The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 687

Chapter 687: 324 Progress (two updates)_3

Xiao Jingkong was finally thoroughly satisfied, covered his little face, and dashed back to the room to find a gauze scarf.

Gu Jiao walked through the front yard into the main hall, intending to return to the west room, when she raised her eyes to see that the door of the Study Room was wide open. Inside, a lamp was lit, and Xiao Liulang was immersed in intense reading beneath it.

The door to the Study Room was not usually left so open, especially not when Xiao Liulang was reading.

From the door frame to the threshold, every inch seemed to silently emit an aura of "come in, come in."

So, Gu Jiao did indeed step into the room.

The Study Room was as tidy and clean as ever. Facing the door was Xiao Liulang’s desk, which now, often used by Xiao Jingkong as well, had half its space occupied by Xiao Jingkong’s books and writing materials.

On the other half of the desk, distinctly belonging to Xiao Liulang’s side, there sat an exquisitely crafted wooden brocade box.

Xiao Liulang’s chair was positioned facing the door. He did not look up, seeming to have sunk into a sea of Arithmetic problems.

Ever since he had gotten that advanced mathematics book from Yan Country, he would make time to study and research it every night, and Gu Jiao was not surprised.

But it was still odd.

The atmosphere was a bit strange.

The chair opposite his was also properly set up.

As if it was waiting for someone to take a seat.

Gu Jiao sat down in the chair across from the desk. "I heard you went to the palace today?"

Xiao Liulang replied very seriously, "Hmm, went to see Great-Aunt."

The box was also placed just right, within reach for Gu Jiao. She tapped the box, "Is this a gift from Great-Aunt?"

"Mm." Xiao Liulang nodded solemnly.

You can take a look.

His eyes silently suggested.

This time it was not about showing off, but about sharing—sharing his gains and joys.

On the way back, he had thought to do just this. He wasn’t sure what kind of emotion it was, but he just... wanted to tell her.

"I’ll have a look," she said.

Xiao Liulang nodded seriously.

Gu Jiao opened the brocade box.

She looked at the contents of the box, but Xiao Liulang was watching her.

It reminded him of his childhood when his work had received praise from his teacher, and he would rush to Princess Residence to eagerly share it with Princess Xinyang.

When Princess Xinyang read his work and his teacher’s comments, he would be both excited and nervous.

Just like now.

Why was that?

Did it matter?

"It’s more than I imagined," Gu Jiao thought that Great-Aunt was just making up for the gifts she hadn’t given in the past, but unexpectedly, there were quite a few more. No wonder Xiaoshun was so jealous.

But there were other reasons behind this, weren’t there?

Great-Aunt and he had had some misunderstandings, hadn’t they?

It seemed now that the misunderstandings had been cleared up.

Gu Jiao’s lips curled into a smile as she looked at him, "Great-Aunt seems to really cherish you."

Xiao Liulang suppressed the upward curve of his lips and said indifferently, "They are for you."

"Which one is for me?" Gu Jiao asked, looking at a box full of valuables.

"All of them," Xiao Liulang said.

Gu Jiao’s eyes widened, "So many?"

Xiao Liulang saw the surprise in the depths of her eyes, and his lips curled again as he took out a purse from his chest and handed it to her, "And this is this month’s household expenses."

Wow, she had struck it rich!

Gu Jiao blinked, looking from the purse to the items in the box, finding it hard to believe for a moment.

Xiao Liulang gazed deeply at her, that clueless expression with her mouth agape hooked his attention, drawing him involuntarily closer to her.

His heart thumped wildly as he watched her cheeks slowly enlarge before his eyes.

The world seemed to come to a standstill, save for the drumming of his own heart. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

She had to tiptoe now to reach.

Xiao Liulang watched as her face suddenly moved closer to him. His eyes shifted, and his heart almost leaped out of his chest. He covered his chest, struggling to keep calm, "You..."

Gu Jiao maintained her tiptoed stance, looking up at him cutely: "Isn’t this what you wanted just now?"

Wanted... What?

Xiao Liulang felt his blood rush to his head.

He wasn’t a fool; how could he not understand what she meant?

She had noticed... How did she find out? And she acted so nonchalant, without letting Xiaoshun sense anything was amiss.

Gu Jiao tilted her head, "If you don’t want to, then I’ll go."

Saying this, she lowered her tiptoed feet and turned back towards her own east room.

But before she could take a step, Xiao Liulang grabbed her wrist.

His palm was burning hot, with an undeniable force, pulling her in front of him. One hand secured her wrist, the other arm wrapped around her slim and soft waist.

His breathing became disordered.

He lifted his hand to cover her eyes and gently lowered his head.

The moonlight was shy, intoxicating the room with tenderness.

When dawn broke, Little Jingkong woke up as usual. The first thing he did was to remove the scarf that was wrapped around his face and head, then he gazed at his actually bare little face in the copper mirror: "My kiss has sprouted!"

He dashed outside, went to the backyard, scooped up half a ladle of water on the stone bench, and gently sprinkled a few drops on his own little face with his fingertips.

"Are you washing your face, Jingkong?" the housekeeper asked with a smile.

Little Jingkong corrected her: "I’m not washing my face; I’m watering my kiss!"

The housekeeper burst into laughter.

Xiao Liulang came out of the kitchen, holding a basin of water. He placed the basin on the stone table, scooped up water, and splashed it all over his face, not sparing his mouth.

Little Jingkong hummed: "Are you also washing your face?"

Xiao Liulang raised his eyebrow and said, "No, I’m watering."

Little Jingkong: "...!!"