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"A woman?" He looked down at her somewhat angry face, then suddenly burst out laughing, "What I want to send is a man. He is my most cherished adviser lately. Rongrong shouldn't be so blindly jealous."

"...A man is not necessarily absolute safety either." She had not yet forgotten the scene where Li Chenjing had walked right past her as if she were invisible, holding a man and walking away without looking back.

"Alright, alright, don't be angry, this calligraphy is for you." He spoke generously, while inwardly thinking that if he gave Pig Kid something like stationery and ink, a brat who dabbled in literature would spot any perfunctory gift at a glance. This sheet clearly failed the grade; it wouldn't be hurt to go back to the palace, grind the ink carefully, and copy a finished piece to send him later.

His lapel was suddenly grabbed tight by a pair of slender, fair little paws. He looked down, meeting a pair of charming pupils as bright as a cat's yet brimming with jealous fire, "You're thinking of another woman."

"..." He was caught. He smiled, nodding without hiding it.

She bit her lip, clutched his lapel to pull him down, and met his crimson lips to dally and kiss him.

He closed his eyes, not pushing her away in the slightest, enjoying her proactive advances, and let her brand him from lip to tongue.

The scene that had just played out before his eyes suddenly leaped into his mind: Pig Kid being held in Little Jing's arms, wanting to prove something with just as much intimacy and anxiety.

His eyes suddenly opened, and he frowned as he averted his head, dodging Liu Rongrong's kiss, yet lowered his body to scoop her up horizontally.

"Rongrong, I am your first