Tiandong was still chopping some firewood intently in the courtyard, but he didn’t even notice anyone sitting on the wall.
Song Jinglan flipped through two pages of the book. He couldn’t get her to come in, so he had to go out.
The girl was sitting on the wall in blue clothes, and he saw her shrouded in the dazzling sunlight, seeming to sparkle herself somehow.
When she saw him come out of the villa, she didn’t speak. Lin Feilu merely just smiled and shook the popsicle in her hand.
Song Jinglan laughed and shook his head before he flew up and sat down beside her lightly.
Lin Feilu enthusiastically handed over her new work, “Aloe vera flavor! Try it.”
Even though she had grown a lot taller now, Song Jinglan was much taller than her.
In six years, her Little Pretty Boy has grown into a Pretty Boy. His good-looking facial features have entirely faded away from their usual childish color, replaced with a more mature look. The heroic spirit of youth and the gentle aura of beauty were perfectly blended in his features. He was like the gentle college senior who made countless girls secretly swoon and admire his stunning beauty.
They said that looking at a handsome guy could increase her life expectancy by a few years, and looking at a super handsome guy could practically make her immortal. Lin Feilu felt that she could live an extra ten years if she looked at him one second longer.
Mm! That’s why she liked to go over to the Cuizhu Villa!
Even his actions of taking a bite of the popsicle were ever so elegant and beautiful. Lin Feilu admired his gracefulness for a while before asking, “Is it delicious?”
Song Jinglan nodded, “It’s delicious.”
She laughed, “No matter what I bring, Your Highness had never said that it was bad.”
He turned his head and smiled slightly, “No matter what the Princess makes, it’s always delicious.”
Being gazed at earnestly by those soft eyes, Lin Feilu’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated as she turned her head and took a bite of her popsicle. The ice shards shattered in her mouth and her words were slightly slurred, “Seeing that Your Highness is so good at coaxing girls, I wonder who will be the lucky one to get you?”
After she spoke, she felt that her words came off as odd— why did it sound like she spoke with a sour tone?
Lin Feilu immediately answered in a joking tone, “When will Your Highness return to the Song Empire? If you’re going to stay here forever, I’m afraid you won’t be able to get a wife.”
The wind blew the hem of his white clothes as Song Jinglan lowered his eyelashes slightly, “If I go back to my country, will the Princess forget me?”
Lin Feilu glanced at him in surprise, “How could that be? Be confident in your looks— I won’t ever forget such a beautiful Highness!”
Song Jinglan lowered his eyes and smiled.
“That’s fine, then,” he said.
He looked up again and asked casually, “I heard that His Majesty is choosing a husband for the Princess?”
Lin Feilu was speechless, “How did you even know about this?” But after hesitating for a while, she spoke, “Though, I think it would be weirder if you didn’t know.”
Sometimes, she wondered if the boy in front of her had secretly installed listening devices all around the palace.
Song Jinglan still smiled, “Does the Princess have someone she likes?”
This was not the first time that Lin Feilu had been asked this question, but for some reason, when he was the one asking, she became inexplicably flustered. She quickly took a bite of the popsicle to calm down before whispering, “No.”
This isn’t right! Although Little Pretty Boy has grown into a mature Pretty Boy, my mental age is still older than him! How am I still shy in front of him? Goddamn, I’ve been stuck in this body for so long that my character changed completely!
Thinking of this, she turned around, crossed her hips, and exclaimed loudly, “No!”