Gifted Bride of the Sinned Prince

677  Do you like me, Miaoran?

Miaoran came out of the residence when she was informed about Feng Lao's visit. He had his back toward her, so she called his name out with a bright smile on her lips.

Feng Lao turned upon hearing his name and was a bit mesmerized to see her. As Xu Zifan and Jingfei mentioned, Miaoran had turned healthier and prettier. He saw her descending the stairs, so he walked up to her.

"You said you would be out for a week only. However, you took almost two weeks to return," Miaoran complained. She found him staring at her face and asked him if she had something on her face as she touched her right cheek.

"You look pretty," Feng Lao said and pinched her left cheek.

"Thank you," Miaoran replied and asked him whether they should go in.

"Sure," Feng Lao said and went inside with her.

"Father and Mother have gone to a wedding, so they will return after two days," Miaoran informed Feng Lao.

"What about the others?" Feng Lao asked.

"My brothers and sisters-in-law have also accompanied them. It was one of the close relative's daughter's wedding," Miaoran asserted. She did not take him to the guest room. Instead, she took him to her room as she wanted to show him a lot of things.

"I see. Why did you not go?" Feng Lao asked her.

"Because people would have asked me several questions related to Chen Xiao. So, I decided to stay at home," Miaoran said and opened her room door for Feng Lao. She asked him to get inside and went ahead.

"Take a seat," Miaoran told him.

"You first," Feng Lao said.

"This won't do, Feng Lao. You have been here for the first time. Take a seat. I will bring tea for us. You will drink tea, right?" Miaoran asked him. She pushed him to the floor chair, which took him by surprise. S

"I would love to," Feng Lao replied.

"Wait for me. I will soon be back," Miaoran said and walked out of the room.

Miaoran went toward the kitchen and met the young female servant who had brought tea for them. "How do I look, Xixi?" Miaoran asked her.

"Beautiful, Miss," Xixi replied and looked at Miaoran's lips. "Miss, why did you not apply the lip color?" she asked.

"Lower your voice. What if he hears you?" Miaoran muttered.

Xixi bit her tongue and apologized to Miaoran.

"I think my lips look better this way," Miaoran said.

"Miss, but your lips will enhance your beauty. You have so many sleepless nights before you figured out your feelings. Men get attracted to women because of their eyes, smile, and lips," Xixi said and asked Miaoran to hold the tray.

Miaoran took the tray from her when Xixi asked her to wait for a minute. Miaoran tapped her shoe against the floor and wondered where Xixi had gone to.

Xixi gasped for air as she returned. She had the lip color box in her hand and she told Miaoran she would apply the color on her lips.

"Do you think it is necessary?" Miaoran asked her.

"Of course, Miss," Xixi said, and using her fourth finger she applied the color. "Please press your lips together, Miss," she asserted.

"Is it good?" Miaoran asked her.

"Yes, Miss. It is good now," Xixi said and gave a thumbs up to her. "Try telling Lord Shui about your feelings today," she opined.

"I will try," Miaoran said and went inside.

Miaoran took a deep breath and entered through the hemispherical entrance of her room. "I made you wait, right?" Miaoran asked Feng Lao, who was quietly seated on the floor chair.

"You came early," Feng Lao said.

She bent on her knees and put the tray on the table.

"The servant had readied the tea. When I was informed that you have come, I told the servant to prepare the tea," Miaoran asserted and poured tea for them in two teacups.

Feng Lao thanked her and picked up the teacup.

Miaoran sat across from him and tapped her fingers on the rim of the teacup.

"Why aren't you drinking tea?" Feng Lao asked.

"I-I am."

Miaoran was wondering if he didn't look at her lips. In a flurry, she forgot that the tea was hot and drank it.

"Ahh!" Her lips and tongue burned and she put the teacup on the table.

Feng Lao also placed the teacup on the table and quickly came to her side. "You should have been careful," he said and his thumb traced her lips. She lifted her eyes to look at him. However, Feng Lao's gaze was on her lips.

"Where is the water?" He asked and quickly stood up. He found the water jar and a glass on the other table. He poured a glass of water and brought it to Miaoran.

"Drink it," Feng Lao said and pushed the silver glass to her mouth. He caressed her arm and watched her drink the water.

Miaoran lowered the glass and told him she was better.

"Your lower lip has turned redder," Feng Lao said as he placed the glass on the floor table.

Miaoran touched her bottom lip and saw him going back to his seat.

"Where were you for so many days?" Miaoran asked her.

"I told you I had some work," Feng Lao stated.

"For two weeks?" Miaoran arched a brow at him.

"Yes," Feng Lao replied.

Miaoran left her place and after a minute, she came up with a robe in her hands.

"I have made a woolen robe for you," she said and gave it to Feng Lao.

"A present?" He asked as he stroked his hand over the robe.

"Yes. You did so much for me, so I wanted to make it for you. I go for tailoring daily. It is fun there," Miaoran said with a smile.

"I am glad you are enjoying the work you like," Feng Lao said and stood up to wear the robe. He put it on and asked her how he looked.

"Your collar has folded," Miaoran said. She rose to her feet and adjusted the collar tightly. "Brother Xu Zifan told me you like dark colors," she said and hooked thd button on its front. The dark green colored woolen robe suited well on Feng Lao. It had a white fur around its neck.

"Thank you. It is warmer," Feng Lao said.

"Winter is coming, so I thought it will be the best present," Miaoran stated.

"It is. I never received such a present," Feng Lao said and smiled at her.

"Does it mean I made something special for you?" Miaoran asked.

"Hmm. Thank you," Feng Lao unhooked the two buttons and folded the woolen robe.

"Did you eat well?" Miaoran asked.

"I did," Feng Lao replied.

"Feng Lao," Miaoran pronounced his name and he gazed at her with inquisitiveness.

"Nothing," Miaoran gulped as she was unable to say aloud her feelings.

She turned around when Feng Lao spoke, "Do you like me, Miaoran?"

She had not expected such a question from him. Did he find out already? Before she could answer him, Feng Lao said, "You are a great friend, Miaoran. I do not know whether we should like each other more than that or not."