The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

If it was before, Feng Muting would have become violent long ago, even if he expressed his concern, he would be the first to be violent.

But now, he didn't dare at all.

He faced Su Fuliu, but he lost his temper at all.

Some are just full of distress.

He walked over, sat on the edge of the bed, looked closely at Su Fuliu: "Stretch out your hand."

"I...I'm fine. Didn't Tinglang leave? Why did he come back? If Tinglang doesn't go to the study, he should go to bed earlier?" Su Fuliu was still trying to change the subject.

But just now Feng Muting has seen how it can be transferred.

Seeing that he was still unwilling, Feng Muting stretched out his hand to grab his arm.

Su Fuliu exerted force instinctively, not wanting Feng Muting to pull out his hand.

"Tinglang, why are you grabbing my arm? I...I'm fine, you hurt me!" Su Fuliu was anxious.

As soon as Feng Muting heard him yell that it hurts to scratch, he immediately let go of his grip.

Su Fuliu blushed, her eyes were watery, but she refused to stretch out her hands and kept her back behind her.

Feng Muting looked at him, a little helpless.

Grasping Su Fuliu's hand forcibly is definitely not going to work.

That can only be changed.

Immediately, Feng Muting put his arms around Su Fuliu's waist, brought him in front of him, and kissed him directly.

The kiss was so vigorous that Su Fuliu was not given a chance to catch his breath.

Soon, the air in Su Fuliu's chest was plundered, and he had to reach out to push Feng Muting away.

But because his hands hurt, he curled his fingers and pushed Feng Mu Ting with the back of his hands.

Feng Muting took advantage of this and grabbed Su Fuliu's wrist. Just as he was about to look down, Su Fuliu quickly clenched his fist and said, "It's nothing, it's really nothing, just... just a little... Just a small injury."

"Open me and have a look, don't hold it, it will hurt if you hold it like this." Feng Muting said softly.

Although Su Fuliu clenched his fist, he could still see the injury on half of his palm, and the shocking redness made his heart ache.

Seeing that Su Fuliu didn't intend to open his palm, he leaned over and exhaled lightly at the half-exposed wound.

Again and again, the warm wind eased the pain in Su Fuliu's hand and warmed his heart.

He then slowly loosened his fist and spread his palms.

He said softly: "Ting Lang, I'm fine. I just accidentally fell and scratched my skin. I've already applied the medicine. I'll be fine tomorrow. Don't worry."

Feng Muting didn't speak, but continued to breathe into his palm.

Afterwards, he also took his other hand, put it together, shook his head slightly, and exhaled into both hands back and forth.

That warm breath made Su Fuliu's heart warmer and warmer.

He looked at Feng Moting who was yelling at him earnestly, and when he closed his mouth, tears fell down.

Although he tried not to let himself cry, but Feng Muting was right in front of him, could he not notice it?

He looked up at Su Fuliu, and saw that Su Fuliu's big watery eyes were shedding tears, and he immediately comforted him: "Okay, Ah Liu, don't cry, is it too painful?"

Su Fuliu shook her head: "It doesn't hurt, but I just want to cry."

Now that he had been discovered, he didn't hold back any longer, but burst into tears. He just wanted to cry. Seeing that Feng Muting was so kind to him, so gentle and considerate, and so meticulous, he couldn't help thinking cry.

The better you are, the more you are afraid of losing, the more you are afraid of losing, the more cautious you are.

Feng Muting chuckled lightly, then wiped his face with his hand: "What a veritable little crybag, it's these tears that softened my heart, made me cry so that I lost my temper at all."

Su Fuliu hugged Feng Muting cautiously, still crying: "I...I can't control my tears, they always fall when they say they will fall, will Ting Lang think I'm too easy to cry? ?”

"Fool, it's too late for me to love you, how could I dislike you?" Feng Muting also gently hugged Su Fuliu back, and then sighed, "Ah, I really can't do anything about you, you little idiot."