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

After sunset, the night gradually fell, and the bright lanterns on the long street hung from the eaves, stretching the two figures walking in the long street very long.

In the past, every time the two of them walked together, it was Jing Ling who held Wen Momo's hand. Jing Ling was always the one who didn't talk much, and most of the time, he was the one who quietly listened to Wen Momo's words.

But this time, the atmosphere became a little weird.

Wen Momo walked ahead silently by herself, she looked down at the road under her feet, her two little hands were slightly clutching the backpack straps, and she was extremely silent along the way.

And Jing Ling followed behind her, staring at the back of Wen Momo's head the whole time.

He seemed to be thinking about the problem seriously, and the more he thought about it, the colder his face became, as if Wen Momo owed him a debt.

But Jing Ling was quite dignified, and if Wen Momo didn't speak, he remained silent.

But it didn't take long before the deadlock was broken.

At that time, the two of them were walking quietly on the long street, but suddenly someone riding a horse rushed over from a distance. The person who came seemed to be in a hurry and didn't care about the people walking on the road.

And that idiot Wen Momo was still in a daze with his head down, he didn't even notice that the man was charging over on horseback, Jingling's eyes suddenly sank, and he immediately stepped forward and grabbed Wen Momo's little hand and pulled her to the road Beside, the sound of horseshoes followed closely behind the dust.

Wen Momo was caught off guard and was pulled over, almost falling into Jingling's arms, so frightened that she grabbed his shirt indiscriminately in a panic, let out a low cry, and waited for the sound of horseshoes to go away, she seemed to realize something, She rolled her eyes in a daze, and realized slowly that she was lying in his arms, she...she was in brother Jingling's arms...

Wen Momo lowered her head and pressed against his chest, she couldn't see what Jingling's expression was like at this moment, but her heart was beating wildly because of this, and she was very nervous.

Brother's embrace...is not as cold as imagined, but...very warm...the kind of warmth that makes people nostalgic...

Wen Momo pressed against the warmth of his chest, and felt that her little face was going to be hot.

But she quickly realized what was happening, blushing and wanted to get up from his arms, but just as she was about to break free, she found that Jing Ling was almost holding her back, she tried to struggle, but failed open……

In other words, Brother Jingling didn't let her go...

The longer Wen Momo stayed in his arms, the redder her little face became. She didn't know why her brother didn't let go, but she didn't dare to ask...

Even at this moment, she still lowered her head and tightly pursed her mouth, without speaking.

Jing Ling pressed her back, and when he lowered his head slightly, he smelled some sweet scent from Ren'er, it was a very clean young girl's fragrance.

Jing Ling looked down at her head, but he didn't even realize it. When he was staring at her and thinking about something, the hand on his back moved slightly, and his slender and cold fingertips gently touched her. slapped her back twice.

At that moment, Wen Momo felt that her whole body was numb, and she was too stiff to move.

Brother, he... is touching himself.

Why does brother touch himself...

Wen Momo's mind went blank for a moment, she didn't know how to react, let alone what to think.

But the next moment, Jing Ling himself realized that he was touching Wen Momo's back. Jing Ling was slightly stunned, and immediately let go of Wen Momo, and took the initiative to take half a step back.

Jing Ling's ears were flushed, but her face was even more tense, deliberately using indifference to conceal her true emotions at this moment.