Crossing the Queen Feitian: The Harem Male Concubine

Chapter 494 [Ending] Flowers in the Mirror, Moon in the Water, Childish Heart (9)

Even his hands began to disobey!

He slowly raised his hand, and touched the child's delicate face... As he saw, it was very similar to Yu Feitian's small face - his fingertips tremblingly stroked the child's eyes...

"Hmm..." Fei'er closed her eyes, and his fingers touched her eyelashes, itching.

He touched it for a long time. At first, Mayfair felt itchy and fun. After a while, she felt that this feeling was very warm. When Mayfair opened her eyes to look, she stared at the man's pupils, which changed from silver to white. Turned into water blue, no longer such a ferocious face, uncle looks very good-looking, and...

"Uncle's eyes are exactly the same as Mayfair's!" the child shouted happily.

As if awakened from a dream, he repeated: "Fair...Fair?"

"Yes. Mayfair is my name—"

"You... are Fei'er... Fei'er..." He repeated the child's name as if looking for a demon. It was similar to Fei Tian's name and Fei Tian's appearance. color eyes!
Fei'er tilted her head and looked at him who was silent. She smiled and told the strange man: "Mo Yu said that it was taken by the queen herself, and Granny Yushi said that Fei'er's name sounds the best!"

He read it silently, with a choked sob, mixed feelings: "You are Fei Tian's Fei'er...my...child?"

Being so close, Mayfair couldn't hear what he was babbling alone.

She felt that she had been away from the pavilion for a long time—

"If Fei'er wants to sit in the pavilion, Mo Yu will be angry when he sees Fei'er is disobedient—uncle, do you want to sit in the pavilion too? It's windy here in the pond."

"Can I?"

"Yes! This is Mayfair's garden. Mayfair promises you to sit in the pavilion. Mayfair will play the piano for you, okay?"

Although she doesn't know how to play the piano yet, when she first saw him, Mayfair only had an infinite sense of intimacy.

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Not far away, the woman's pale face faced the dust in the wind...

In the wind, there is the smell of sand.

After being rough, there is a scent of wind...

At least, she has smelled it.

She watched the child pick up the man on the ground, and drag him to the other side of the pavilion... At this time, all the hot feelings surged in her heart, washing away the cold heart that had been frozen for many years.

(End of this chapter)