Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Depressed, Feng Qian pulled the quilt over to cover his face.

Now, the whole person is limp...

If I had known it would be that kind of feeling, I would have... prevented the fragments from sucking blood.

Seeing Fragment's reaction, it seemed that only she would feel this way, not Fragment.

Well, that's not fair.

His majesty the Blood Race outside, his lavender eyes were very confused, and his eyes were a little dazed.

The blood just now was very sweet, but...she seemed to dislike being sucked blood.

His Majesty the Blood Race lowered his eyes, knowing that he seemed to have done something wrong, and was a little at a loss.

After a while, he gently rubbed over and lay down next to the girl.

With a layer of quilt on the side of her face, she pressed against the girl's head, and her voice was soft: "I'm sorry..."

The tone of confession.

Feng Qian's face was covered in the quilt, and when she heard the sound of the fragments, she blinked and said nothing.

His Majesty the Blood Race continued: "Then I will...not suck blood anymore."

"You... don't be angry..."

His Majesty the Blood Race lowered his eyelashes, bit his light-colored lips lightly, and spoke softly.

Feng Qian paused, and pulled off the quilt covering his face with his small hands.

The quilt was pulled away, and His Majesty's slightly cold chin was pressed against the girl's forehead.

Feng Qian squeezed the quilt with her small hands, and said softly, "I'm not angry. It's just... can I stop biting my neck in the future."

Because...that feeling is really embarrassing.

Or is she the only one who can feel it...

His Majesty the Blood Race raised his eyes, was stunned for a moment, and then gave a soft "hmm".

Well... from now on, don't bite your neck.

It's good not to be angry.

His Majesty the Blood Race was a little uncertain again, and asked cautiously: "Really... aren't you angry?"

Feng Qian blinked his eyes, and the cute little fragment spoke so softly, even if he was really angry, the anger would disappear.

Feng Qian turned around, stretched out his small hand to touch His Majesty's side face, and then touched his beautiful silver hair.

The girl bent her eyes, "I'm not angry."

After finishing speaking, Feng Qian leaned over again and smacked the opponent's lips.

His Majesty the Blood Race blinked his eyes.

The depression and self-blame in the lavender eyes were gradually replaced by joy, and the beautiful eyes shone like starlight shattered.

"Hmm." His Majesty the Blood Race said softly, "I like you so much, Qianqian."

Not only do I like the sweet blood of the other party, but I also like the girl.

I like to kiss girls, and I also like to hug girls.

Anyway... just like it.

I also feel that liking is not enough, it is a stronger emotion than liking.

A trace of doubt flashed in the lavender eyes of His Majesty the Blood Race, and he slowly rubbed over, his slender white fingers slowly encircling the girl.

"I'm sleepy, Qianqian."

Feng Qian hadn't recovered from His Majesty's confession just now, but the other party said the same thing again.

The girl hugged His Majesty the Blood Race back.

One hand hooked the other's beautiful silver hair, and said softly: "Well, then sleep."

The night was thick as ink.

Right person, right time.

very nice.

…

the next day.

Feng Qian took His Majesty the Blood Race to the palace.

At the gate of the palace, the two were stopped by guards.

However, after seeing the girl's face clearly, the guards couldn't help being surprised and knelt down again.

"Meet Her Majesty the Princess."

Even though the guards were still wondering why Feng Qian came back suddenly, they respectfully opened the palace door for the girl.

However, they stopped His Majesty the Blood Race.

Just as Feng Qian was about to speak, His Majesty the Blood Race slowly took off his hood, revealing his silver-haired purple eyes.

The silver-haired purple eyes that the world has only seen in story books.

——His Majesty the Blood Race.