Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

It will take a while for the porridge to cook.

Feng Qian leaned against the stove in the kitchen, in a daze.

The girl's dark eyes stared at the kitchen door, hesitating between going out and not going out.

In the end, Feng Qian decided not to go out.

Don't worry, just wait until she and His Royal Highness are familiar with her before fulfilling her promise.

Wait until the porridge is cooked.

Feng Qian turned off the fire, and raised his hand to bring down the pot.

When her fingertips touched the metal on the other side, the little girl was so hot that she retracted her hand and sighed in pain.

Feng Qian looked down at his fingers, the white fingertips were red and a little painful.

The boy outside seemed to have heard the movement, and there was a little confusion in his dark eyes.

After a pause, Mu Yan put down his hands that were folded on his legs, stood up, his eyes fell on the kitchen door, and he slowly raised his feet and walked over.

After entering the kitchen, I saw the little girl bowing her head and holding her fingers.

There was a steaming pot on the stovetop, and the aroma of rice was overflowing in the kitchen.

Hearing the footsteps, Feng Qian turned to look back, and when he met Mu Yan's golden eyes, Feng Qian froze, silently retracted his fingers, and put his hands behind him.

Mu Yan's gaze stayed on the girl's face for a moment, and his gaze gradually moved down.

"What happened to the hand?"

He asked in a low voice, obviously in a tone that did not contain emotion, but inexplicably gave people a hint of warmth.

Feng Qian blinked, and said: "I was burned by..."

Hearing the sound, the young man lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, after a pause, he slowly raised his feet to approach.

Mu Yan raised his hand gently, and the fair and slender hand slowly spread out under the girl's eyes, revealing the white palm.

He said, "Give me your hand."

Feng Qian was stunned for a moment, and said softly, "No, it's just a bit of a burn."

The boy's movements paused slightly, and the jade-white hands were still gently and quietly spread out under the girl's eyes, and the broken light entered the palm of the boy's palm, as if condensed into a star of fireflies.

Mu Yan raised his eyes, kept his hand outstretched, and opened his thin lips lightly: "Be good."

Gentle tone, like coaxing his own child.

Feng Qian was stunned, but also obediently stretched out his hand.

The little girl spread out her palm silently, revealing her red-hot finger.

Mu Yan's gaze fell silently on the scalded part of the girl's finger.

The boy's thin cool fingertips lightly clasped the girl's wrist and turned the direction slightly.

Mu Yan lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes drooped, and with the other hand, he slowly stretched out his index finger, and the fingertips slowly covered the girl's scald with a cool temperature.

A thin and cool touch, with a little bit of temperature.

Feng Qian only felt that the place where the opponent's fingertips lightly touched, as if there was a gentle force moisturizing the wound.

It didn't take long for the slight burning pain in the fingertips to disappear.

Mu Yan raised his hand, and withdrew the other hand.

The girl's fingertips returned to their white color, and there was no trace of burns.

so……

Feng Qian raised her eyes, "Did Your Highness use divine power?"

Mu Yan did not deny it, and nodded slightly.

Feng Qian secretly poked at the system: "What will happen if His Highness uses divine power? Will you stay on the small plane for a long time?"

System: "Yes host."

Feng Qian was stunned for a while, although facing His Highness would be nervous, but Feng Qian did not want to part with the other party so soon.

Thinking of this, Feng Qian raised her eyes and said with a serious look, "Your Highness doesn't need to use divine power on a small plane, these are just minor injuries."

Mu Yan looked at the girl quietly, he didn't say anything, just nodded in cooperation.

Feng Qian looked at the **** opposite again, and then remembered that the black rice porridge was already cooked.

The pot was not so hot anymore, Feng Qian lifted the lid of the pot, took a bowl and spoon, and poured out two bowls of porridge with one plate and one glance.