He truly didn’t feel that she was listening to him.
Without waiting for Qi Linglong to respond, An Yilin continued, "If I’m no longer in your eyes, I’ll give this Ma Tai cake to soone else."
Saying that, An Yilin pretended to stretch the Ma Tai cake out of the carriage, and Qi Linglong imdiately panicked and repeatedly said, "You’re there, you’re there, I see you, please don’t give the Ma Tai cake to anyone else, that’s the one you just gave ."
Seeing Qi Linglong’s gaze fixed on the Ma Tai cake without moving, An Yilin hid the Ma Tai cake behind his back again. When he saw Qi Linglong unable to see the cake and only looking at him, he laughed and said, "Since I’m in your eyes, concern yourself with a bit now."
"Why should I care about you?" Qi Linglong asked, puzzled. "Prince, what do you need concern for?"
An Yilin paused before gritting his teeth and asked, "Did you forget that your sister struck and fractured my bone?"
Qi Linglong then rembered and quickly apologized, repeatedly saying sorry to An Yilin.
An Yilin lifted his chin slightly and haughtily huffed, "I don’t want your apology; I want your concern." After a pause, "If your concern satisfies , I’ll give you the Ma Tai cake back."
Upon hearing this, Qi Linglong imdiately asked, "Prince, does your arm hurt?"
Seeing Qi Linglong looking at his right arm, An Yilin’s mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "My left arm is the one that’s injured."
Since An Yilin was holding the Ma Tai cake behind his back with his right hand, Qi Linglong instinctively looked at his right arm. When she heard that it was the left arm that was injured, Qi Linglong reluctantly shifted her gaze to An Yilin’s left arm.
Seeing her deanor, An Yilin understood. This person truly has nothing but food in her eyes.
After waiting for a while and seeing An Yilin not responding to her question, Qi Linglong asked again, "Prince, I asked if your arm hurts?" After a pause, "This is showing concern for you."
Implying that he should hurry up and give her back the Ma Tai cake.
An Yilin understood her implication and imdiately chuckled, "I have so much sweat on my forehead from the pain; do you think it hurts?"
Seeing An Yilin hadn’t given her the Ma Tai cake and instead questioned her, Qi Linglong beca even more cautious: "Well... do you need to wipe your sweat?"
An Yilin nodded with satisfaction, "Go ahead and wipe." After a pause, "You should wipe your hands first and then wipe ." He hadn’t forgotten that she had just used her hand to eat the cake.
"But I only have one handkerchief; aren’t you fond of cleanliness? If I wipe my hands, how can I wipe your sweat?"
An Yilin leaned slightly forward, opened the secret box in the carriage, which contained many brocade handkerchiefs.
Qi Linglong: "..."
An Yilin is particularly fond of cleanliness, so every ti he goes out, he carries many handkerchiefs. Whenever he thinks sothing is unclean, he uses a handkerchief to wipe it. Once the handkerchief is used, he discards it.
Just like earlier, when he gave the handkerchief he had in his arms to Qi Linglong to wipe her mouth, he discarded it afterward.
An Yilin took a handkerchief from the secret box and tossed it to Qi Linglong, saying, "Quickly wipe, or it’ll drip into my eyes."
"If you give the Ma Tai cake, won’t you free up a hand and be able to wipe yourself?" Qi Linglong muttered softly while using her handkerchief to clean her hands.
An Yilin pretended not to hear Qi Linglong muttering.
Once Qi Linglong cleaned her hands, she used the handkerchief An Yilin had tossed to her to wipe the sweat off An Yilin’s forehead.
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