Qian qingyu said, “I Am Your Highness’maid. I will never be a maid for anyone else in my life, and I will never change my mind.”
Lu Ang heard her promise and smiled slightly. He looked at a plum blossom that was blown away by the wind and fell on Qian Qingyu’s hair bun. He raised his hand and took the plum blossom down.
The two of them were very close and quiet. Their eyes met.
Lu ang lowered his head and kissed Qian Qingyu’s forehead. “I have stamped it. Remember what you said.”
Qian qingyu touched her forehead. The touch made her whole body numb. “Your Highness...”
Lu ang lowered his head and kissed her red lips again. His actions were unfamiliar, but he tasted something sweeter than the glutinous rice balls made by his mother.
Qian Qingyu was held in Lu Ang’s arms. At this moment, she forgot to keep her identity.
She liked his highness so much, why would she push him away at this time?
