After exchanging marriage with my elder sister, I won with a bad hand.

With Zhao Xun's comfort, Shen Yihuan's mood gradually improved.

"Look at you, you've cried like a big cat." Zhao Xun took a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes while joking in a good mood.

"Oh, really? Is it ugly?" Shen Yihuan showed a frightened expression and covered his face.

Seeing this, Zhao Xun quickly reached out and pulled it away, smiling, "No, my Huan'er is always pretty."

Shen Yihuan blushed appropriately and lowered her head slightly: "Your Highness, you are so mean."

Her coquettish little girl attitude immediately made Zhao Xun feel itchy again.

He leaned close to her ear and blew gently.

"What's wrong?"

Shen Yihuan just felt her whole body tremble, Zhao Xun saw it, his eyes were full of amusement, he thought to himself, she is still so sensitive, so cute.

It’s really magical. Sometimes it is as pure as a little white flower, and sometimes it is as delicate as a thorny rose.

Two completely different personalities appear in one person, and the contrast is so strong.

Oh, damn, he really liked this kind of Huan'er.

While Zhao Xun was daydreaming, Shen Yihuan was also secretly observing him. Seeing that he looked pleased with her, the corners of her mouth curled up.

"Bad mouth."

Zhao Xun touched his mouth and looked at her with a half-smile: "But you seem to like it very much. You were still lingering in it just now, weren't you?" As he said that, he stretched out a finger and rubbed it repeatedly on her lips, his eyes revealing a hint of...

Shen Yihuan was startled and his eyes widened suddenly, like a frightened deer.

"Your Highness~" While calling out, she embarrassedly threw herself into Zhao Xun's arms and punched him with her little fist.

Zhao Xun couldn't help laughing, and he hugged Shen Yihuan and laughed heartily.

Shen Yihuan felt a little embarrassed, so she changed the subject and said, "Your Highness, how about trying the soup I brought for you?"

"Soup, what soup?"

Shen Yihuan was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought of something. Her face turned red, and her heart was beating fast. But she quickly calmed down and said, "Ginseng and deer antler soup."

Zhao Xun did not doubt him and said with great interest, "Really? Then I'd like to taste the ginseng and deer antler soup you made."

Shen Yihuan nodded randomly, then hurriedly got off Zhao Xun's lap, took the pot, scooped two large spoonfuls of it into the bowl, and then brought it to Zhao Xun with a smile on his face.

Zhao Xun reached out to take it, first smelled it, and then took a bite.

"Okay, is it delicious?" Shen Yihuan had been staring at him. When he saw him take a sip and look thoughtful, he became worried that the soup might not taste good.

After all, she had no idea that she couldn't accomplish it herself.

Zhao Xun took another sip, then looked up at Shen Yihuan and asked, "Are you sure this is just ginseng and deer antler soup?"

When Shen Yihuan was asked this question, he thought of something and felt guilty instantly.

However, she still refused to tell anyone.

"Yes, yes."

"Bring the pot over here and let me see it."

"What's so good about this? If Your Highness doesn't like it, then don't drink it." As he said this, Shen Yihuan anxiously tried to snatch the bowl from Zhao Xun's hand.

As a result, she successfully snatched the bowl, but the pot next to her unfortunately fell into Zhao Xun's hands.

"Ah, don't look at it." Shen Yihuan screamed and stepped forward to grab it.

However, the other person put his arm around her and held her tightly in his arms.

With the other hand, he picked up the spoon, scooped something from the pot, and then scooped out something.

"What is this?" Zhao Xun put the thing in front of Shen Yihuan with a wicked smile.

Shen Yihuan was sweating profusely on her forehead. She gave up struggling, but still said with gritted teeth: "This looks like deer antlers."

"Huan'er, do you think I have never seen this thing?"

Shen Yihuan was so embarrassed that she wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into. She buried herself in his arms and said sullenly, "Your Highness, since you already know everything, why are you still asking me?"

Zhao Xun pulled the person out again and looked at her with a smile: "I want you to say it yourself."

"Brother Xun."

"Hmm? What? Do you think I'm not capable enough?" He raised his eyebrows.

The look in his eyes seemed to say that if she dared to say that he was not good, he wouldn't mind proving it on the spot.

Shen Yihuan suddenly felt a little regretful. He should not have brought the tonic soup over. Now he couldn't explain it.

"Why aren't you talking?" Zhao Xun approached Shen Yihuan dangerously and even put his hand into her clothes.

"No, no." Shen Yihuan shook her hands repeatedly and explained hurriedly, "It was all Aunt Zhang who made the decision. I didn't know what was stewed inside at the time. I only found out when it was about to be delivered."

As he spoke, he pulled out the dirty hand and tried to stand up.

But Zhao Xun obviously didn't want to let her go. He held her tightly in his arms and said, "Don't move."

That voice already had a hint of oppression. Shen Yihuan just behaved well and really didn't move.

Zhao Xun leaned close to Shen Yihuan's ear and gently bit her earlobe: "Haven't you ever thought about taking good care of me, huh?"

Shen Yihuan shuddered all over, her body shaking uncontrollably, her small hands tightly clutching his clothes.

He saw that she was like a frightened little rabbit in his arms, her eyelashes like feather fans trembled, and the sound was like a mosquito.

"Brother Xun is already so amazing. If, if he makes up for it again, wouldn't it be, wouldn't it be..."

"Isn't it something?" Zhao Xun held the person in his arms tighter, bringing the two closer together. Each could almost hear the other's heartbeat.

"Tell me what you are going to say next. I want to hear it."

"Your Highness." Don't be so ridiculous.

Zhao Xun put his ear close to hers and asked in a gentle and persuasive way: "What?"

"Your Highness, you are bullying me."

"Oh, tell me, how did I bully you?"

Shen Yihuan raised his head and stared into Zhao Xun's eyes: "Do you really want to say it?"

Zhao Xun nodded.

"Well, Your Highness, please come closer and listen."

Zhao Xun just smiled and put his ear closer.

Shen Yihuan blushed, said a few words in Zhao Xun's ear, and then quickly dodged away.

However, her movements were still not as fast as Zhao Xun's. He caught her and pressed her into his arms and gave her a wolf kiss.

Sometimes, although Zhao Xun's actions were a little rough, he gave Shen Yihuan the feeling that he was very manly.

He is a gentle prince on the surface, but behind the scenes... the contrast is really...

When Zhao Xun let go of Shen Yihuan, he saw that the little girl was red from holding her breath. He reached out and touched her nose, saying, "Bring the tonic to me."

Shen Yihuan, who was originally confused, was shocked when he heard this and asked, "Brother Xun, do you want to drink?"

"Of course, this is Huan'er's love for me. Even if I don't want to drink it, I have to drink it."

"Actually, Brother Xun, you don't have to force it."

"Don't force me. I would like to give it a try..."

Shen Yihuan looked at him and stopped talking, his eyes full of confusion. What did he want to try?

Seeing her silly and cute look, Zhao Xun suddenly thought that the scene at the moment was just like a little white rabbit meeting a big bad wolf.

The big bad wolf pulled the little white rabbit in front of him, bit her ear and said, "You stay tonight."