The Clingy Spirit Of The Blackened Male Partner [BL/QT/edited MTL]

The Little Prince Is So Milky 4-5-6

The flowers in the imperial garden were blooming more and more brilliantly, and Luo Ning fluttered at the butterflies. The colorful butterflies were very beautiful.

But Luo Ning was just playing for fun and would not really hurt the butterfly's wings. The crimson brocade clothes among the flowers were more delicate than the petals, but they were not tacky. On the contrary, because of his clumsy movements, he looked charming and naive.

Pei Ling stood aside and waited. Seeing that Luo Ning couldn't hit it no matter how hard he tried, he looked like a stupid fat goose, and the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously.

Luo Ning got tired after playing for a while, his face was red with heat, and there were beads of sweat on the tip of her nose. Pei Ling stepped forward to wipe him, and Luo Ning fell on his waist, panting, feeling the material of Pei Ling's clothes was a bit rough, so he said, "why do you always wear such plain clothes? I will give you the best silks and satins when we get back."

Pei Ling pinched his little ear and said, "thank you, Your Highness, but I am not worthy of using brocade. This is the most appropriate thing."

Luo Ning looked up at him, his eyes watery, "but you are mine, so you should use the best."

Pei Ling looked at his serious appearance and smiled a little. Such a small person acted seriously.

But he knew that Luo Ning really thought so. As a prince, he was never arrogant. In this palace where slaves deserved to be trampled on, he could actually feel respected by the seventh prince. This innocent heart had not been stained...

What a good kid.

Sometimes Pei Ling would rather keep a distance and not be so relied on, otherwise he is afraid that one day he will not be able to be cruel. He feels a little disappointed when he thinks that such clean eyes will be closed forever.

Luo Ning no longer had the energy to continue flapping the butterflies, and wanted to go back with Pei Ling.

At this time, something suddenly jumped out of the flowers and rushed over. Luo Ning was hit by his calf and fell to the ground. His butt hit the stone. A dull pain came from the child's skin. Luo Ning's skin was sensitive. The circles around his eyes were red, tears fell out, and he couldn't help but cry.

The one who knocked him down was a small dog, grunting and running around.

Luo Ning couldn't stand up, so he opened his hands to Pei Ling in grievance.

Pei Ling quickly picked up the person, looking at the dog with cold eyes. The puppy shrank its tail in fear, and the person following behind also rushed over. He had a short body, blue clothes, and was also a prince, older than Luo Ning, he saw that the pet he brought caused trouble, so he still attacked the most valued Seventh Prince.

He hurriedly apologized. If the emperor's son was frightened, his father would definitely teach him a lesson.

Luo Ning was a little speechless. His butt must have been bruised a lot, but the person in front of him was a child who also apologized. How could he be so fussy?

He tugged at the corner of Pei Ling's clothes and sniffed.

Pei Ling felt the moisture on his neck, as if he had been lightly pricked by something. He glanced coldly at the erring prince, and saw that the prince was so frightened that his face was pale and trembling with fear, so he had to give up.

Quickly taking Luo Ning back, he wiped away Luo Ning's tears, gently rubbed his back soothingly, and lowered his voice, "Your Highness, does it still hurt?"

The tip of Luo Ning's little nose was red, like a rabbit, and his eyes were washed with water. He looked very pitiful, and he shook his head.

The pain subsided by now, but Pei Ling's embrace was so comfortable that Luo Ning couldn't bear to leave. He put his little hands around Pei Ling's neck and nestled on Pei Ling's shoulders.