Chapter 1188: Feng Qian v Mu Yan (4)
To do such a bad thing to His Highness's body, Feng Qian was nervous with a little weird excitement.
Looking at His Highness's face up close, it was still impeccably perfect.
The beautiful slender eyelashes are also well-defined and slightly curled.
Feng Qian boldly stretched out her index finger and lightly touched His Highness's glowing white face.
As expected, His Royal Highness has better skin than girls.
The young man lying quietly on the bed sheet is also inexplicably well-behaved. Although this makes people want to bully them even more, it also makes people feel guilty for blaspheming the gods.
Therefore, Feng Qian only poked a few times and then withdrew her hand. She rested her chin in both hands and looked at him very quietly, just like the environment at this time, showing the quiet and quiet years.
After a long time, Feng Qian sighed.
She turned over and lay beside Mu Yan.
The black and white eyes stared at the monotonous ceiling without blinking.
Without her, perhaps His Highness would not have failed in the experience.
The Lord God said it very euphemistically.
In fact, she was the one who dragged down His Highness.
If it wasn't her who was sent by the Lord God to protect His Highness's soul fragments, would His Highness fail the experience now?
The wind lowered his eyes.
In the last plane, she listened and wrote down what the person in the sin domain said, but she didn't fully believe it.
I will believe a little, but also because those words are reasonable.
But she is not a fool to use it. In that case, the other party must be trying to sow discord and make herself mess up first.
Ugh.
In any case, Her Highness failed to succeed the Lord God, and the experience failed, she was responsible.
When His Highness wakes up, he still has to take the initiative to admit his mistake.
Feng Qian tilted his head to look at the person beside him. Although it was rude to climb onto his bed without his knowledge, but in the small plane, how many times have they slept? Anyway, Feng Qian counted with his fingers. Countless.
His Highness should have merged his memories after waking up.
Even if... His Highness is scumbag and doesn't want to be responsible for her, it's impossible to kick her out of bed, right?
Uh……
Feng Qian blinked his eyes.
She was thinking what a mess.
Feng Qian didn't want to think about it anymore, she took off her shoes, lifted the quilt, and lay down directly beside Mu Yan.
Just returned to God's Domain, she was still tired and needed to sleep and rest.
However, when he climbed onto His Highness's bed and lay beside him, Feng Qian was still very restrained.
She was lying on the edge of the bed, very close, the kind that could roll off the bed when she turned around.
There was a considerable distance between him and Mu Yan, and his sleeping position was also correct and well-behaved.
The arms stretched out the quilt and placed it on the quilt surface, and the hands were naturally folded together.
Before closing his eyes, Feng Qian tilted his head to look carefully at His Majesty's beautiful face for a while, and after confirming that the other party had no signs of waking up for the time being, Feng Qian closed his eyes with confidence.
In a safe environment, with a tired body, it will be easy to fall asleep.
It didn't take long for Feng Qian to fall asleep.
The light in the room is getting weaker and weaker, and the dim environment has a somewhat ambiguous taste for no reason.
Not long after Fengqian fell asleep, the thinly dressed boy's eyelashes twitched and his blushing lips pursed lightly.
The pretty Junxiu's eyebrows also frowned, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
The temperature in Qianjin's eyes was thin and cold, he paused for a moment, and then turned his head.
At the moment when he was conscious, Mu Yan felt the breath of the wind.
However, when he turned his head and actually saw her, it was different.
He froze, his lips pursed lightly, and then he quietly turned to the side, looking at the sleeping peacefully girl attentively.
Mu Yan's eyes were extremely focused, and the memories in those small planes were like a movie, replaying in his mind bit by bit.