Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

There is a word engraved on the longevity lock - Jing.

Wangchen looked down, then put the things back, and tied the bag again.

"Achen, are you really not going to find your biological parents?"

Since the little fragment wants to return to vulgarity, the first thing to do must be to find a place to stay.

Finding one's life experience is the best choice.

Wang Chen has very little idea of ​​parents. He grew up in a monastery, so even if he knew his background, he wouldn't be too touched.

He raised his eyes and looked at Feng Qian.

The little monk said what was in his heart: "I don't want to look for them."

"You're not going to abandon me, are you?"

For the latter sentence, Wangchen's voice gradually became quieter, and his long eyelashes drooped down, covering his eyes.

When I asked this question, my heart was surprisingly nervous, and I pinched the monk's robe with my fingertips.

When he lost all support, Wangchen found that he seemed to be more dependent on the other party.

He even took the initiative to hug him, so that he also said such words.

so……

Is this... love?

Buddha said he liked her.

Buddha also said that she likes him.

So, she should...won't abandon him...

The little monk pursed his beautiful lips.

Feng lightly blinked his eyes.

"Will not abandon."

The girl rolled her dark eyes and said, "Since Ah Chen has decided to return to vulgarity, can you give me a kiss?"

Hearing the sound, Wangchen looked up at the girl.

When the other party said that he would not give up, he felt a burst of joy in his heart.

But……

"relative?"

Feng Qian blinked. Oh, well, she forgot that the fragment has always been a little monk, and the relationship between men and women should be blank.

Feng Qian thought of a certain plane again. When His Highness's fragment was His Majesty the Blood Race, he was also ignorant about feelings.

Still, it's cute.

The girl bent her eyes and asked, "Do you like me? Dust."

Being asked such a question by the other party, Wang Chen was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyelashes, and the words he wanted to say were choked in his throat because of being too shy.

I was at a loss again.

"But... I like you, Dust."

The girl's voice was serious.

Wangchen froze completely in place.

There was a ringing sound in the head for a moment, as if there were fireworks blooming, and the clear eyes were dazed, a bit dazed and dull.

"like."

He lowered his head and said in a low voice.

"Um?"

The voice of the small fragment was indeed too low, and Feng Qian couldn't hear it clearly.

As if mustering up his courage, Wangchen raised his eyes, pursed his lips and said, "I... like you."

Eh, do you like it?

Um.

Then you can kiss.

Feng Qian asked again: "Then can I kiss you?"

Although Wangchen doesn't understand the meaning of "pro", he can agree to any request from the other party.

Therefore, Wangchen nodded slightly.

The wind slightly bent his eyes.

Well, since you are returning to vulgarity, it is not a violation of the laws of heaven and ethics.

Feng Qian leaned closer, resting his palms on the soft couch, his lips slowly covered the cinnabar mole on the little monk's eyebrow, and kissed lightly.

Only returned afterwards.

Wangchen's eyes widened slightly, and the soft touch between his brows seemed to be still there.

His body was also extremely stiff, and he grabbed the blanket on the soft couch, feeling a little at a loss.

Is this "pro"?

Wangchen couldn't tell what kind of feeling this was.

Just... so happy.

"do you like it?"

Feng Qian asked the little monk in a slightly teasing tone.

The little monk in front of him nodded seriously, "I like it."

Feng lightly blinked his eyes.

Well, why did this suddenly make her feel so guilty?

Um.

Presumably small fragments of hair that haven't grown out yet.

That's right, that's how it should be.