The next morning.

The bright red sun will shine through the morning glow in the sky and fall into the mountains and forests.

The dew seemed to be pierced by the light and dissipated little by little.

The vitality in the forest seemed to be awakened at this moment.

The greenery of the vegetation is more and more lush.

The manor was already busy.

The servants have already stood on their posts.

Some take care of the flowers and plants in the manor, some take care of the farm, and some clean the house.

Almost every servant has his own job.

In the attic, on the soft big bed.

Dongfang was wearing a thin nightdress and rolled slightly.

Reaching out subconsciously, she pulled down the long skirt that had rolled up to her waist twice.

Such actions have almost become a habit.

Every time I wake up, the skirt of the nightdress will roll to the waist because of the sleeping position and the dishonesty when sleeping.

Sometimes it even rises under the breasts.

Because of this, this habitual movement was slowly developed.

She stretched lazily, her peak-like chest and slender waist tightened with strength.

That curvaceous body line is extraordinarily alluring.

It's just that in this room, no one appreciates it.

Before getting up, Dongfang Spiritual Sense noticed the movement in the manor.

It's just that today is a little different from the past.

It's not the obscure work, but there are still whispers of discussion.

"His Royal Highness seems to have not slept all night!"

"Last night, the lights in the courtyard of His Royal Highness were on all night."

"His Royal Highness is too infatuated."

"Look, His Royal Highness is covered in dew, so he didn't sit at the gate of the courtyard all night, did he?"

"Keep your voice down... don't be heard!"

"..."

The bursts of discussions, like buzzing bees, drifted to Dongfang's ears with the morning wind.

These servants are also doing their job well.

Although there were constant discussions, Dongfang never heard the voices talking about him.

Obviously, the servants of this era are also professionally educated.

No matter what happens, he will never open his mouth to talk about the master easily.

Once found out, or reported, it will lose your job.

Listening to the discussion, Dongfang stood up, pulled off her nightgown, and put on a long skirt at home.

Raise the palm of the hand, spread the five fingers, and comb the soft hair a few times.

She wore her hair in a bun very habitually, and pinned it up gently with a paintbrush.

Some strands of hair that were scattered in front of the face were also gently combed by those white and tender fingers, stretched back between the eyebrows, and pinned above the ears with extreme skill.

The slightly fluffy hairstyle makes Dongfang look more lazy.

But he didn't stop, but stepped out of the door with white jade feet, came to the balcony, and looked at the yard not far away.

At a glance, he saw Yin Fan sitting at the entrance of the courtyard.

On the luxurious robes, there are already patches of wet billows.

It was the trace of being infected by the morning dew.

His expression is decadent, his hair is messy, and even the wound on his forehead has not been treated, and it is still stained with red. …

Not far behind him is a human-shaped clothes hanger as tall as a person.

Yesterday's rose-shaped light blue long dress was being lifted up, rippling with the breeze.

The stains and blood stains on it have been cleaned extremely clean.

"You still don't give up? Men... Sometimes it's really annoying!"

Seeing Yin Fan like this, Dongfang rolled his eyes speechlessly.

Although he can't be cruel to people who are really good to him, it doesn't mean Dongfang is not annoyed.

Especially for a person like him who has always understood what he wants, it is impossible for him to stay for anyone until he achieves his goal.

It is also impossible to talk about love.

What's more, Dongfang simply can't accept it, sticking to men.

Never let anyone else touch you.

This is the bottom line, and it has even evolved into some kind of cleanliness psychology.

Before no one breaks his cleanliness, no one will be able to lay hands on him without Dongfang's unwillingness.

Anyone who dares to do this will definitely be killed by Dongfang!

It seems to feel the movement in the attic of the East, or feel the gaze of the East.

The sluggish Yin Fan came back to his senses in an instant, and subconsciously looked towards the east.

When he saw Dongfang's enchanting figure and the gaze that was looking at him, Yin Fan got up instantly.

But it seems that it is because of maintaining one action for too long.

