Her Royal Highness is playing a demon again

Chapter 47 Yuan'er, who am I to you
"Yuer, who am I to you?"

The breeze brushed Duan Yijun's hair, she didn't know that his usually expressionless handsome face seemed so serious, Nan Yuan only felt that at this moment, his sculpted handsome face seemed to be asking her this question extremely seriously.

And she...under such a serious environment, she thought of an answer inexplicably in her heart, and said it directly: "You are my heart, you are my liver, you are my sweetheart?"

"..."

After the words fell, why did Nan Yuan feel that there was an inexplicable chill in the refreshing breeze?
Shivering suddenly, Nan Yuan pursed her lips and looked down at her shoes. Could it be that he still wants to say who he belongs to her?
The chin was held by a hand with sharp joints, and she raised her head. Nan Yuan and Duan Yijun looked at each other. Duan Yijun was obviously extremely dissatisfied with Nan Yuan's answer just now. He frowned and said in a natural and domineering tone: "I am your husband, So thinking about me all the time is a matter of course, don’t be shy.”

Nan Yuan heard these words, two small colorful clouds appeared on her small cheeks again for no reason, she stared blankly at Duan Yijun's handsome face, she couldn't move her eyes as if she was being sucked in, which made her dazed, and the feeling in her heart The answer blurted out: "Well..."

After getting her answer, Duan Yijun let go of her chin, stopped the swing, and tapped Nan Yuan's head with his small hand to bring her back to her senses: "Come down."

Nan Yuan blinked and stared at Duan Yijun's fascinated eyes, and got down from the swing: "Oh oh oh."

After coming down together, Nan Yuan came back to her senses and thought about what the two of them said, and then realized...

What does it mean that she misses him all the time? !When did she say that she was thinking of him all the time!

Duan Yijun, how dare to trick her!
Not knowing what Duan Yijun was doing, she turned around, Nan Yuan immediately made an angry grimace towards Duan Yijun, looked around and began to look for something around him that could hit him, and let him know the end of narcissism.

Still looking for it, Duan Yijun suddenly turned around and said calmly, "What are you doing?"

Nan Yuan, who hadn't had time to take back her gaze from left to right, smiled sarcastically, looked at the place where her gaze fell, and simply walked over: "I just feel a little tired from standing, and I want to sit for a while."

Seeing that Duan Yijun didn't have any worries, Nan Yuan started to search the ground again when she continued to turn around. Except for the fine sand, she couldn't find a pebble the size of a little finger on the ground.

Nan Yuan bit her lip in distress, when Duan Yijun turned her head and asked lightly, "What do you think?"

"Ah?" Nan Yuan looked blank, apparently not knowing what to say.

Duan Yijun asked the question again: "If there is any difference between Qingxin Garden and your Princess Palace, you can ask Butler Zhou to modify it."

Just happened to be troubled that there were no pebbles in the yard, Nan Yuan immediately stood up from the stool: "Yes, there is a small and exquisite pool in my princess palace, which is covered with some pebbles, and there are colorful goldfishes in the pool. Spring water overflows from the rockery, and the cycle of day and night can not only relieve my boredom, but also cool down by the pool in summer."

Duan Yijun was puzzled: "When will there be a pool in the Princess Palace?"

This question was asked as if Duan Yijun had been to the princess palace. If Nan Yuan hadn't seen a stranger in the palace palace, she would have been really taken aback by him.

"Yes!" Nan Yuan blinked guiltyly: "There has always been a pool in the Princess Palace."

(End of this chapter)