The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 894 - 774, Picture Album

"Did you forget to prepare a birthday gift for me?" Daohua said, tugging on Xiao Yeyang’s arm and eyeing him up and down. Seeing that he was empty-handed, she pouted slightly in disappointment.

Xiao Yeyang chuckled and tapped Daohua’s forehead, "Even if I forget myself, I could never forget about you!" He added, his voice low, "I’ve already put your gift in your boudoir. You’ll see it when you go back."

Daohua: "Why didn’t you just give it to me directly?"

Xiao Yeyang smiled meaningfully, "I was afraid you’d be embarrassed if I gave it to you in front of everyone."

Daohua looked at him suspiciously, "What on earth did you give me?"

Xiao Yeyang leaned in close to Daohua’s ear, "Remember to look at it quietly by yourself when you go back."

Hearing him say that, Daohua’s curiosity was piqued. Just as she was about to ask more questions, the elder Mrs. Yan and the others came out.

"The food is ready; we can go to the dining hall now."

Madam Li said to Daohua before continuing her conversation with Yan Siyu and others, leading everyone out of the courtyard.

The Fang sisters followed the Han sisters, occasionally glancing back. Watching Xiao Yeyang and Daohua walking side by side, chatting and laughing, they couldn’t help but whisper, "The Little Prince and the Countess are really close."

Han’s third daughter looked back and murmured an indifferent ’hm.’

This Yan Yiyi had given her the cold shoulder several times already, but as the legitimate daughter of a third-rank official’s family, she was even more arrogant than her, a daughter of an earl’s family.

Thinking it over, the third daughter of the Han family said to the Fang sisters, "Fifth sister, sixth sister, it’s best to keep your distance from the big sister of the Yan Family. Her words can be sharper than a knife."

The Fang sisters exchanged a glance, smiled, and said nothing.

They might not know much about the Countess of Shengping, but they knew all too well about their sister-in-law’s sister.

They knew to take their words with a grain of salt; believe them a little, but not too much.

Soon, they reached the dining hall, and everyone took their seats in turn.

Daohua’s mind was on the gift from Xiao Yeyang. After eating and sitting for a while, she handed over the reception of the girls from various families to Yan Yihuan and the other two, then quickly returned to her courtyard.

"Miss!"

When Daohua returned to her room, Wang Manman, accompanied by Guyu, was organizing the gifts she had received that day: "Miss, although there weren’t many guests today, you received quite a number of gifts."

Daohua: "Have they all been sorted out? Did you record them in a register?"

Wang Manman: "We’re still counting them."

Daohua: "Show me the gift that Xiao Yeyang sent."

Wang Manman: "The gift from your husband-to-be?" She quickly scanned the list she was holding and then the pile of gift boxes on the table, shaking her head, "Miss, he hasn’t sent the gift over yet. Maybe he wants to deliver it to you in person."

Daohua was taken aback, not able to openly say that Xiao Yeyang had delivered the gift directly to her boudoir. Hesitating, she flipped through the mountain of gift boxes on the table. After thinking for a moment, she entered her bedroom, looked around, and finally saw a foot-long book on the bed.

"Is this guy giving me a book?"

Daohua picked up the book and opened it, and then a portrait of her and Xiao Yeyang looking at each other appeared before her eyes.

Under the blazing peach blossoms, the young man looked affectionately, and the girl’s smile bloomed like flowers—it was a true portrayal of a love-struck couple.

Looking at the portrait, the corners of Daohua’s mouth involuntarily curled up.

"This guy!"

This gift was truly beyond her expectations.

Looking at the album with pictures of her being still, running, smiling coyly, or frowning, the smile in Daohua’s eyes grew warmer. She sat down on the nearby beauty couch, and slowly, attentively began to inspect each painting.

As she turned halfway through the album, she finally understood why Xiao Yeyang said she might be embarrassed—there were quite a few joint portraits of her and him.

"This narcissist even painted himself to look this handsome."

"What narcissist?"

Xiao Yeyang suddenly appeared at the window.

Daohua was startled, sitting up straight: "How did you come to my courtyard?"

Xiao Yeyang leaned on the window sill with his hand, and with a little effort, he easily jumped in: "I have something to do later, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to join you for dinner tonight. Before leaving, I need to come over and talk to you."

Saying so, he walked up to Daohua, sat beside her on the beauty couch, casually took the round fan next to her, and started fanning her while asking,

"How do you like this gift?"

Daohua glanced at the outer room and saw Wang Manman leading the maids to the storeroom. Then she turned to Xiao Yeyang, closed the painting album, and leaned on the beauty couch: "Hmm... it’s not bad." Her tone seemed reluctant, but her lips were curving up into a high smile.

Seeing the laughter in her eyes and brows, Xiao Yeyang knew she was pleased with the gift and was very happy himself: "I spent a long time on this painting album."

Daohua could tell. Several of the portraits were of her when she was thirteen or so. She never thought she’d have an album documenting her growth in ancient times.

Thinking of how much thought Xiao Yeyang had put into the gift, Daohua hesitated a moment before putting the album aside, reached out to hook her arm around Xiao Yeyang’s neck, and with a surprised look in his eyes, she quickly kissed his lips.

Xiao Yeyang’s romantic and sweet gesture deserved encouragement!

"Do you really like this gift that much?"

Xiao Yeyang was not one to miss an opportunity. The moment Daohua hooked her arm around his neck, he wrapped his hands around her slender waist, looking at her with laughter in his eyes.

Daohua, seeing the joy in Xiao Yeyang’s eyes, nodded with a smile: "You must have spent a lot of time on this album. Seeing you put so much effort into it, of course I’m happy."

Xiao Yeyang smiled at Daohua: "Since you know I’ve spent a lot of energy on it, the kiss just now was hardly enough."

"Hmm?"

Before Daohua could react, Xiao Yeyang pressed her against the beauty couch and lowered his head to kiss her red lips.

Daohua pushed Xiao Yeyang a bit but stopped when she saw the fervor in his eyes, drawing him closer by wrapping her arms around his neck.

By doing so, she was undoubtedly encouraging Xiao Yeyang, and he kissed her more fervently and deeply.

This long and sweet kiss was a meeting of two souls enamored with one another.

After god knows how long, Xiao Yeyang reluctantly parted from Daohua.

Looking at Daohua, half-sitting, half-lying, alluring and seductive, Xiao Yeyang couldn’t take his eyes off her.

"What are you looking at?"

Daohua felt uneasy under Xiao Yeyang’s fiery gaze, released his neck, and turned her face away.

Xiao Yeyang rested his head in the crook of Daohua’s neck, taking a deep breath: "I really wish time could pass quicker, so that it would be December in the blink of an eye."

Daohua slapped his head with a laugh: "In your dreams!"

Xiao Yeyang lifted his head and pecked Daohua’s red lips again: "I must go. This assignment may take a few days." Thinking that he wouldn’t be able to see Daohua for several days, he kissed her again.

The smile on Daohua’s face faded a little: "Take care."

Xiao Yeyang glanced at the floor clock in Daohua’s bedroom and saw that it was indeed getting late. He hugged her again and quickly stood up, fearing that if he dawdled any longer, he really wouldn’t want to leave.

"I am leaving Deshou here at your service. If you go to Four Seasons Manor to see the old master, you must take more people with you."

"Mhm."