Once upon a time there was a poor little girl [Quick Transmigration]

The breeze is like water, and the moon is like practice.

Layers of crimson veils hung on the ground, and a small carved window covered a slit, and the slightly chilly breeze blew in, blowing away the hanging veils, causing ripples.

The young man in the underwear sat up from the bed with loose long hair, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and looked around in confusion.It happened that a gust of wind opened the veil and gently brushed his bare, slender and delicate ankles exposed outside the thin quilt.

With his toes slightly curled up, the boy touched the good brocade quilt and covered himself tightly.

"Young master is awake?" A soft voice sounded from outside the bed curtain, "But you are thinking of Your Majesty again?"

"...Your Majesty?" The young man was stunned for a moment, let go of the brocade quilt, and tilted his head.

Your Majesty...who is it?Why should he miss him?

The red veil hangs down long, blocking the sight in front of you.The soft voice seemed to chuckle before disappearing again.Puzzled in his heart, the young man stretched out his white wrist and stroked the veil with his fingers, trying to brush away the red in front of his eyes.

"Why did you stretch out your hand? Is it cold?"

A gentle male voice came, and the young man's fingers were suddenly tightly grasped by a generous and warm palm.The veil was pulled away by the person who came, and the eyes were bright for a moment, but a pair of black eyes as dark as obsidian were first caught in the eyes of the young man.

The boy felt his heart beat faster for a moment.

"Heh." The man smiled softly, and in a low voice, he only whispered in the boy's ear, "Did you miss me today?"

His ears went numb, the young man's complexion was slightly red, he faltered and said nothing, but looked at the handsome man wearing a jade crown with bright eyes, and his heart was filled with joy.

"His Majesty……"

The crimson veil swayed slightly, and the brocade quilt that was in the way was pushed aside, the man gently lifted the boy into his arms, and gently kissed the boy's neck like feathers.

Long black hair hung down on the couch, softly sticking to the young man's slender body. The man moved his neck back a little, and with just one glance, he saw the young man's phoenix eyes half-closed, with a thin red mark at the end of his eyes. Her lips parted slightly, as if she was about to invite and refuse.

"Hold me tight?" The man's big palm covered the slender waist, biting the boy's earlobe lightly.

The boy didn't respond, but still obediently stretched out his white and long arms, and gently wrapped them around the man's neck.

"Are you afraid?" For no reason, there was a gleam of light in the man's doting eyes. He looked at the slightly trembling eyelashes of the boy in his arms, and his voice was as gentle as jade.

Afraid?

The boy's hazy and confused heart trembled suddenly, and he raised his eyes to face the man's soft expression, which was slightly sad.

Covering the corners of the man's eyes with one hand, the young man dazedly traced, finally shook his head lightly, and suddenly murmured: "I'm not afraid."

As long as you are still by my side, what is there to be afraid of?

The soft underclothes slipped off the shoulders, and the lips were wet with each other, as if they were crying softly.

Ten fingers clasped tightly, outside the crimson veil, there was a red candle that went on and off all night.

# # #

"Well, no more..."

On the big white bed, a young man with a blush complexion murmured someone's name and opened his eyes in a daze.

The dark red curtains shaded the scorching summer sun, and the thin quilt on her body slipped from her chest to her thin waist.Blinking his eyes, Feng Ze looked up at the exquisite chandelier, and suddenly covered his forehead, and moaned lightly.

He died young, what kind of mess did he dream about this night?still with...

There was a hint of beauty on the crimson cheeks, the young man recalled the absurd situation in the dream, although he was a little resentful, but unexpectedly, he also had a little aftertaste, a little shyness...

Ah, what is this all about!

Lifting the thin quilt from his body with one hand, Feng Ze was about to get up to wash with a cold face.

Huh?wait……

Why is it so cold down there?Puzzled, he touched the bottom with his hand, and suddenly, the delicate-looking young man gritted his teeth and blushed, and shut the sliding door of the toilet tightly.

After the not-so-pleasant morning wash time, Feng Ze finally calmed down, and opened the bedroom door expressionlessly.

There was a nice fragrance in the living room, and there was a slight warm smell in the kitchen. After walking a few steps, I saw a tall and straight young man wearing a nondescript cartoon apron around his waist, holding an apron in his hand. Holding a wooden spoon, he gently stirred the casserole in front of him.

