"No, this is nothing."

Michael turned around, his brown eyes still filled with gentle light under the dim light of the lantern.

"Everyone in this palace respects you very much, queen."

He raised his hand.

Covering the back of Ying Qian's slightly cold palm.

After pausing for a second, Michael's crow-feathered eyelashes trembled, as if he was a little surprised. He sighed softly and murmured:

"Your hands are cold and your body has not recovered yet. I should not have allowed you to come out."

"This is my fault, please forgive me, Queen."

"If you don't mind..."

He lowered his eyes.

A faint blush appeared on her fair cheeks.

Slender fingers slowly slid up, grabbed Yingqian's cuffs, pulled slightly, and covered her hands.

Body temperature rises slowly.

Yingqian was stunned for a moment, looked at Michael's hand holding her cuffs, and asked:

"Why bother?"

She tilted her head, her eyes full of confusion.

I don't care about Michael's reaction either.

Turning her palm, she took Michael's hand generously.

Michael's eyes widened.

Their skins were intimately attached to each other at a moment he never expected.

Yingqian is still ill.

Being blown by the wind again, my body temperature was a little low.

There is a slight coolness in the palm of the hand.

But incredibly soft.

Michael didn't even dare to use force.

If Yingqian hadn't been by his side right now.

He even has doubts.

Have you trapped a cloud in the palm of your hand?

It feels soft and cool to the touch.

The warmth blends in each other's palms.

soon.

Yingqian's body also felt Michael's body temperature.

The distance between each other is too close.

Shoulders together.

Even the breathing frequency is gradually blending.

Michael was surrounded by the strong fragrance of roses in the center.

This is the taste of Yingqian.

As tough as ever.

Occupying and devouring the space that belongs to Michael alone.

But he couldn't refuse.

His steps became stiffer and stiffer.

He didn't even dare to turn his head to take a look at Yingqian.

Yingqian didn't pay much attention.

Still thinking about the looks in the eyes of those maids and guards just now.

Each and every one of them looked like they were looking at the enemy who killed their father.

Can it be called love?

The people here are so strange!

But when I think about it, they can't even figure out how to deal with a dog.

She has to report it to the queen for processing.

It seems understandable.

Yingqian rubbed his face, walked to the end of the stairs, looked at the huge door in front of him, and asked:

"Is this where it is?"

"Hmm?..Yes...Yes."

Michael was still in a daze.

As soon as Yingqian opened her mouth, he couldn't help but look at her.

Her eyes are pure black.

Like a magnificent and mysterious black gem hidden in the deep sea.

"Then I'll go in. You can go back first. You don't have to wait for me here."

Ying Qian nodded.

Before letting go of Michael's hand, he squeezed it twice as if he were taking advantage.

It's just the feel.

It was not the same softness and softness as she had imagined.

Michael's palm actually had a thin layer of calluses.

But she didn't wait for Yingqian to continue thinking.

Michael had already taken the initiative to let go of his hand, as if he hadn't noticed Yingqian's behavior. He took two steps back, raised the corners of his lips, and whispered:

"It's already very late, I'd better wait for you here."

"No, I remember the way."

Yingqian was very confident, crossed his arms, and urged:

"There will be many things to trouble you tomorrow. Go back quickly. This is the queen's order."

Behind the door, there is a magic mirror.

This is quite a rare treasure.

How can it be known to others.

Of course she sent Michael away.

Michael saw Yingqian's determination. He blinked slowly and his eyes swept over the closed door behind her.

But he said nothing.

He just bowed slightly and spoke in a gentle and gentle voice:

"Then I'll leave first, and please go back and rest early."

"I know, go ahead, go ahead."

Yingqian waved his hand perfunctorily.

Michael turned around and was about to cross the corner when he turned back again, staring at Yingqian with his jewel-like brown eyes.

"Your eyes are very beautiful. Good night, Your Majesty the Queen."

Yingqian leaned against the door and nodded expressionlessly.

She almost opened the door just now.

Michael's sudden words made him break into a cold sweat.

Michael chuckled and did not look back this time.

The sound of footsteps is gradually fading away.

Soon, it completely disappeared without a trace.

Yingqian was relieved.
To be continued...