Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

"Drink like this."

Feng Qian held the milk, lowered his head to hold the straw in his mouth, and took a sip like a textbook.

"understand?"

Feng Qian handed the milk to Jiang Huai.

"Just like I did just now, don't bite."

The zombie boy seemed thoughtful, looking down at the milk in his hand that was stuffed by the girl.

The boy's gray pupils did not blink, and he quietly looked at the straw that was bitten by the girl just now.

Jiang Huai lowered his head slowly, and when his lips were about to touch the straw, the boy paused, then slowly stuck out his tongue and licked it.

Feng Qian: "...!"

Even though the little fragment who is a zombie doesn't understand anything, the other party's actions can't help but make Feng Qian's face blush.

Jiang Huai seemed to be interested in this straw, and bit it gently again.

As if recalling the girl's action just now, Jiang Huai tried to take a sip.

The milk slipped into my mouth, it was cool.

But in the eyes of zombies, there is no difference between milk and water.

Jiang Huai took a few more sips of milk before losing interest in the milk in his hand.

The boy's hand holding the milk hangs down feebly. Although there is no expression on his face, when the long eyelashes droop, combined with the faint dark circles under the eye sockets, he looks aggrieved and depressed.

He loosened his fingertips, and the milk carton fell to the ground with a thud.

Feng Qian glanced at the milk carton on the ground.

In the last days when materials are precious, it is indeed a pity that a carton of milk is wasted like this.

But Feng Qian silently glanced at the snacks piled up in her space.

Well, enough small pieces to waste.

The more troublesome thing right now is to let the small fragments join the team.

The original owner's father, Dr. Feng, asked this special police team to escort her to the East District. If she hastily notified to add another person to the team... Oh no, zombies, maybe the team would not agree.

However, in any case, the fragments cannot be thrown away and must be brought. If they do not agree to the fragments joining the team, she can choose to leave the team.

Feng Qian thought about it, she would make it difficult for them to leave at will, so let's try to see if she can bring the fragments with her.

Well, first of all, no one can discover the identity of the fragmented zombies.

Feng Qian looked at the clothes piled up in her space.

At the beginning, she went smoothly and brought a few models in, but now it has come in handy.

in a minute.

The boy in front of him wore a black peaked cap, a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and a black mask on his face.

With such full armor, it is impossible to see that the young man in front of him is actually a zombie.

Jiang Huai didn't seem to like the things that covered him tightly. He raised his slender white palm, pinched the corner of the mask with his fingertips, and frowned.

Feng Qian pressed his hand.

"Ah Huai, be good, don't take it off."

The zombie boy hummed aggrievedly, and slowly spit out a syllable: "No..."

Feng Qian took out the usual coaxing words for children: "Be good, you can only eat sweets if you are obedient."

Jiang Huai blinked, as if he was thinking about what the girl said about sugar.

After a while, he murmured in a low voice: "Tang..."

Feng Qian nodded, feeling relieved that my family has a child who has just grown up, "Yes, if you are obedient, you can eat sweets."

Feng Qian didn't know if Jiang Huai understood what she said, but after he said it, Jiang Huai stopped moving, his fingertips hung down, and he stopped pulling the mask on his face.

Feng Qian looked back at the room where they rested temporarily.

Going back now might wake them up, so Feng Qian decisively chose to take the debris first and find another clean room.