Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

Hearing Ji Shih's voice, Chengling finally came to his senses, stretched out his hand to take the teacup in Ji Shih's hand in a daze, but didn't drink it, but slowly lowered his head, pursed his lips and said in a low voice: "nothing."

Seeing Chengling like this, Wen Momo couldn't help asking her cautiously, "Do you not like watching it? Why don't we go play somewhere else?"

Wen Momo herself doesn't have much feeling for watching a movie, if Chengling is not happy, then don't look forward to it.

Ji Xiaoxiao also nodded and echoed, "That's right, anyway, I don't like to watch it, so I think it's some kind of rare performance."

Seeing that they all said this, Chengling said yes softly.

She didn't dare to say, she saw this scene and thought of that person...

She didn't dare to say that she used to sit in the first row of seats in the teahouse stage in Syracuse, watching the man on the stage sing, and he also performed this scene...

Chengling thought she could do nothing about herself, but even just watching a scene related to him, Chengling felt a dull pain in her heart.

Because of this, Chengling didn't want to play anymore, but she didn't want to spoil Wen Momo and Ji Xiaoxiao's interest, so she stayed with them until it was late, and Chengling said goodbye to them and returned to her palace.

That night, Chengling tossed and turned on the bed until midnight and finally fell asleep, but she had a dream. In the dream, Li Yu only sang operas for her to watch. Stirring her heart like that everywhere, making her happy, finally he walked in front of him, he kissed himself, and gently called her "little princess..." in her ear, in such a loving and caring tone...

Then, she was caught off guard by a sudden abdominal pain, and it was Li Yu who stabbed her while smiling.

Chengling woke up in shock, and sat up from the bed at once, with cold sweat dripping from her forehead, she covered her face, slowly curled up and hugged her legs tightly, her two little hands trembling slightly.

She whispered with her lips and teeth, but couldn't make an accurate sound.

He subconsciously covered his lower abdomen again, and took a slow and uncomfortable breath.

She doesn't know how long it will take before she can get out of Li Yu's haze, and she will work hard to get out...

For myself, and for every relative and friend who worried about her...

...

The next day, too hospital.

Mo Zhifei yawned and put Li Yuanju's booklet on Jingling's desk, "Master Yuanju asked you to register this, it will be used later."

After Mo Zhifei finished speaking, he turned around and left to continue yawning, but after walking two steps, he suddenly realized something, was taken aback for a moment, then turned back...

In the end, I saw Jingling sitting in front of the desk, eyes slightly lowered, writing something with a pen in his hand. Although he still looked indifferent, he was obviously absent-minded.

As for the brochure Mo Zhifei put beside his desk, he didn't even glance at it. He was obviously thinking about something and didn't even notice what Mo Zhifei came to say.

Mo Zhifei leaned over to take a look curiously, but before he could see what was written on Jingling's paper, Jingling closed the book, raised his eyes coldly and asked, "What's the matter?"

Mo Zhifei noticed that Jing Ling's icy expression was slightly flustered, as if he was afraid that he would see what he had written...