"Moreover, will our current relationship change because of the change in the identity and status of the other party? It doesn't matter if you are Ah Ling, Meow Daxian, or Emperor Zichen, it is the same for me. In my heart, you are you. ”

Feng Jiao looked at the poor Ling Yuan, who was at a loss like a child, held his hand and said to him.

"I ......" Ling Yuan gritted his teeth, and simply closed his eyes and told the truth: "I know that you are not the kind of person who clings to power, so I am afraid that once you know my true identity, you will stay away from me." ”

Feng Jiao was stunned, and suddenly smiled.

She smiled like this, which immediately attracted Ling Yuan's strong dissatisfaction: "It's not okay for people to be entangled in their hearts, you still have to laugh at me, what a little white-eyed wolf with no conscience!" ”

Feng Jiao twitched the corners of her mouth: "What are you talking about, who is the white-eyed wolf!" I just think your point of view, and your concerns, are a bit peculiar. ”

"Think about it, people in the world are worried that their relatives and friends around them are too poor and love the rich, but you are worried about me being rich and loving the poor? There is no such truth in this world. ”

Ling Yuan originally felt quite unhappy in his heart because of Feng Jiao's smile.

But now, he felt that he was simply dazzled by the little chef's glamorous smile.

Coupled with the fact that the two of them were now sitting together intimately, feeling her breathing close at hand, and feeling her soft and warm breath, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

In order to make Ling Yuan feel at ease, Feng Jiao had no choice but to say, "Oh, why did you have that kind of thought? You should know my character, I'm not the kind of person who cares about status. As long as you have the same personality and temperament, whether it is an emperor above tens of thousands of people or a beggar living on the street, you can become friends. ”

Of course, she wouldn't have said that she had mistaken him for a cat demon who had cultivated into a human form, and even suspected that he was the emperor of the demon clan.

Don't think that the little chef will lose face. She would be embarrassed to say this kind of misunderstanding if he knew about it.

Listening to Feng Jiao's heartfelt words, Ling Yuan's heart really breathed a sigh of relief.

However, when he heard the word "friend" from her, he couldn't help frowning.

"Little Chef!"

He gritted his teeth and called out to her.

Feng Jiao subconsciously looked at him, but felt that his deep purple eyes, which were as deep as a cosmic galaxy, were shining brightly, making her heart beat faster.

But after he called her, he suddenly smiled.

A touching smile slowly spread between his clear and noble eyebrows, and in his deep purple eyes, it seemed that the god who created this world sprinkled a handful of starlight.

He smiled at her as he slowly tightened his left arm that held her, and his right hand touched her small, beautiful nose like a dragonfly.

"Little chef, you say...... Are we just friends? Tell me, what kind of friends can sit together in this position like we do now? ”

Feng Jiao: "......"

Oops, oops, I can't stand it!

How could she have thought that her meow fairy still has such a sultry side!