Chapter 17: The Prince and the Little Mermaid (17)

It's done, Ryan. I wish you happiness.

"He thought, lowering his eyes and biting his lower lip a little, his face grew paler, and he tried to step back.

But the next second the body returned to control, the girl in front of him looked livid and hugged him.

Anmuer was stunned.

Jessica put her arms around the boy's waist and tried to pick him up. But after becoming a human, the mermaid's weight is also close to the human standard, of course, she can not pick up.

Everyone around stared at the scene.

The prince, who has always been elegant, almost suppressed his anger, let the guards move to the wheelchair, and then pressed the same dumb little beauty on the wheelchair, pushing it with expressionless strides, walking, walking...

When everyone was at a loss, a gentle female voice suddenly sounded. Princess Delina bowed apologetically:

"Sorry, guys. That's Ryan's youngest sister, and she had a broken leg, and she wanted to dance at the ball. Although Ryan agreed to her, but it is still sad, please forgive me."

She quickly found reasons that fit all the details and successfully removed the confusion from people's faces.

Everyone suddenly saw the light, and began to talk curiously to the princess. No one noticed that the young and beautiful princess had a deep hidden bitterness in her eyes.

The beautiful young man was unceremoniously pushed onto the bed. He was terrified to sit up on the bed, but the person in front of him leaned down and stared at him:

"You like me?"

It's the only possibility Jessica wants.

With the mermaid's precious voice in exchange for the potion, willing to step on the knife point from now on - she felt dense pain in her heart, and love dearly... And messy.

She is not stupid, will not know the original plot, but also do not put the "witch" plot in mind. But with the intervention of the spirit of the Lord God, this is, strictly speaking, no longer a true fairy tale.

Anmur was no longer the little mermaid in the fairy tale, he was part of the spirit of the Lord God.

He couldn't have fallen in love with her. That's something Jessica is pretty sure of.

But now, all of a sudden, the certainties have been overturned. If the Lord God's soul can fall in love with themselves Jessica suddenly bit her lips, the thought of fear, mixed with subtle emotions.

But it's impossible. That man's eyes were indifferent, careless, and never had any emotion to spare. Even before, when she passed out in the snow, he would only raise his eyebrows a little, and he would be indifferent.

She stared at the person below her, her face pale, her lips pressed tightly, but she seemed to be in a trance.

The teenager gently raised his hand, and the ice blue magic formed in midair: "I said so, Ryan."

The girl asked abstractly, "... What?"

"I want to see land."

"And, of course, I like Lane, so I'll come first to Lane's palace. I like it here very much."

He bit his lip and bent his sunlit eyes.

"Can I stay here? Then Ryan won't have to visit me at sea."

The girl just looked at him pale, and finally, slowly let go and backed away.