Young Master’s Favorite, Where is She Going?

"it is good."

The pace of leaving seems to have become easier.

Not long after Feng Lidan left, the sleepy white robe woke up somehow.

Feeling holding something in his arms, he then remembered that Feng Litan wanted him to keep it.

He stretched out his uninjured hand and took out the contents of his arms.

fan?

Or a folding fan full of ancient flavor.

It's the same as the folding fan played by the children of the royal family and nobles in the ancient TV series.

It's just that the workmanship and material are obviously not available on the market.

He didn't know much about fans, but the one that Feng Li Yan asked him to keep, at first glance, was specially made by hand for a lot of money.

He lacked energy and didn't open the fan to take a closer look. After seeing what Feng Liyan asked him to keep, he took the fan back into his arms and continued to sleep.

Wen Xiaoai slept in a daze. Hearing someone calling him, he subconsciously called Jun Moyan's name without opening his eyes.

She opened her eyes and saw that it was Feng Lidan. She pressed Nu Xiaozui disappointedly, turned over, turned her back to Feng Lidan, and continued to sleep.

"Little princess? Get up."

"..."

"Little princess? Get up quickly." Feng Lidan pushed her shoulders.

When Wen Xiaoai mentioned the quilt, he directly covered the person with his head in the quilt.

Feng Lidan reached out to pull at her quilt, but did not pull it off.

"Little princess, get up quickly, we are back to the demon world."

Wen Xiaoai suddenly opened his eyes when he heard these words, and his whole body became energetic.

She lifted the quilt and turned back to look at Feng Lishan.

"...Back, back to the demon world?"

"Yes, hurry up."

"..."

Wen Xiaoai stared at Feng Lidan for two seconds. After confirming that he was not joking, he lifted his hand directly, grabbed the quilt, and hid again, this time he would be caught by the horns to death.

"Little princess, stop making trouble, get up quickly and we will go back." Feng Lidan said in a worried tone.

Because he was afraid that Jun Moyan would come back suddenly.

It must be troublesome to walk by then.

"I'm not going back." Wen Xiaoai's flustered and stubborn voice came from under the blanket.

"What do you mean by not going back?" Feng Lidan frowned immediately, a little angry.

"You want to stay here all the time? Don't forget what your identity is. You don't want the cat demon clan? You don't want Ye Qi? You don't want the patriarch?"

Seeing Feng Litan getting angry, Wen Xiaoai immediately opened the quilt again, propped up his upper body, and said uncomfortably:

"I want, I just, I just don't want to go back..."

"Because Jun Moyan?"

"..." Wen Xiaoai remained silent, but flattened her mouth, her hands clenched into fists, and her eyes slowly turned red.

When Feng Lidan saw her like this, he felt angry and distressed and helpless.

He was reluctant to yell at her and scold her, so he could only persuade her with all his heart.

"Xiao Ai, Jun Moyan is a human being, you are a demon, there is no possibility between you, don't be stupid."

"I don't care, I'm going to be with him, and I'm going to marry him." Wen Xiaoai was dying, and when he said that, he lay back on the bed emotionally.

"Yao Wang, go back by yourself. Go back and tell the patriarch's grandmother about me and Jun Moyan. If she agrees, I will take Junmo Yan Hui Yaozu to see her. If she doesn't agree, I will..." Wen Xiaoai My heart became very uncomfortable, and then I couldn't continue.

"If the patriarch doesn't agree, will you never go back?" Feng Lidan looked at her, his hands on the bed clenched.