"Qing'er, let's go."
Nan Xian pulled Feng Ruqing into his embrace with just one arm as a faint smile appeared on his cold face.
Lianyi stared fixedly at Nan Xian's arm around Feng Ruqing. The initial admiration in her eyes had now converted into resolution.
Some day, she would definitely make it so that she became the person in his arms instead.
"Hey!" The little prince finally regained his senses. He tilted his chin up and looked haughtily at Lianyi. "You! Come over and give me a piggy-back!"
As he spoke, he stole a glance at Feng Ruqing.
When he saw how Feng Ruqing had ignored him, his courage returned as his voice sounded insufferably arrogant.
"I'm talking to you, you little servant, Lianyi! I'm hurt, and I can't walk. Give me a piggy-back and take your clothes off so I can wipe my snot."
Lianyi's expression turned ugly. She glared at the little prince. "If you keep being this arrogant, I'll hit you!"
