Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Forgetting Chen was dumbfounded, forgetting to react.

It wasn't until the knock on the door came from outside that the two people in the room returned to their senses.

Feng Qian slowly retreated, tilted his head and glanced at the closed door, pulled the debris and walked to the bed.

The girl's movements showed a bit of rudeness because it was too hasty. She pushed the little monk onto the bed, and spread out the neatly folded quilt beside the bed, covering the little monk's body.

Feng Qian pulled up the bed curtain and lowered the bed curtain before turning around to open the door.

Behind the door are Yue'er and a highly respected Sister Gui in the palace.

"Old slave, see Your Highness the Eldest Princess."

Madam Gui saluted toward the wind.

Feng Qian maintained the original design for a while, and said only: "What's the matter?"

Gui Momo said the purpose: "The Queen Mother sent the old slave to send a message to the eldest princess. There will be a banquet in the Palace of Preserving Harmony tonight. The eldest princess must attend on time."

"Okay, this palace is clear."

The girl turned back and closed the door.

Madam Gui looked at the closed door, and couldn't help frowning. The eldest princess was as pampered and self-willed as always, and didn't take her servants seriously.

After closing the door, Feng Qian trotted to the side of the bed, opened the curtains and canopy, the girl half-knelt on the bed, and lifted the quilt covering the little monk's face.

Xu Shi was covered, and he was stuffy for a long time, and Wang Chen's face showed a somewhat abnormal blush.

Feng Qian reached out and put his palm on the little monk's side face.

Her hand was not cold, but at the moment it was pressed against the shard's face, but there was a scalding temperature in the palm of her hand.

Um, why is it so hot?

Shouldn't he have a fever?

Feng Qian raised his hand and tried the temperature on Fragment's forehead again with his palm, but he didn't feel anything.

The girl hesitated, bowed her head, put her palms on the bed, covered her head, and put it on the little monk's forehead.

Feng Qian silently felt the temperature.

Not very hot, there should be no fever.

Feng Qian didn't notice at all, because of her sudden movements, the little monk was nervous.

Wang Chen's fingertips pinched the sheet under him, his face burning like fire.

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

Wait, shouldn't Shard be shy?

Well.

Feng Qian couldn't help but get closer, holding the small fragment's face with both hands.

The hot temperature on the other side's face came from the palm of his hand.

The girl rolled her eyes, "Achen, don't be shy."

The girl's straightforward words made the little monk lying on the bed even more embarrassed.

"Hey, you are like this, I don't dare to kiss you again."

Hearing this sentence, Wang Chen suddenly froze, paused, and looked up at the girl.

The beautiful eyes blinked, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly.

He said, "No, I'm fine."

The little monk bit his lips, as if hesitating and hesitating, struggling for a moment, he whispered: "You can kiss."

"Oh."

Feng Qian responded calmly, lowered his head again, and pecked on the small fragment's lips.

Wang Chen: "..."

His face turned red again.

The little monk raised his hand to cover his face, wishing to indent himself into the quilt.

Feng Qian stopped teasing each other, and explained, "I'm going to a banquet later, Ah Chen has to stay here, I'll try to come back as soon as possible."

Wang Chen nodded while covering his face.