Karina shook her head, "Your Highness is all right and has a good time with the Pope crown. When I went to see your highness yesterday, I saw the Pope crown and his highness come out of the room together..."

    Federer froze, and the original smile on his face disappeared in an instant.

    He sat there sipping his lips and listening to Karina without saying a word.

    Karina smiled and said, "speaking of this, your highness asked me to come here today to ask count Federer about you. Your highness wants to know what men like count Federer like on weekdays?"

    Hearing the speech, Federer frowned slightly. He asked Karina in some confusion, "why does your highness ask me this?" is it difficult for her to give herself a gift?

    Federico raised his eyebrows. Did Sheryl suddenly change his temper? I''ve never given him a present before!

    Just when Federer was secretly happy, Karina smiled and said, "this... In fact, your highness wants to give a gift to the Pope. But because your Highness has never given a gift to a man, you don''t know what men like on weekdays."

    Looking at Federer''s frozen face, Karina calmly restrained her pride in her eyes and continued: "Your Highness asked the housekeeper Werner, but the housekeeper Werner''s thought is too backward. All the things he likes are relatively old, so your highness asked me to ask Lord Federer."

    Federer trembled his eyelashes, his eyes were dark and sad, and there was some weak sarcasm.

    He shook his head gently. "Tell your highness Sheryl, I don''t know. After all, the Pope''s crown is the Pope''s crown, I am my favorite thing..." he said, "the things you like will not be the same, and you can''t choose gifts for the Pope''s crown according to my preferences."

    Karina took Federer''s sad look into her eyes and sneered at the corners of her mouth.

    Then Karina pretended to be stunned, and then nodded slowly, "OK, I know. I''ll tell your highness when I get back."

    Federer seemed to be drained of his strength. He leaned weakly back in his chair and sighed, "well."

    He closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed a moment of silence, but his heart was like a knife cut colic.

    "Actually... Count Federer, do you... Like your highness?" came Karina''s voice.

    Federer suddenly opened his eyes. He thought Karina had left, but he didn''t expect to be here.

    He turned to look at Karina and remembered what Karina had just said. Federer''s eyes flashed slightly and a trace of panic flashed, "what are you talking about?"

    Karina looked at him calmly and said, "in fact, you like your highness, don''t you?"

    "Don''t talk nonsense!" Federer murmured.

    Karina continued calmly, "count fedry, am I really talking nonsense? Ask yourself, do you really dislike your highness?"

    Federer was said by Karina for a moment. He didn''t know how to refute. He opened his mouth but didn''t say anything.

    Karenas around him did not give him a chance to breathe. She approached him bit by bit and asked aggressively: "do you feel no waves and heartache when you see your highness so close to the crown of the Pope?"

    Federer''s body trembled, and the tips of his fingers trembled.

    "How could a wise man like your highness not know you like her? But she still asked me to ask you what you like and wanted to choose a gift for the Pope according to your preference."