Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

After asking this question, Tang Mo regretted a little, before Feng Qian could answer, he said: "Forget it, you should stay here."

"Um."

The wind answered lightly.

Probably there was a dark cloud covering the moon, and the room, which was originally bright, suddenly became dark.

Perhaps it was because it was completely dark and no one could see anyone, so Tang Mo fell asleep peacefully this time.

However, not long after, the young man's suppressed muffled hum came from the air again.

Feng Qian frowned, and took a closer look at Tang Mo's face.

There was another look of pain on the other party's face.

Feng Qian: "..."

Could it be that when the pieces fell asleep, they would be in such pain?

After a pause, she raised her hand and rubbed Tang Mo's temple.

Not long after that, the girl was suddenly grabbed by the boy's wrist.

Before Feng Qian could react, he spun and fell on the floor.

The painful-looking boy held the girl tightly in his arms as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

The strength is quite big.

Feng Qian tried to move, but was held tightly by Tang Mo.

Later, Feng Qian gave up struggling.

Although the waist was a little painful from being strangled, the sleepiness finally overcome the slight pain.

she fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, there was no one around me.

Feng Qian blinked and turned over.

The sky has turned fish belly white, and the twilight of the morning sun shines into the room through the glass windows.

If the wind blows lightly, he will be stunned, so he gets up from the floor.

She pushed open the door, just in time to see Tang Mo walking in with a pot of freshly cooked porridge.

Tang Mo stared at Shang Fengqian, stopped the hand holding the pot, and stiffened his body.

He showed an uncomfortable smile: "Morning."

Feng Qian stared at the young man quietly, and replied quietly: "Well, morning."

Tang Mo quickly put the pot on the wooden table in the main room, took a few steps back, pointed outside, "I'll get the bowls and chopsticks."

"Um."

Feng Qian still responded lightly.

The main room is very simple, with a wooden table that looks old and four wooden benches.

Feng Qian walked over and sat on the bench.

After a while, Ji Cheng also opened the door and walked out.

The boy stretched and yawned again. He saw Feng Qian sitting in front of the table and said hello, "Morning, goddess."

Then, with a keen sense of smell, I smelled the rich rice fragrance wafting from the pot on the table.

Ji Cheng's sleepiness disappeared, he walked over and sat opposite Feng Qian.

The boy looked at the porridge in the pot, and said, "The porridge in the game smells very good."

This is what Tang Mo saw when he walked in with three sets of bowls and chopsticks.

He walked over and silently placed the bowls and chopsticks on the table.

"That's all I have at home."

The young man's tone was a little sluggish, probably because he realized that such a poor environment and food, greeting guests was really poor hospitality.

"It's okay, it's already fine."

It was hard for Tang Mo to entertain them.

Hearing the girl's words, Tang Mo was slightly stunned, raised his eyes to look at Feng Qian, and quickly looked away.

He pursed his lips, lowered his head and served the meal silently.

After serving it, he sat down and ate the porridge in silence.

Then, seeing that the two guests did not move their chopsticks, he wondered, "Why don't you eat?"

After the young man finished speaking, Feng Qian picked up the chopsticks, stirred the porridge in the bowl, then picked up the porcelain bowl, and took a few sips.

Seeing this, Ji Cheng also started to move.

Only then did Tang Mo look away, and continued to drink the porridge in his bowl silently.

In fact, in the game world, Feng Qian and Ji Cheng, as players, will not feel full when they eat the food in the game world, but will only have a taste experience.