As soon as he got up, his legs were numb and he fell to his knees.

Then he got up in a hurry, patted his clothes a few times, and then looked towards the east.

There was still a hesitant to speak, and a bitter smile on his face.

"This is too humble, he is a prince!"

"The Kingdom of Loen is second only to the existence of the king!"

"This kind of love really exists in the world!"

"..."

Seeing this scene, the busy servants in the distance began to beep in a very low voice.

"This is true love!"

An older woman next to her, her eyes glowing, responded softly: "Back then..."

Hearing the woman speak, several servants listened with great concern.

They have heard this story many times.

But after seeing the prince this time, they suddenly felt that the story this time was a little different.

"Love?"

Dongfang frowned slightly, glanced at Yin Fan, turned around and went back into the house.

He has a lot of experience, and even watched those vigorous love TV dramas.

Before time travel, I even talked to many girlfriends.

But when it came to true love, he only thought of one sentence in his heart: "True love makes people humble!"

With his keen five senses and insight, he clearly felt that there was nothing false about Yin Fan's appearance.

This made Dongfang feel inexplicably agitated.

I don't even want to see Yin Fan like this.

"It turns out that this is true love... How high-spirited, how noble and elegant the prince was two months ago!"

"Now……"

Those servants whispered softly again: "Your Highness, the current prince, really makes people feel distressed!"

"Miss' heart, won't it hurt?"

……

"It doesn't hurt! My heart doesn't hurt at all, and I even want to laugh, haha!"

Dongfang rolled his eyes, and murmured a little annoyed in his heart. …

Finally, a sneer broke out.

"I'll just ignore you, I'll see how long you last!"

With this in mind, Dongfang didn't even go to his favorite place to stay, the wooden table and benches by the bay window.

Seeing Dongfang turning around without hesitation, Yin Fan's expression became sluggish almost instantly.

When he realized it, a trace of indiscernible shock flashed through Yin Fan's boyish hole.

"Yin Fan, don't forget your purpose! You are just acting..."

Thinking of this, Yin Fan's heart twitched instantly.

As if the acting was fake.

"No! This is just a confession!"

"Men are like this. If it's just a simple favor, it doesn't matter."

"But once you confess, no matter if it's true love or not, you will be immersed in it instantly."

"And fall in love more and more irresistibly."

"This is the desire to possess, to gain, to be unwilling, etc.!"

"Yes! That's it. This is a confession. Anyone can do this!"

Slightly comforting himself, Yin Fan sat in the entrance of the courtyard in a daze again, looking at the attic in the east foolishly.

one day!
two days!

Three days!

For ten days in a row, almost every day.

His expression became more and more haggard and tired, and his untrimmed hair and beard were as messy as weeds.

Let that handsome face be covered with stains.

Those servants who passed by looked at Yin Fan's figure with great distress.

With that appearance, he wished he could step forward and hug that high prince, His Royal Highness, into his arms tightly.

Even the patrolling guards would stop by from time to time, worried.

Even some grumpy and impulsive guards were holding guns and wanted to rush to the attic.

Forcibly pull down the culprit who made His Royal Highness change his appearance.

Pulled to the front of His Royal Highness.

But no matter how many times, he will be stopped by the angry voice of His Highness the Prince.

"Pfft!"

There was a sound of collision, and Yin Fan's body seemed unable to hold on any longer, and rolled down from the wooden chair to the ground.

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

"His Royal Highness Prince!"

"..."

There were bursts of exclamations, and with the sound of chaotic footsteps, they approached Yin Fan quickly from far to near.

But just when everyone was about to approach, a very pleasant fragrance of flowers suddenly came from the nose.

A floral fragrance like a daughter's body fragrance.

The next moment, a figure in a blue dress appeared in front of everyone.

"What a beautiful person..."

"I finally know why His Royal Highness is like this!"

"If it were me, I would be willing to wait here for a year...ten years, twenty years, or even a lifetime."

"Even if it's kneeling, I'm willing!"

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