So she was waiting for him here.
Qin Yuan suddenly understood.
Marquis Gu was becoming more and more cunning.
Qin Yuan changed the subject, "Marquis, you also think these pearl strands are beautiful, why didn't you say so in front of Mother?"
"Because Mother now only likes you, not me," Gu Jinghui leaned closer to her delicate neck, his eyes a little hazy as he spoke, his warm breath brushing against her neck.
"You're becoming more and more favored by Mother; she treats you like a daughter and me like an outsider."
Qin Yuan felt a bit flustered, her small hand forcefully pushed Gu Jinghui's face away, and she said with a tremor in her voice, "We're just talking, why are you doing this? It tickles."
Gu Jinghui snorted, released her, and said with a hint of restraint, "Just wait."
Wait for what?
Naturally, it was to wait until the mansion opened.
