Transmigrate to be Queen

"When you help me take a bath, I'm also lovely. I don't know whether it's hot or tired. Anyway, I usually have a small white face and become red like a big red apple. People can't help but want to bite, but I'm afraid to scare you away. I always think in my heart, but I don't dare to take action."

The thought of Man'er's wet bangs and his increased breathing due to force suddenly made Zheng Fusheng feel hot and dry. Thinking about where he was, he raised his hand and rubbed his face. It was really hot. It was wrong. Zheng Fusheng patted him on his face. It was funny.

Just think about it like this. Man'er is really his weakness. If someone threatens himself with Man'er one day, he should... This idea frightens Zheng Fusheng. Where do you want to go? He will protect Man'er and will never let Man'er be threatened or hurt.

It's enough to hurt once. Zheng Fusheng doesn't want to come for the second time. He holds the palm on his side into a fist and gently swings it twice on his leg. If you want to hurt Man'er, be ready for injury. No matter what tricks you use, I will let you have no return.

Zheng Fusheng turned his eyes to Man'er and wanted to see what Man'er looked like now. It was just those thoughts that made his mind fluctuate. He never found that even if he was around Man'er, he would still miss her. When he couldn't see it, he thought of pain in his heart.

Such feelings made Zheng Fusheng worried and afraid. He was afraid that he would be afraid of hands and feet when doing things in the future, and that Man'er would be hurt because of his utilitarian heart in the future. If Man'er was hurt, he thought he would be crazy. The more he got along with Man'er, the more he couldn't let go. If something happened again, He thought he might kill the man, not impulsively, but necessarily.

Finally, she looked at Man'er, but found that she didn't look at herself, but carefully sketched on the paper in front of her. After carefully drawing this pen, she raised her head again. Just in front of Zheng Fusheng's eyes, she showed a bright smile. Yes, it's brilliant. It's a smile without half a haze, clean and pure.

"Fu Sheng, hold on a little longer and don't move. You look so cute just now. I'll draw it down and let you see what you look like when you're cute."

Ning Xiaoman said as he accelerated the speed of his hand. The characters on the drawing paper took shape at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zheng Fusheng obediently let him stay there, motionless, and let Man'er paint him happily. With each stroke, Zheng Fusheng seemed to hear the voice depicted in his heart, as if Man'er's every stroke was painted in his heart.

"Well, Fusheng, see if you're cute?"

Ning Xiaoman finished painting and blew hard with his mouth to make the painting dry quickly so that he could lift it up and show off with Zheng Fusheng.

Zheng Fusheng stood so quietly. Instead of bypassing the table to take the initiative to look at the painting, she looked at Man'er with tenderness in her eyes. What she drew was herself. Man'er drew it one by one. Now, in order to let herself see it earlier, she pursed her small mouth and blew a gentle wind.

Suddenly, I was a little jealous of the painting. If the gentle wind was blowing directly towards me, it would be nice. It was a trace of tenderness with a maner breath. But now, I gave it all to the painting, but I couldn't even be jealous, because it was also me.

"Well, Fusheng, look how cute you are."

Finally, he dried the ink on the painting. Ning Xiaoman picked up the top two corners of the painting and raised the painting to Zheng Fusheng. Zheng Fusheng in the painting was counting with his fingers, and the side face of his head hung down on the picture.

Although you can't see the face, you can see that the people in the painting are full of joy. They seem to be thinking of something beautiful. There are a little subtle lines in the corners of their eyes. That should be smile lines. Only a smile from the heart can leave clear lines on such a young face.

"Well drawn."

Zheng Fusheng took the painting and was afraid that Man'er would be tired after holding it for a long time,

"Well, people are actually very cute many times, just from your point of view."

Ning Xiaoman held her waist with her hand and shook it slightly, with a trace of satisfaction and fatigue,

"In fact, life is like this. You have love in your heart. Everything you see is love. You have hate in your heart. Everything you see is hateful."

"Fusheng, I hope the things you see every day are lively and fresh. They all have love and feelings. Only with these in your heart will you have more love and feelings."

Ning Xiaoman leaned across the table, and Zheng Fusheng understood it all at once.

He leaned his body further, and then they kissed gently across the table. It was an experience without trying. Their bodies were separated by space, but their lips and teeth depended on each other, which made Zheng Fusheng wonder. It turned out that when we yearned for love, even those with a distance could not separate us.

"Man'er, I'll draw one for you, and let you see if there is love in my heart."

Zheng Fusheng picked up his pen and drew Man'er, who had just held his waist and swayed slightly. Man'er in the painting half twisted his head, his face was facing the front, but his body didn't. from this angle, you can clearly see Man'er's slightly convex belly and a proud smile on his face.

On the third day of seclusion in the palace, Man'er asked the Lord to draw her a picture called lovely. In one picture, the Lord learned what love is, what tolerance is, what distance is, and what closeness is. On this day, a lot of cognition of Lord Chun Zheng Fusheng has undergone earth shaking changes.