Yan Muchu Small Theater: "Ah Chu, that person is so cold-hearted, you are so... You can't say that you are just a moth flying into the flame." Yan Feisheng said to his only sister with a slightly worried look on his face.
"So what?"
The pretty woman in red raised her eyebrows, her face was calm, and her voice was crisp and clear.
"I admire him, and I don't ask him to repay me with love. He only pays me a few glances, which is enough for half a while."
She smiled, bright and charming.
"Brother, I guarantee you that this Lu Xingfei..."
"Huh?"
"I'm bound to win."
Lu Xingfei Little Theater: Everyone knows that His Highness the Crown Prince has a cold expression all day long. Although his face is like a crown jewel and he is extraordinary handsome, he is completely taciturn. At this time, the rumored and unapproachable Prince Bingshan is sitting at the desk with dull eyes, thinking about the major events in his life.
"Yun Jin." "What are your orders, Your Highness?"
"If you are... A woman, she used to chase you all day long and you found her annoying. Now she no longer bothers you, but you feel lost. Why is this?"
He spoke very slowly, word by word, and looked at the person in front of him very seriously. "Your Highness... I have never tasted this feeling. I have only heard a few words from Yun Ying's mouth." "This is lovesickness."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince frowned and then calmed down.
"Then, missing someone alone... Does that mean I'm in love with her?"
"Your Highness... Don't you miss Miss Yan?"
It was rare for the prince to have other expressions on his face. After thinking about it carefully, a few wisps of red clouds floated on the tips of his ears, and he nodded solemnly, feeling a bit more youthful than he should have been.
"It turns out that I miss her."
He smiled.
Intention: love love love love