"Do you remember, or did you dream about it?"

The corners of Fu Xunyang's lips were tense.

"I remember!" Ah Chan's voice was soft and he nodded vigorously.

Fu Xunyang's face did not improve for half a minute.

She remembers.

She remembered all the things she had been through with the man in the painting.

What does that mean?

It means that she is the lover of His Royal Highness the Blood Prince in history.

Reincarnation? Or what?

Fu Xunyang didn't know.

The world is magical, and many things can be explained by non-science.

But he...

He just dreamed.

He suddenly thought that he was the Highness.

But if so, why does she look exactly the same as His Highness's lover?

And he, but he is not half the same as that highness?

He's not.

He is just an outsider who carries the memories of others and is trapped in an absurd dream.

The man who fell in love for the first time finally knows what it means to have a sour heart.

The heart is like a bubbling acid-making machine.

"Goo, goo", bubbling sourly.

A man who is in the limelight, where is he willing to let himself be so defeated?

In Fu Xunyang's dictionary, there is no such thing as failure.

Yes, it can also be forcibly picked out by someone.

He frowned, and his deep eyes stared at the immature and ignorant little girl.

The eyes are dangerous: "Who will this man and me choose?" ”

Ah Chan's soft eyes were a little unresponsive.

stared at his unkind face in a daze, and his pink lips opened slightly: "Choose, choose a little obediently." ”

"If he is also in this world and comes to you one day, will you still choose me?"

Not? Ah Chan frowned.

The dazed eyes didn't seem to understand what he meant.

The small hand held his big hand that was slightly cool, and his soft voice was slightly urgent.

"You're a little girl, you've come to me."

Is it?

No one will mistake their lover.

She identified him as her Highness.

But if he didn't, would she still like him?

Men, once they get into the horns, are harder to coax than women.

Fu Xunyang tugged at the corners of his lips.

The dark eyes flashed with an unclear ghostly light: "Okay, Dubao has said, choose me, and you can't regret it if you choose." ”

"I don't regret it, I never regret it."

The little girl's soft and cute eyes looked at him firmly.

"Good." Fu Xunyang stroked the top of her hair with his big hand.

The deep and dark eyes glanced at the beautiful and holy Royal Highness of the Prince on the portrait.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly: "Then let him see, you choose me." ”

The big hand suddenly grabbed her soft cheek, and he lowered his head...

"Hmm!" Ah Chan's little feet were forced to stand on tiptoe.

The lip flap is slightly opened...

……

The lips of the little girl...

Fu Xunyang imagined how sweet it would be.

In my dreams, I touched it more than once.

But when I really kissed it, I realized how illusory the dream was, and the reality...

It's so wonderful.

It's so wonderful that he seems to have turned back into a studious student, and he just wants to...

Dig deeper, explore...

Once you start, you can't stop.

……

Don't want to stop.

……

Until the little girl in her arms, her little face was red, and if she continued, she was afraid that she would not be able to breathe.

He had finally mercifully let her go.

Warm fingertips, gently smearing her lips.

His voice was hoarse: "You are my little daughter-in-law, I can only kiss you, remember?" ”

Ah Chan's little hands hugged him tightly.

The brain is deprived of oxygen, and he looks up his little head blankly, and his voice is soft and boneless: "Little daughter-in-law? ”

"Hmm." He snorted lowly.

With a broad chest, he hugged his little daughter-in-law tightly and faced His Highness.

The look is defiant.

"Be good, tell him that you are my little daughter-in-law, you can only kiss you by me, and you can only marry me."