ALL NOVEL Chapter 77
Chapter 77: Uncle, Want To Hug (31)
Feng Qian opened her lips, and found that she really couldn’t resist Shard talking to her in a coquettish tone.
She was a little… unstoppable.
The other party’s dark phoenix eyes stared at her faintly, surrounded by the good smell of his body, with a slight tea fragrance.
Feng Qian let out a sigh, and his face was slightly hot.
“Um.”
The little emperor replied softly, his furry head turned to one side, preventing himself from looking at the fragments.
After receiving the answer from the other party, Feng Jue’s brows and eyes curved, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly. He slowly understood the thin coat, lifted the quilt and lay beside the little emperor.
Feng Qian’s hand holding the quilt was a little tighter, and she was a little nervous for no reason.
It was the first time this plane had slept in the same bed with a shard.
Thinking of the experience of the first plane, the girl pursed her lips, and a beautiful crimson appeared on Bai Nen’s little face.
There was a sound of fabric rubbing around, and the other party seemed to turn over.
Feng Qian tilted her head, and her eyes just met the dark and deep phoenix eyes of the other party.
Feng Qian was stunned.
The kerosene lamp has long since been extinguished, and there is only a cold night in the room. With the faint moonlight, you can vaguely distinguish the delicate outline of that person. Especially the pair of eyes, cold and deep, like gems in the dark night, shining with an elegant and intoxicating shimmer, making people fascinated by them.
The girl pursed her slightly dry lips, and raised her hand to cover the other’s eyes expressionlessly.
Feng Jue was slightly startled, and the long eyelashes trembled slightly.
The eyelashes swept across the girl’s tender white palm like a fan, evoking a crisp, numb feeling.
Feng Qian froze for a moment, and hurriedly withdrew her hand, and turned her head at the same time, her beautiful eyes staring at the top of her head without blinking.
“What is your Majesty doing?” The corners of Feng Jue’s lips were slightly hooked, and the cold voice was a bit dull and magnetic, which sounded particularly good in this cold night.
Feng Qian blinked her beautiful eyes.
she……
The little emperor bit his pink lips.
Just so embarrassing…
The girl stopped talking.
Feng Jue was not in a hurry, her cold phoenix eyes were filled with a bit of a smile, but what she said contained a bit of teasing that didn’t match his personality: “Your Majesty is… shy?”
Being seen through by the other party, the temperature of the little emperor’s white tender cheeks rose. She held back her emotions and said as expressionlessly as possible: “Who… who is shy!”
Feng Qian pursed his cheeks and turned his head to look at the fragments, leaning over his head and kissing his lips under the somewhat mocking gaze of the other party.
Feng Jue’s expression stiffened, and a confused and innocent look filled her cold phoenix eyes. After reacting to the other party’s actions, her fair face was also dyed a bit crimson.
The little emperor who succeeded in stealing his relatives was a little gloating at the moment: “The shy one is clearly the uncle.”
Feng Jue’s cold phoenix eyes were stained with a bit of helplessness, but more of it was full of tender affection.
The little emperor is still young, and he still retains some childishness, but he is also extremely cute.
It’s so…happy.
The little emperor narrowed his eyes happily, as if he thought it was very interesting, but he had to take an inch, and regardless of whether he was ashamed or not, Bai Nen’s small hands tightly hugged each other’s waist, and his hairy head was buried in Feng Jue’s chest.
Feng Jue was stunned for a while, then she slowly raised her hand and touched the girl’s head, the cold expression between her brows and eyes was replaced by a soft light.
The little emperor seemed to be sleepy, and soon fell asleep in Feng Jue’s arms.
In the dark night, Feng Jue sighed slightly.
Tonight…seems to be difficult…
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the next day.
The little emperor and Zhenbei Wang Fengjue entered the Golden Palace together, and the atmosphere between the two was a little subtle.
The eyes of the ministers swirled around the two of them strangely.
Your Majesty came with the King of Zhenbei?
Or is it a coincidence?
The sweet little emperor.
The cold and desireless King of Zhenbei.
No matter how they look at it, they seem to have an intersection…