The villain of Quick Transmigration is too deep

Chapter 243 Give My Princess a Prosperous Wedding

When the two elders leave,

Only then did Fei Yan sit awkwardly opposite Mu Qing, her eyes flickering,

"Xiao, Xiaoqing, you just said that"

Before Fei Yan could finish speaking, Mu Qing spoke up first,

"My brother just told my aunt that I haven't agreed to be your girlfriend yet. What's going on?"

Sure enough, Fei Yan's expression was slightly embarrassed, he lowered his head and dared not look at Mu Qing,

Seeing this, Mu Qing was surprised, this guy didn't look so shy outside, why did he look so dazed in front of her?

Pretending to be serious, with an upturned 'Huh? ' sounded,

Only then did Fei Yan raise his head, and the long-lost stuttering attribute was triggered again,

"me,…"

Mu Qing held back her laughter, closed her eyes and said aggrievedly,

"What about you? Do you dislike me as a fish and think I'm not good enough for you?"

Fei Yan quickly shook his head to explain,

"No, no, I don't think I'm good enough for you, Xiaoqing. Xiaoqing is a princess in the sea, but I'm just an ordinary person. I'm older than Xiaoqing..."

As he spoke, his voice gradually decreased.

"Xiaoqing is so young, how could I have such nasty thoughts, I am such a beast, I clearly wanted to be raised as a younger sister at first..."

Hearing this, Mu Qing laughed aloud, cooperating with him was entangled with the issue of age, but she had told him many times that she was already old, and it was he who insisted on treating herself as a baby who hadn't grown up.

"Ah Yan, I'm already done, I'm not young"

Fei Yan looked up and said blankly,

"But I'm already 28"

Mu Qing counted with her fingers,

"What's wrong with 28? We're only ten years apart. My mermaid father and mermaid mother are hundreds of years apart."

Fei Yan clicked his tongue, "Okay, how many hundred years old?"

"That's right, my uncles and aunts are at least dozens of years apart."

In the fairy world, her senior brother is a million years older than her, but he is only ten years old now.

She stretched out her little foot and kicked Fei Yan's thigh,

"So brother, do you want to be with Xiaoqing?"

Fei Yan lightly grabbed her ankle, stopped her troublesome little feet, looked up at Mu Qing, and said in a serious tone,

"Does Xiaoqing like brother?"

"I like it, I like my brother the most"

"What about Shen Che?"

Mu Qing's eyes were full of doubts, she tilted her head,

"Huh? What's the matter with Shen Che?"

Why did you bring up that silly boy at this time?

I saw Fei Yan pursed the corners of her lips, and said nervously,

"Does Xiaoqing not like Shen Che?"

Mu Qing stretched out her finger and pointed at herself, her face full of doubts again,

"Me? I like Shen Che? Why do I like him? I haven't seen him a few times in total. Every time I meet him, he's always dumbfounded."

Only then did Fei Yan raise the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes lit up, and asked again,

"Then, then Xiaoqing likes me, what kind of likes do you like? Is it the same as your sisters like you, or..."

The words were blocked in his mouth, Fei Yan widened his eyes, staring blankly at Mu Qing who was close at hand,

With her hands on the sofa, she leaned over and kissed the corner of her mouth, and then she didn't move away, she opened her eyes and looked at herself, her face was reflected in the blue pupils like a vast ocean,

"Brother, what kind of preference do you think?"

He felt Mu Qing's soft lips trembling between his own, and his warm and sweet breath sprayed on his cheeks, the two of them intertwined each other, and the surrounding temperature rose instantly.

Fei Yan clenched his hands into fists by his side, his heart beat out of rhythm like a drum,

Which kind do you like, which kind...

His eyes darkened, and the dark brown pupils were deep and willful, full of intoxicating affection. He didn't know when and where this affection came from, as if it came from the soul, from instinct,

He opened his clenched hands, gently encircled Mu Qing's waist, and brought her to his side. He lowered his head, held her soft lips, and rubbed them slowly until the two of them lost their breath, and then they retreated. Retired, with a deep and hoarse voice,

"Has Xiaoqing made up her mind? Really, is it this kind of liking?"

Mu Qing opened her eyes slightly, looked up at Fei Yan with blushing cheeks, his forehead was covered with a thin layer of fine sweat, and some heavy breathing sprayed on the tip of her nose, making people a little confused, she nodded, lightly Responded, "Yes"

With a soft crying voice, it sounded like strong wine in Fei Yan's ears, so that he couldn't find his thoughts for a while, clasped his fingers with Mu Qing and carried it behind her, wrapped her waist around her waist and held her back. press yourself,

He lowered his head and kissed her smooth and white forehead lightly, and then all the way down, the wide eyes, the small tip of the nose, and then the soft lips that make people indulge in it, the warm and sincere kiss swept over like a storm,

When the situation got out of hand, Fei Yan suddenly stopped, just hugged Mu Qing lightly, put his head on her shoulder,

After a long time, she got up and pecked her forehead with her head down, her voice was hoarse and low,

"My mother is right. Two years to prepare for our wedding is a bit of a rush. I need to start preparing now to give my princess a grand wedding."

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