Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

It takes a while for the porridge to cook.

Feng Qian leaned against the stove in the kitchen, in a daze.

The girl stared at the kitchen door with dark eyes, hesitating between going out or not going out.

In the end, Feng Qian decided not to go out.

Don't worry, wait until she gets acquainted with His Highness before fulfilling her promise.

Wait until the porridge is ready.

Feng Qian put out the fire, and raised his hand to take down the pot.

When her fingertips touched the metal on the other side, the little girl was so hot that she withdrew her hand and hissed in pain.

Feng Qian looked down at his fingers, his fair fingertips were flushed and a little painful.

The young man outside seemed to have heard the movement, and a little confusion floated in his dark eyes.

After a pause, Mu Yan put down his folded hands on his lap, stood up, his eyes fell on the kitchen door, and he slowly walked over.

After entering the kitchen, I saw the little girl lowering her head and holding her fingers.

There is still a steaming pot on the stove, and the aroma of rice is overflowing in the kitchen.

When Feng Qian heard the sound of footsteps, she turned her head and looked at the past. When she met Mu Yan's golden eyes, Feng Qian froze for a moment, retracted her fingers silently, and put her hands behind her back.

Mu Yan's gaze stayed on the girl's face for a moment, and then his gaze gradually moved down.

"What happened to your hand?"

He asked in a low voice, obviously in an emotionless tone, but somehow gave people a hint of warmth.

Feng Qian blinked, and said obediently, "I was... burned."

Hearing the sound, the young man lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, paused, and slowly raised his foot to approach.

Mu Yan gently raised his hand, and his white and slender hand slowly spread out under the girl's eyes, revealing his white palm.

He said, "Give me your hand."

Feng Qian was stunned for a moment, and said softly, "No need, it was just burned."

The boy's movements stopped slightly, and the white jade hand was still spread out gently and quietly in front of the girl's eyes. Fragmented light shone into the boy's palm, as if condensed into a few fireflies.

Mu Yan raised his eyes, maintained the posture of reaching out, and gently parted his slender lips: "Good boy."

The gentle tone seemed to coax her own child.

Feng Qian was slightly stunned, but obediently stretched out his hand.

The little girl silently spread her palms, revealing the reddened finger.

Mu Yan's gaze quietly landed on the burnt place on the girl's finger.

The boy Bao Liang gently clasped the girl's wrist with his fingertips, and turned slightly.

Mu Yan drooped his eyes, his long eyelashes drooped, and with the other hand, he slowly stretched out his index finger. With a slightly cool temperature on his fingertips, he slowly covered the girl's burn.

Thin and cool to the touch, with a little bit of warmth.

Feng Qian could only feel that where the other party's fingertips were lightly touching, there seemed to be a gentle force moisturizing the wound.

It didn't take long for the slight burning sensation on the fingertips to disappear.

Mu Yan raised his hand, but withdrew his other hand.

The girl's fingertips returned to their previous whiteness, without any trace of burns.

so……

Feng Qian raised her eyes, "Did Your Highness use divine power?"

Mu Yan did not deny it, but nodded slightly.

Feng lightly poked and asked the system: "What will happen if His Highness uses divine power? Will you stay in the small plane soon?"

System: "Yes host."

Feng Qian froze for a moment, although facing His Highness would be nervous, but Feng Qian didn't want to part with him so soon.

Thinking of this, Feng Qian raised his eyes and said seriously: "Your Highness doesn't need to use divine power in the small plane, these are just minor injuries."

Mu Yan looked at the girl calmly, he didn't say anything, just nodded in cooperation.

Feng Qian looked at the god on the opposite side again, and then remembered that the black rice porridge was already cooked.

The pot was no longer so hot, Feng Qian lifted the lid, brought a bowl and spoon, and carefully filled out two bowls of porridge.