Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

"Shallow..."

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

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

Mu Yan looked at Feng Qian, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his pretty blushing lips parted slightly, and he asked her in a very soft voice, "Do you really want this?"

His Highness looked like he was being bullied, Feng Qian suddenly couldn't bear it, and felt that he was extremely sinful.

It's a beast to have a bad opinion of such a holy **** as His Highness.

So, the girl slowly retracted her hand.

Very well-behaved tone: "It's okay not to."

Mu Yan paused slightly, then raised his hand and touched 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 bed with long legs and sat down.

Feng Qian looked at His Highness's actions with a bewildered expression.

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

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

Feng Qian's head was blank for a moment.

She blinked.

His Highness has always given people a feeling of indifference, the appearance that strangers should not be approached, but there is also a well-behaved side.

It gives the illusion of an angel, holy and beautiful.

The face is also very good-looking, and it can make people move at a glance.

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

The appearance of His Highness is probably no one can resist, and it is easy for people to fall.

But most importantly, it was because he was Mu Yan.

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

After drawing the curtains, she raised her feet and walked to the bed.

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

She approached slowly, bending down slightly.

In the sight of the other party's prosperous beauty.

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

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

…

She and His Royal Highness have experienced 24 planes, just like they have experienced 24 generations.

The souls of each other are already very familiar.

Even if there are only a handful of encounters with the main body, the restraint between them will be easily broken.

Those 24 planes can be said to be soul love.

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

They know each other very well.

Before the memory of the fusion of soul fragments, Mu Yan knew very little and stayed in the original memory.

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

Learned a lot and understood a lot.

Sure, and your own heart.

Again, it's still a long time.

…

After midnight, it is dawn.

Mu Yan woke up before Feng Qian.

Some memories always make people unconsciously lift the corners of their lips, and the process of aftertaste is particularly beautiful.

His lips were slightly pursed, and the water in his eyes was gleaming.

The knuckled fingers slowly stretched out, and the eyebrows became softer. The corners of Mu Yan's lips curled up, and stroked the girl's brows with his fingertips.

The subtle light poured in through the gap between the curtains, mottled, through his fingertips, casting a shadow.

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