As soon as An Jing was carried out of Wanbu Pavilion by Xiao Changyi, she took out a purse and dangled it in front of him, "Xiao Changyi, would it be nice if I gave you a purse?"
"It would not."
An Jing was taken aback by his unexpected refusal and could only laugh, "Why not?"
Xiao Changyi remained silent.
An Jing took back the purse and seeing that Xiao Changyi wasn't speaking, teased, "What if it was a purse I embroidered for you, then would it be nice?"
"It would."
An Jing immediately felt sweetness in her heart. After a pause, she playfully said, "But the purse I embroider might not look good..."
Xiao Changyi said, "I wouldn't disdain it."
"Pfft—" An Jing couldn't help but laugh. "Given how much you seem to want a purse that I've embroidered, I will find an opportunity to learn and embroider one for you when we return."
"Hmm."