The soft and tender princess is loved by everyone and the love-brains just want to get on top

Yan Jiaojiao's feet slipped and she felt that she had lost her balance in an instant. There was nothing covering the carriage, just smooth wooden boards.

Song Shiyan just sat there quietly.

It was not until she was about to fall into his arms that he reached out to hold her waist.

"Princess, please be careful." Song Shiyan raised his eyebrows and said meaningfully.

What do you mean?

Why does it feel like he's being weird?

She really stepped on it accidentally, and even if she did it on purpose, so what?

He was the one who took advantage of her!

Yan Jiaojiao snorted angrily, "I'm hurt from the fall, hold me."

Yan Jiaojiao was standing in front of him. Song Shiyan didn't move after hearing her words, and she didn't move either, waiting to see how long he would wait.

"Princess, are you so casual with everyone?" Song Shiyan said slowly with dark eyes.

"Do you think anyone can hug me? And aren't you a woman? What's wrong with a hug?" Yan Jiaojiao retorted without hesitation.

Who does he think she is?

If it wasn't for... she wouldn't let him hug her.

Song Shiyan looked at her expression and found that she was indeed speaking very seriously. This reason inexplicably made him feel somewhat satisfied.

He suddenly discovered the advantages of being a woman, which seemed to be not bad.

"Then I'm quite honored to be able to hold the princess in my arms." Song Shiyan raised his eyebrows and smiled.

Seeing that she was still standing, he pulled her over and asked her to sit on his lap.

Yan Jiaojiao was pulled into his arms without any warning, and subconsciously wrapped her arms around his neck.

Even when sitting in his arms, Song Shiyan was much taller than her, so she put her arms around his neck, her wide sleeves sliding down, and her white and warm arms pressed against his somewhat cold neck, forming a clear contrast.

Song Shiyan naturally felt it, and he lowered his head to stare at her with a complicated expression and a slight turn in his eyes.

Yan Jiaojiao was too lazy to pay attention to him because she felt some discomfort in her ankle.

She shook her calf that was hanging on his leg and felt a slight pain in her ankle.

"Ayan, my feet hurt." Yan Jiaojiao tightened her arms around his neck, trying to get his attention.

"Where does it hurt?" Song Shiyan asked.

He sneered in his heart, what a delicate little princess she is.

He had clearly pulled her back in time just now, so her ankle shouldn't have been sprained. I don't know why her foot hurts.

"My ankle hurts, please help me take a look." Yan Jiaojiao urged him, very confidently.

Song Shiyan: "..."

Does she really think he knows everything?

He remembered that he was just a dancer now, so why would she believe that he could help her?

"Hurry up, what if I can't walk anymore?" Yan Jiaojiao told him not to move, saying impatiently.

Song Shiyan had no choice but to put her in the carriage.

"Stretch your legs out," he said.

Yan Jiaojiao put her legs on his legs.

Song Shiyan turned his head and looked at her with an unclear expression.

Yan Jiaojiao blinked and didn't think there was anything wrong.

"Host, he asked you to stretch your legs, not to put them on his legs. Song Shiyan is a prince, and no one has ever dared to put their legs on him." Cha Cha explained at the right time.

Yan Jiaojiao said nonchalantly: "Everything has a first time. Am I not testing his bottom line?"

Song Shiyan didn't let her go. He grabbed her calf with one hand and took off her shoes with the other hand, revealing her white jade-like bare feet.

Her feet were also smooth, white as jade, with rosy toes and slender ankles. He could easily hold them with one hand.

Song Shiyan pressed her ankle with his hand and asked her, "Does it hurt?"

"Kind of."

He changed his position and pressed again, a little harder, without asking her.

I heard her screaming: "It hurts, it hurts, please be gentler"

Maybe it was really painful, her eyes were slightly red and there seemed to be tears in her eyes.

"Just rub it and it will be fine. Princess, there's no need to be so nervous." Song Shiyan said lightly.

Yan Jiaojiao: “…”

It's not you who's in pain, right?

"Then please help me rub it. I don't know how to do it." Yan Jiaojiao asked confidently.

Of course Song Shiyan knew that she wouldn't do that. He had already made an exception, so this little bit wouldn't make any difference.

He did as he was told and gently rubbed her ankles with his hands, controlling the strength just right.

Song Shiyan rubbed it slowly for a while.

Yan Jiaojiao gradually felt that the pain was gone, and his rubbing was quite comfortable, so she didn't say anything and just waited quietly for him to stop.

Song Shiyan looked at her squinting her eyes and enjoying herself, feeling a little unhappy, so he stopped.

"Huh? Why don't you rub it anymore?" Yan Jiaojiao asked knowingly.

"My hands are sore." Song Shiyan made up an excuse and put the shoes he had just taken off on her back. After putting on the shoes, he put her directly on the ground.

Then he took out a handkerchief from somewhere and wiped his hands meticulously.

His fingers were long and slender, with pink fingertips and no stain on his nails.

Yan Jiaojiao moved her ankle and found that it was almost healed. She thought it was just a slight sprain and not serious.

"Ayan's foot rubbing technique seems quite skilled, but has he ever served others in this way?" Yan Jiaojiao smiled, her eyes like a cunning little fox.

"Of course not." Song Shiyan retorted indifferently.

Not to mention massaging other people's feet, he had never even had such intimate contact with another woman.

Before, his mother was dedicated to finding all kinds of beauties for him because she suspected that he liked men and wanted to turn him back to the right path.

He explained that he just didn't like ugly people, and these so-called beauties were all mediocre, either old-fashioned and boring, or worldly and vulgar.

He just doesn't like her. He likes good-looking people, at least those who have an attractive face. It's just that he hasn't found a beauty that suits his taste.

Until one day, a bold woman climbed onto his bed and tried to win his favor. He gave her a chance, but she didn't seize it. He threw her out after she died.

The mother finally stopped worrying and stopped sending people to him.

He came out this time just to have fun, but he didn't expect to meet Yan Jiaojiao.

Whether being taken back to the princess's mansion or being so close to her was not within her plan.

However, he had never felt this way before, as if he had come across a toy that was just right for him.

Song Shiyan attributed all this to the fact that Yan Jiaojiao was good-looking, which just met his requirements and was able to please him.

He moved his fingers, and he could still vaguely feel the touch of the jade feet.

Yan Jiaojiao didn't notice his actions, but just asked Fu Yue outside: "Fu Yue, how long will it take to get there?"