Mo Yan admitted that at first, his eyes were drawn to the other person, but after Fu Liu appeared, he suddenly realized something and focused on his painting, reminding himself not to let his mind wander.
"Your Highness, I've already said I didn't push her! Why won't you believe me?" Fu Liu frowned, feeling the pain in her foot, and was somewhat disappointed. Why wouldn't Mo Yi believe her?
And that little princess, she only touched her hand, why was she so nervous? She didn't do anything herself.
Just then, a few coughs came from the bed, and Wan Ge slowly opened her eyes.
What comes into view is Mo Yi's handsome face, while Mo Yan sits on a chair to the side, his well-defined hands holding a small white porcelain teacup.
Wan Ge's beautiful eyes seemed filled with confusion as she looked at Mo Yi before her and softly asked, "Did Your Highness save me?"
Although she lost consciousness at that time, in the instant before losing consciousness, Wan Ge clearly remembered that it was Mo Yan who saved her.
"No, it was Ayan who saved you." Mo Yi gently stroked Wan Ge's hair, his tone full of doting and concern: "How are you feeling now? Are you still in pain?"
Wan Ge answered softly again, her eyes still looking timid: "I'm fine, thank you for your concern, Your Highness."
After saying this, she also looked at Mo Yan: "Thank you for saving my life, Your Highness."
"Your Majesty...Princess, there's no need to be so polite." Mo Yan's hand holding the teacup tightened unconsciously, and he felt particularly uncomfortable, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.
A voice suddenly arose in his heart: Should he repay the debt of saving his life with his body? Besides, they had already been intimate.
Mo Yan seemed to recall the feeling of holding the other person's soft body in his arms when he picked them up.
They were the ones who actually had intimate contact; Wan Ge and her brother never did.
After this thought popped into Mo Yan's mind, she suddenly felt terrified. Why would she have such a thought? But her ears still couldn't help turning red.
Mo Yi's gentle voice continued, "Little Wan Ge, do you still need to be so polite with me? By the way, why did you fall into the water?"
Upon hearing Mo Yi's question, a hint of embarrassment crossed Wan Ge's face: "I was too close to the lake and accidentally fell in."
"That Miss Fuliu?"
"Sister Liu only spoke a few words to me. This matter has nothing to do with her. Please don't blame Sister Liu, Your Highness." Wan Ge's voice was still soft, but there seemed to be a hint of grievance in her tone.
Is the other party going to play the villainous female supporting character? Then Wan Ge has no choice but to play the scheming female supporting character.
"I understand. I won't make things difficult for her, don't worry." Mo Yi reached out and patted Wan Ge's head again.
Mo Yi recalled touching her like that when he was a child, but later, due to the difference between boys and girls, even though he treated her like a younger sister, he never did it again.
In addition, after he became the crown prince, he had too many things to do, so the two of them had less contact and became even less close, and such incidents became even rarer.
Mo Yi didn't really know why he had never wanted to marry her. Maybe it was because he treated her like a younger sister, or maybe he still had someone else in his heart, or maybe he was just too busy.
But now, looking at the delicate young girl in front of him, Mo Yi thought it might not be impossible for him to marry her.
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