A Prince carrying a Princess (1)

Yin Shaojie put his fist to his mouth and coughed. &Quot; then I was the one who came up with the idea of arranging the place here, right? Then I'll have a share. Is there anything wrong with that?"

Han qiqing thought about it and felt that it made sense.

Furthermore, Yin Shaojie had even arranged for their accommodation, which was considered a contribution.

Thus, she waved her hand generously and said, " forget it. Today is Xiaoxiao's birthday anyway. As long as Xiaoxiao is happy, it's fine. &Quot;

With that said, he hugged mu Xiaoxiao and started to spin in circles.

"Hey, hey, it hurts. Slow down." Mu Xiaoxiao was hugged by her waist, which happened to be the sore spot from last night's torment, so she protested softly.

"What's the matter?" Han qiqing asked, concerned.

Mu Xiaoxiao stole a glance at Yin Shaojie, her face blushing slightly.

She couldn't tell them that she had already done it with Yin Shaojie yesterday, could she?