Chapter 19: The Prince and the Little Mermaid (19)

Such a cost-effective thing.

He leaned over a little, deep blue in his eyes, then pressed his hand against his pillow and raised himself.

He asked softly:

"Would you mind... Love me?"

Under the person's eyelashes a flutter, and finally slowly opened his eyes, a pair of clear and gentle brown eyes, fixed gaze at him, with inexplicable emotions.

The young man's slender thick eyelashes blinked, and his white cheeks showed small soft dimples.

Leaning slightly over, his hands on her shoulders, he slowly climbed into the bed, buried his pretty cheek on her neck and rubbed it gently, his voice soft as usual: "Ryan, you're awake."

After a pause, he added softly:

"You're awake, why are you pretending to be asleep?"

Jessica let him hold her, staring at the ceiling, terrified to think --

Of course To know what you think.

Tossing and turning all night, worrying about the pain of each other's walking, not knowing whether the knife will stab the body... Wondering what it means to stab the body and what it means not to stab the body.

Until the kiss on the forehead, and the voice of the young man like a sigh...

Everything is settled.

The boy stood up from her and looked at her through his beautiful icy blue eyes. Jessica stared back, feeling confused for a moment. She didn't know what to say.

"It's good to wake up."

The pretty boy suddenly smiled.

In the glittering eye pupil, as if floating full of peach blossoms in March and April, with a little lingering and bright, Anmuer gently held her wrist, fixed with a hand on her head, smiling, with a strange meaning.

Slender white fingers gently touched her, young eyes dark, low voice:

"I can do this for you, you clearly don't hate me, why must..."

He did not go on.

Jessica shakes her head subconsciously. "I..."

"Ryan, don't say it." The young man suddenly smiled, his beautiful white cheeks, soft dimples looming. He said softly, "You said you didn't like me... I don't want to hear that."

He bent his eyes, watery ice blue eyes quietly looked at her, soft waxy Waxy way:

"I like you best."

The girl's eyes widened.

She looked at Anmur with some disbelief.

A long, white hand reached out and gently covered her eyes. The young man's soft voice:

"Ryan, what to do? I really like you, I want to hide you, only I can see..."