Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Hearing the girl's words, Mu Yan fell into a brief silence.

Feng Qian couldn't even guess what the noble and indifferent His Highness Mu Yan was thinking.

Feng Qian lowered her head and stirred the porridge in the mixing bowl with a small spoon. To be honest, the porridge she cooked was really bad.

Looking at the young man across from him who was still quiet and silent, Feng Qian said, "Your Highness, hurry up and drink porridge, otherwise it will get cold."

Feng Qian's voice successfully pulled the **** who had fallen into contemplation back to reality.

Mu Yan looked at the girl and said, "Okay...don't call me Your Highness."

"Huh?" Feng Qian was stunned, "If it's not called Your Highness, what is it called? It's called... Mu Yan?"

Mu Yan lowered his eyes and did not speak, Feng Qian secretly thought, if it was called Mu Yan, it would be too unfamiliar.

then…

The girl raised her eyes, looked seriously at the boy opposite, and called out tentatively, "Ayan?

The snow-white and beautiful young man's posture suddenly paused, and the flowing broken golden eyes seemed to have a more brilliant color slipping in a flash, and the light, beautiful and magnificent colors slowly spread out in the dark pupils of the young man. .

Mu Yan lowered his eyes and held the spoon in the bowl with his long, fair fingers. He replied in a low voice, "Yeah."

The wind stayed silent.

The appearance of His Highness, although he did nothing, was obedient, and even dressed meticulously, covering his beautiful body, but it was inexplicably very provocative. See how this quiet and holy boy reacts.

Feng Qian was eager to try, and then raised her eyes to look at the person opposite.

The fire in my heart suddenly went out again.

No, if you suddenly rush to kiss her like this, His Highness may resent her. After all, His Highness has no memory of a small plane, and they are not strictly familiar with each other.

Even if His Highness took her with her when she was a child, it was a childhood thing, and she didn't have an impression. That is, when she ran into His Highness at the age of seven, it was the first time she officially saw His Highness.

Although I had seen that person from a distance before, it was only a shock.

Feng Qian still didn't have the courage to blaspheme such a perfect god.

After walking for a long time, when Feng Qian raised his eyes again, he saw His Highness pick up a small spoon and drink porridge gracefully and gently.

Feng Qian couldn't help but ask, "How does it taste?"

The teenager swallowed the porridge and calmly replied, "Very good."

The girl was dubious and took a bite.

This sticky taste, there is no trace of taste, only a touch of rice fragrance.

And the man on the opposite side took the porridge seriously, and his expression didn't change.

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

She is guilty, she shouldn't let His Highness drink such unpleasant porridge.

"How about, Dian...Ayan, shall I take you out to eat?" Feng Qian asked in a low voice.

It was the first time His Highness ate at the small plane, and the experience was not so wonderful. She was guilty!

The young man in front of him drank the last mouthful of porridge, put the spoon back into the bowl, retracted his articulated hand, folded it flat on his lap, and quietly looked at the girl opposite.

"It's sweet."

Feng Qian: "?"

She bowed her head in confusion and took another sip of porridge. It wasn't sweet, it didn't taste anything.

But····

Looking at His Highness's serious expression, it doesn't seem like he's lying.

Since His Highness did not dislike her culinary skills, Feng Qian lowered his head and drank the rest of the porridge in his bowl.

To be honest, it's really not good to drink, but it can fill the stomach.