Ling Yuan carried Feng Jiao back to the cabin all the way, and carefully placed her on the bed, for fear that his movements would wake her up if he was a little heavier.

Looking at her delicate and lovely sleeping face, he couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke her little hairy head, but he was afraid that he would wake her up, so he could only taste it regretfully.

At the same time, the thought that she hadn't responded to him made him feel uneasy.

He looked at the little white cat in his sleep stupidly, but saw her gently shrug her little nose, and his cute and loving appearance made him smile gently, only to feel that a heart was about to be sprouted by her.

He suddenly discovered that she was the only woman he had ever been close to in this world for more than 10,000 years.

He never believed in fate, let alone the so-called love at first sight.

However, after meeting her, when admiring her sleeping face in the faint candlelight at this moment, he suddenly felt that perhaps the fate between people really had its own heavenly arrangement, and it had already doomed their acquaintance in the dark, and they were destined to become acquainted because of food.

And he also paid attention to her because of the food she cooked, and finally discovered that both the delicious food she made and the person she herself had a magical magic that made him fall in love with it.

This natural desire to become more intimate with her was something he had never felt in his more than 10,000 years of life.

Her presence warmed his life.

It was also because of this warmth that he didn't want to let go even more, and just wanted to stay with her for the rest of his life.

He finally mustered up the courage today, and under the temptation step by step, he saw that his little cook was about to give him a response, but he was interrupted by the sinking of Fuxu Island.

I wonder if he will have the opportunity to ask her for an answer when he wakes up tomorrow......

While thinking about it, Ling Yuan lay down beside the little white cat, but he couldn't control it in his heart, and began to guess the answer she might give him......

For a young girl who is in her prime, sixteen years old, his age is not dominant in the first place.

For her, who yearns for freedom and does not value the status and financial resources of her other half, the identity of the emperor seems to not only not give him extra points, but will make her feel constrained......

After a certain emperor tossed and turned and analyzed it, he sadly found that it seemed that for his little cook, the only thing he could do and have a certain attraction to her was the friendship between him and her, and his face.

He remembered that she had said that he was good-looking, like an immortal......

Thinking of this, his fair face was slightly flushed as if it had been coated with a thin layer of powder.

If she doesn't hate his face and his person, it means that he still has a chance.

If you let others know that a certain emperor is actually humbled to the dust in order to get what he wants, and even has the idea of serving people at the expense of Israel, I am afraid that he will not be able to help but twitch the corners of his mouth collectively.

As long as the emperor is willing, the woman who pursues him will definitely go forward and succeed like a carp crossing the river, where is there any need for him to be so low.

Of course, for Ling Yuan, no amount of crucian carp crossing the river can compare to a single hair of his little cook.

In the eyes of others, the lowliness is just a sweet thing for him.

He sighed shallowly, listened to the little white cat's shallow, even breathing, and closed his eyes......