Chapter 5 The Prince and the Little Mermaid (5)

Jessica: "..."

It would have been fine if it had been for another reason, but she couldn't beg for it after what she had been told...

Anmur had uttered that sentence with a certain bad taste. Looking at the tangled expression on the girl's face, he smiled on his face, but there were no waves in his heart.

It's unusual for him to carry her all the way, and now that someone else can take over, that's great.

Jessica finally nodded, "So... Well, you can put me down here..."

The little mermaid looked at her with her beautiful ice-blue eyes, and when she let go of her hand, she was about to put her into the sea. Suddenly, the girl hugged him in silence again, and looked up and asked:

"What's your name, by the way? I'll be at sea again in a few days. What do you want in return?"

She actually remembered to repay.

Anmur was amused, but his ice-blue eyes met those brown ones, and his expression paused before he bit his rosy lips and whispered:

"... My name is Anmur. '

'Anmur,' he said. The girl read it again, as if with a gentle tone, making the little mermaid's eyes darker. Strange feeling flowing in the bottom of my heart, suddenly let him feel a little unspeakable irritability.

Jessica did not see the icy expression on the beautiful boy's face, so she loosened her hands and pushed her away from her side.

The raging water covered her in an instant.

Jessica's cheeks turned red after she swallowed a few mouthfuls of water. She spat out the salty water and waved furiously at the ship:

"Hey -- help --"

The little mermaid, who had already swam some distance, was a tiny figure. He held on to the rock protruding from the sea, and looked back with a slight frown on his delicate eyebrows.

The scent of the girl's body still seems to linger around, but the soft touch and warmth are far away.

The people in the boat soon found the drowning prince, and the servants worked together to save the prince into the boat, and covered him with a snow-white bath towel. A beautiful princess stepped out of the crowd, took out her handkerchief with concern, blushed slightly, and wiped the damp forehead of her companion.

The prince's brown pupils reflected the sun, and his dazzling blond hair was soft and close to his neck, but it was not embarrassed at all, still warm and elegant. He said gently:

"My name is Ryan. Thank you, Princess, for saving me."

Princess Delina saluted him with her dress on her arm:

"Needless to say, it's a pleasure to meet you. So you are Prince Lane... When my ship passed the waters ahead, I heard them say that His Highness had fallen into the sea, and he was very worried... I'm glad you're all right."

In the eyes of others, she was indeed saved by the princess, and Jessica had to kiss the back of the girl's hand politely according to aristocratic etiquette:

"No, I must thank the princess. If it weren't for you, I'd be buried at sea."

Princess Delina blushed and whispered:

"Why, you are serious..."

Not far from the sea, the beautiful young man looked at this scene without expression.

His long white fingers gently against the hard rock, ice blue hair half in the sun, half submerged in the blue water, rippling moving.

But the same ice-blue eyes, it is indifferent cold emotion.

He lowered his eyes and pressed his thin petal-like lips.

The mermaid's existence was not to be known, as she should have done in the presence of the people on the ship -- to show gratitude to another person, and promise to reciprocate as she had promised him.