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

Wen Momo suddenly felt that the jujube fruit she ate was sweeter than the candy she ate every time. I don't know if it was her illusion.

She slowly bit the fruit in her mouth, lowered her head, and her ears were red, even more crimson than the fruit she ate.

When she slowly ate half a bag of fruit, Jing Ling finally finished the work at hand, picked up the backpack she put on the table, and told her to leave.

Wen Momo nodded, took the unfinished bag of fruit, and followed Brother Jingling.

When walking out of the Medicine Pavilion, Jing Ling told Mo Zhifei and the others that he would send Wen Momo back first before coming back.

Mo Zhifei nodded knowingly, "Don't worry."

Luo Xi also nodded, "Be careful on the road."

And Zhao Rushuang looked at Jing Ling, then at Wen Momo, and finally lowered her head to write her report. Although she could already see what Jing Ling was thinking, her mood was still very complicated.

After all, it is the person who is on her heart, she can't just let it go if she really let it go, it will still be uncomfortable in the end.

But Wen Momo obediently said goodbye to them one by one, so approachable, well-behaved and sensible, it's hard for people not to like Wen Momo.

Naturally, it was impossible for Zhao Rushuang to resent Wen Momo unreasonably, it was just that she was depressed by herself.

After Jing Ling and Wen Momo left, Luo Xi went back to the medicine shelf to sort things out, and from the corner of her eye, she inadvertently caught a glimpse of Zhao Rushuang silently lowering her head and scribbling on the paper, slightly dazed.

At that time, after leaving the imperial palace, on both sides of Changlin Avenue, the afterglow of the setting sun covered the entire avenue in yellow and orange, and the golden light shimmering in the gaps between the trees swayed and swayed on the ground, elongating and walking on the avenue The two figures of...

Jing Ling held Wen Momo's little hand, but she had a different feeling from before. It seemed that when she held Wen Momo's hand like this before, she wanted to protect her from wandering around, but this time... …

He held her little hand, feeling the softness and smoothness of her little hand, pressing gently against his palm and fingertips.

I don't know how long he walked, but before Jing Ling knew it, his fingertips were slightly rubbing her little finger.

But Jingling didn't feel anything was wrong, but Wen Momo felt numb for a moment...

Originally, Brother Jingling was just holding her hand as usual, and Wen Momo was quite happy shaking his hand, but after a while, Wen Momo felt Brother Jingling's fingertips lightly twitching. Gently squeezed her fingers, the movement was very gentle.

Wen Momo seemed uncomfortable all over, but she didn't resist, on the contrary... a little shy, she liked being fingered by her brother like this.

It's just...it's a shame.

Jingling first noticed that Wen Momo's head was lowered and her ears were getting redder, and then she slowly realized that she lost her composure by pinching her fingers.

Jing Ling's ears were also slightly red. If it was in the past, he would probably let go of Wen Momo and stay away from her, but at this moment, Jing Ling knew what he was doing, and instead... just grabbed her like that. Holding Wen Momo's little hand tightly.

As he walked, he slightly lowered his purple eyes to see Wen Momo's little ears that were getting redder and redder, as red and tender as a little white rabbit.

Suddenly, Jingling's Adam's apple twitched, she grasped her little hand, and stopped in her tracks.

As soon as he stopped, Wen Momo was forced to stop too, with a blushing face and a small mouth: "Brother...why, aren't you leaving?"

Jing Ling was still holding her thin white hands, pinching her knuckles bit by bit, as if to suppress something.

But he couldn't restrain himself in the end.