He unconsciously glanced at Meng Youning, but saw that the other party had no expression on his face.

Is this reasonable?

Qi Ran's eyes widened slightly, full of curiosity.

I thought such a delicate woman would start crying out loud after kneeling for a while.

After one stick of incense.

Qi Ran reached out and silently poked Meng Youning, "Doesn't your knee hurt?"

Meng Youning: "Not bad."

After a while, Qi Ran kept squirming on the spot, sometimes reaching out to knock on his waist, sometimes reaching out to pinch his shoulders.

In just the blink of an eye, he changed into no less than three postures.

Every time he moved, his whole body moved unconsciously towards Meng Youning.

He stopped only when there was only half a finger between them.

Qi Ran hammered his knees lightly, sitting on his hips. "You don't have to be so obedient. You can move a little, so that your body won't feel so uncomfortable."

Meng Youning hummed softly but remained motionless.

Qi Ran looked up to the sky and sighed, "You really don't feel any pain in your knees?"

Meng Youning: "This is an order from the prince, and the prince has acquiesced. Since he has acquiesced, he should kneel."

"I really admire you. My knees are hurting so much." Qi Ran simply lay on the ground, crossed his legs, and put his hands behind his head. "If you want to kneel, you kneel. I don't want to kneel anymore."

As he spoke, he hummed a cheerful little tune.

He half closed his eyes in enjoyment.

A breeze blew by, and I just lay on the ground casually. It was so comfortable.

After a while, Qi Ran opened his eyes and glanced at Meng Youning, only to see that the other party was still in the same posture as before.

Just as he was about to speak, a faint voice suddenly came from in front of him, "Prince..."