Feng Ze was in a trance for a moment.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Gu Yu put down the wooden spoon in his hand, covered the lid of the casserole and turned around. Seeing the young man's slightly confused eyes, he thought it was because he was not awake: "The porridge is almost ready, go to the dining table first Wait a while, I put the newspaper on the corner of the table, you can read it if you are bored, huh?"

As he spoke, he showed a smile, with a little tenderness in his eyes.

Taking a deep breath, Feng Ze covered his eyes, only to feel his calm heart beating faster again.The kiss on the stairs last night suddenly came to mind, thinking of the man's slightly cool breath and the tenderness that almost drowned, his body froze, he could only nod without expression, and walked to the dining table mechanically Sit down.

Glancing at the young man thoughtfully, Gu Yu turned down the heat, picked up a towel and wiped his hands, and walked up to the young man with a glass of milk: "Milk nourishes the stomach, first drink a little to rest the stomach."

Cow...milk? !

Flicking across the glass filled with white liquid with slightly frightened eyes, Feng Ze expressed his refusal.

"Sorry, I'm not used to drinking milk."

Glancing secretly at the milk cup in Gu Yu's hand, Data chooses to say that his psychological shadow area is particularly large, especially after seeing that thing this morning...

Seeing the young man's undisguised rejection of the milk in his hand, the smile on Gu Yu's face did not diminish. He just pushed the milk to the young man's hand and said softly: "...Do you really want to try it? Although it will be a bit strange taste, but the stomach is more important than that.”

Hearing this, Feng Ze pursed his lips.For some reason, he suddenly felt as if he had returned to the first world. At that time, he was still a young man, and his stomach was also not very good. Chu Xiao also patiently persuaded him, even if he hated it, he must Put your body first, and drink at least half a glass a day under the supervision of a housekeeper.

In a blink of an eye, it turned out that he had been away from that world for so long.

A sense of melancholy suddenly rose from the bottom of my heart, because the data selection had already learned to miss.

"Can I just drink half a glass?"

After a few seconds of silence, he suddenly whispered.

"of course."

Gu Yu smiled, not ignoring the flash of loneliness in the young man's eyes, but he still passed the milk to the young man nonchalantly, watching him frown and drank half a cup in one go.

Feng Ze drank in a hurry, when he put down the milk cup in his hand, a circle of milk mustache appeared around his mouth, hanging on that delicate and fair face, it was indescribably cute.

Eyes sinking slightly, Gu Yu naturally took the cup from the young man's hand.The corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he lightly pressed against the glass wall that the young man's lips had touched, and drank the remaining half of the glass of milk very naturally.

"You..." Seeing the white milk slowly flow into Gu Yu's throat, Feng Ze inexplicably blushed for a moment, as if playing back in reverse, those messy, hazy and chaotic images reappeared in his mind...

Black night, entangled kisses, shaking veils, interlocking fingers, flickering candles and——

The man in front of him had familiar and gentle eyes.

# # #

There was a bright light in the room, and Lin Jingtang was lying on the big dark brown bed. When he woke up, there was no warmth around him.

A trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes, he touched the phone from the bedside, and found that there were more than 20 missed calls and more than ten short messages.

After a brief glance, Lin Jingtang concealed the impatient look in his eyes, and slid his fingers across the sender's location, paused for a while, but still did not call back.

Click on the address book, find out the familiar name, Lin Jingtang dials the other party's number.

"Hey, Jingtang, what are you doing so early in the morning? Isn't this disturbing people's dreams?"

The man's voice was a little hoarse, and there seemed to be someone beside him who was complaining softly, so the man made a few words of comfort.

"If you have anything to say, let's do it!"

Holding the phone tightly, Lin Jingtang moved away from the microphone a little disgustedly, and then said: "I will give you a deposit of [-] yuan, and help me check someone."

"Who is it?" As soon as the money was called for, the man on the other side of the microphone became energetic, and his voice was a little flattering, "Jing Tang, tell me, brother will check it for you right away!"

Sneering disdainfully at the man's greed for money, Lin Jingtang glanced at a photo frame beside the bed in the bedroom.Inside was a group photo of two people. In the photo, the two teenagers leaned shoulder to shoulder, smiling brightly and carefree.

"Help me find the chief executive of the Feng family, the price will definitely be indispensable to you."

Swipe your fingertips over the boy in the blue shirt standing next to the boy in the black sportswear in the photo, his expression is a little stiff and helpless, his pretty lips are slightly pursed, but it looks like a shy smile.

Are you smiling...

The corners of Lin Jingtang's lips were slightly pursed, and the curved arc was unexpectedly similar to the boy in the blue shirt in the photo.