My Crown Prince Consort Is a Firecracker

CHAPTER 1861-1880

Chapter 1861: Do I Get a Reward?

The man in front of her was wearing a dashing, ink-colored robe that drifted in the breeze, and his raven hair had been tied up casually. His phoenix eyes shone as he curved his lips into a smile and looked straight at her.

It was as if time and space had been frozen in that moment.

Or it was like, all her yearning had gotten inundated by his tender phoenix eyes.

She discovered that she had almost stopped breathing from his soulful stare.

Qiao Mu blinked and suddenly reached out to pinch Crown Prince Mo’s charming face. She mumbled to herself with a harrumph, “Divine conscious! Go away, go away.”

Crown Prince Mo was both amused and exasperated, and he just looked smilingly at the little fellow before him with his upturned phoenix eyes.

He didn’t disappear?

Qiao Mu was startled, and she reached out with both her hands to play with his face. The more she groped, the more content she felt. Her originally rigid and solemn expression also relaxed, and she broke out into a gorgeous smile.

“Mo Lian!” It turned out it wasn’t an illusion, nor a daydream, nor that her eyes were playing tricks on her.

But that—

The crown prince really had returned to her side!

Qiao Mu instantly hugged him with her arms as she snuggled her head in his arms, as well.

Crown Prince Mo’s heart was about to melt from her gesture. Of course, he was also ecstatic from her sudden smile. He patted her head and asked softly, “Did you miss me?”

Qiao Mu nodded emphatically. “Yes.”

Huggie, huggie. She was finally able to hug her Lian for real.

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“I have also been missing my Qiaoqiao the entire time.” Mo Lian sighed and squeezed his little one tightly.

“Qiaoqiao, look, I didn’t break our five-month promise, right?”

Qiao Mu counted off on her fingers. Indeed, there was still a little less than half a month before five months were up.

“Do I get a reward?” Crown Prince Mo winked.

Qiao Mu looked up and cupped his face. She mused, this guy’s prideful expression was saying that he wanted a kiss.

Then she’d satisfy him…

It had been so long. She also wanted to… kiss him!

The little fellow closed in, and just as a kiss was about to land on the satisfied Crown Prince Mo’s lips…

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“Cough! Cough, cough!” The sound of discordant coughing abruptly interrupted the couple’s lovey-dovey mood.

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Qiao Mu quickly turned her head and saw someone standing not too far away.

He was still dressed in red with flowing long hair and had an indolent air about him.

What was different was that this guy did not carry his parasol today. He had also tied up his fine black hair into a ponytail. Compared to his previously lazy and careless appearance, there was now a sharp air reminiscent of a blade around him.

His charming and bewitching eyes were looking at her teasingly.

“Rotten Peach Blossom?” Qiao Mu’s eyes lit up, and she wanted to run toward him.