because of my intimacy with His Highness."

Jing Yuwei didn't respond, preventing him from climbing the pole.

"Since His Highness is leaving, can you go to Zhuyuan to pick up something for me?" Yu Yunge asked.

Jing Yuwei was surprised, so he agreed.

"Your Highness, please don't peek, it's my precious secret." Yu Yunge smiled brightly.

In the afternoon of that day, Yu Yunge received a brand new album and a scrawled note.

The author has something to say:

Jing Yuwei: Humans are easy to rebel, the more you don't let me watch, the more I insist on watching.