Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

His neckline was slightly messed up, and it was torn apart a lot, revealing his fair and beautiful neck.

The light in Feng Jue's eyes was dim, and there was a bit of confusion in the coldness for no reason.

Even doing such an action, it does not hinder this person's innate aloofness and dignity.

Every move is so elegant.

The feeling of slowness is like a kitten scratching, which makes people completely fall into the opponent's posture.

Feng Qian: "..."

Too many pieces!

What's more, she is using the identity of a man now!

Feng Qian raised her white and tender little hand to hold the other's hand that was still tugging at the snow-white collar.

With a sullen face, she said expressionlessly: "Uncle Huang, calm down."

Hearing the little emperor's words, Feng Jue paused.

The slender fingers were resting on the neck, and the dark pupils were a little dull and dazed.

His phoenix eyes were dark and deep, staring at the person in his arms without blinking.

Feng Jue lowered her head slightly.

His hair is a bit messy at the moment, and his clothes are also disheveled.

This dazed and sluggish look can drive people crazy.

Feng Qian: "..."

I... such fragments are too... too cute!

Feng Qian blinked her beautiful eyes.

It's really strange that the usually cold and apathetic shard suddenly changed into this appearance.

However, it was also very difficult for her.

She presents herself as a man now, and before she tells Fragment that she is a girl, Fragment touches her...

Thinking of this, Feng Qian's beautiful eyes suddenly widened.

He looked at Feng Jue with complicated eyes.

Could the shard be... like men?

In the memory of the original owner, the fragment has never been married to anyone, not even having a romantic relationship with a girl in the connecting room.

Is the fragment a broken sleeve?

Feng Qian was frightened by the thought.

She pinched the corner of her clothes a little tangled.

The eyes looking at the fragments are extremely complicated.

Is she, don't tell Shard that she is a girl?

What if he finds out and ignores her?

The wind is shallow and depressed.

Feng Jue has maintained his Bidong movements, the mist in the cold phoenix eyes has not faded away.

He suddenly lowered his head and buried his head between Feng Qian's neck.

The warm breath hit Fengqian's neck, crispy and numb, as if an electric current was passing through his body.

Feng Qian felt very uncomfortable.

The other party didn't seem to notice anything, and rubbed against the little emperor like a kitten.

Feng Qian: "..."

She raised her hand to press Feng Jue's shoulder, and moved him away from her body.

The little emperor was serious: "Uncle emperor, you can see who I am."

Feng Jue froze for a moment, tilted his head, and looked at the other party innocently.

"You are Your Majesty..."

Feng Qian: "..."

"Then do you know what you're doing now?" Feng Qian asked with narrowed eyes, staring into the other's eyes.

Feng Jue lowered her eyes, "I... want to..."

Instinctively want to get closer to each other.

Want to be more intimate.

Thinking that the other party only has eyes on me...

I really want to.

Been wanting to do this for a long time...

Feng Qian: "..."

Feng Jue looked pitiful with his head down, feeling wronged, which made people feel distressed.

Feng Qian pursed his lips.

never mind.

Who made him a fragment.

Who made him look so good.

Feng Qian raised her eyes to look at Feng Jue, but the other party's beautiful phoenix eyes darkened, looking at her was dangerously confusing.

Feng Qian: "!"

He lowered his head, his beautiful Adam's apple rolling slightly.

Three thousand black hair drooped like a waterfall, and her pitch-black eyes were deep and intoxicating, with a little bewilderment.

He lowered his head slightly, and got a little closer to the little emperor.

Then, the thin and cool lips gently pressed against the windy one.

Feng Qian was stunned.

The beautiful eyes blinked quickly.

The cold moonlight shines through the thin gauze window.

The light moonlight reflected the delicate eyebrows and eyes of the other party.

In a corner where the little emperor couldn't see, the other party's earlobe was bleeding red...