Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

"Shallow..."

He lowered his eyes and called out in a low voice, his voice was a little helpless.

Feng Qian's movements stopped, she raised her head to meet His Highness's pale golden eyes.

Mu Yan looked at Feng Qian, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his beautiful and bright red lips parted slightly, and asked her softly: "Is this really going to be like this?"

His Highness looked so much like being bullied, Feng Qian couldn't bear it suddenly, and felt that he had committed a heinous crime.

It's too beastly to have unreasonable thoughts about a holy god like His Highness.

So, the girl slowly withdrew her hand.

Very well-behaved tone: "It's okay if you don't."

Mu Yan paused for a moment, then raised his hand to touch the girl's head.

After a while, he withdrew his hand, lowered his eyes, and turned around slowly.

Feng Qian didn't move, just looked at His Highness quietly.

Mu Yan walked to the edge of the bed with long legs and sat down.

Feng Qian looked at His Highness's actions with a confused face.

Mu Yan's voice was very soft, and he blushed slightly: "It's not possible."

At this time, he was still a little cautious, but very obedient and well-behaved.

Feng Qian's mind went blank for a moment.

She blinked.

His Highness has always given people a cold feeling, an appearance that strangers should not get close to, but he also has a cute side. In various other aspects, he is ignorant, and he seems to be easily deceived.

Gives people the illusion of an angel, holy and beautiful.

That face is also extremely beautiful, and it can make people's heart flutter just by looking at it.

Feng Qian was not the kind of pretty person originally, but it was different when he came to His Highness.

No one can resist His Highness's appearance, and it is easy to fall for others.

But the most important thing is because he is Mu Yan.

After thinking about it, Feng Qian walked to the window and closed the curtains, and the light in the room became darker.

After drawing the curtains, she walked to the bed.

Feng Qian thought, no matter what His Highness meant just now, whether it was what she thought, anyway, she just took it that way.

She approached slowly, bending slightly.

The other party's prosperous beauty is reflected in the line of sight.

There is also her figure in His Highness's golden eyes.

When Feng Qian lowered her head, her long hair slipped from her shoulders. She held His Highness's shoulder with one hand, hesitated for a while, and finally bent down.

…

She and His Highness experienced 24 planes, as if they had experienced 24 lives.

The souls of each other are already very familiar.

Even if the number of times the main body has met is only a handful, the formality between them will be easily broken.

Those 24 planes can be said to be souls in love.

It's like Feng Qian is familiar with His Highness's breath, as long as he gets close, he can feel it.

They know each other very well.

Before the memory of the soul fragment was fused, Mu Yan knew very little, and stayed in the original memory.

But the experience of the soul fragments is also a part of the body experience, after the memory fusion, everything is so natural.

Learned a lot, and understood a lot.

To be sure, there is also my own heart.

Again, it's a long time.

…

After night, comes dawn.

Mu Yan woke up before Feng Qian.

Some memories always make people unconsciously raise the corners of their lips, and the process of reminiscing is also very beautiful.

His lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes were full of water.

The bony fingers slowly stretched out, and the brows and eyes became softer. The corners of Mu Yan's lips curled up, and he used his fingertips to outline the girl's eyebrows and eyes.

Subtle light poured in through the gaps in the curtains, dappled, passing through his fingertips, casting a shadow.

He looked at it for a while, then lay down again, and took the sleeping little girl into his arms.