Chapter 901: Ding, your vinegar jar is online! (28)
"Regret?" Feng Qian blinked her eyes suspiciously, then shook her head, "I won't regret it."
His Royal Highness Mu Yan pursed his thin lips.
He may not be so confident and think that the girl must like him.
The memory of the three planes gave him a new understanding and understanding of love.
Also more afraid of losing, more lack of self-confidence.
What if she regrets it?
What if you don't like him?
If it's just a whim after being drunk...
Feng Qian looked at His Highness suspiciously, His Highness seemed to be in a daze.
She blinked her eyes, lowered her head again, and continued the movements in her hands.
He slowly took off the dress.
When Mu Yan regained his senses, the little girl was stepping into the bathtub with her feet raised.
When he turned back, he saw a picture that made his heart blush.
Helplessly avoiding his gaze, the blush on his face gradually deepened.
It wasn't until he heard the sound of rushing water and made sure that the little girl was lying in the bathtub and her body was submerged in the water, he turned his head a little stiffly.
The clear warm water did not play a role in blocking.
He was stunned for a while, again at a loss.
Feng Qian's head rested on the cushion at one end of the bathtub, and the whole person was submerged in the water.
The warm water vapor made the little girl's face turn red.
After soaking for a while, she realized that she seemed to have forgotten something, and turned her head to look at His Highness, who looked a little stiff and helpless.
The little girl's voice was soft and waxy: "His Royal Highness, together?"
Mu Yan froze and did not move.
The girl in the bathtub stretched out her arms, and a sound of water clattered gently on the edge of the bathtub, and water droplets dripped down the girl's snow-white arms.
Mu Yan lowered his eyes, avoiding Feng Qian.
The redness on his face could not be suppressed.
Feng Qian blinked and said in a small voice, "Your Highness doesn't want to be with me..."
Probably because the water temperature was too comfortable, the girl's voice became smaller and smaller, and the arm resting on the edge of the bathtub drooped weakly.
It didn't take long for Feng Qian to fall asleep directly.
After a long while, Mu Yan didn't hear a sound, then raised his eyes to look at the person in the bathtub.
The little girl fell asleep heartlessly, her head turned to one side, and there was a faint tendency to slide down.
After being stunned for a while, he stepped forward and squatted in front of the bathtub. His fingertips submerged in the water, reached over, put it on the back of the girl's head, and held it gently against the back of her neck.
"Shallow..."
Mu Yan tried to call out a few words, but the girl slept too deeply and did not wake up.
He lowered his eyes in a daze, and when he held the girl's head, he also had a sense of tension that could not be ignored.
Staying in the water all the time is not the way to go.
After a pause, he began to move.
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Mu Yan came out of the bathroom with Feng Qian in his arms.
The girl still didn't wake up, and put on a pure white nightdress.
The temperature on Mu Yan's face was astonishingly hot.
In the end, although they didn't wash together, he helped each other wash the whole process.
After carrying the girl to the bed, he turned back to the bathroom and took a shower.
When she came out again, the little **** the bed was wrapped in a quilt and slept soundly.
He paused, stood there and watched the girl for a long time, then slowly approached.
He lifted the quilt and lay beside the girl.
He turned to his side and took the girl next to him into his arms.
The person who said she was going to bully was her, but she fell asleep.
He smiled helplessly.
When he came back to the small plane, he was not in preparation, and the divine power could support him for a while.
He was a little greedy for the warmth of the moment.
Holding the girl in her arms seems to make people forget everything, and there is only a sweetness that belongs to her alone.
He turned off the light.
In the dark night, a touch of light golden light gradually dissipated with the wind, silently.