"We're talking about business."

Yingqian let go of the hand holding Pulin's chin, took two steps back, shrugged towards Michael, and complained:

"You have no idea what Aulé named that dog! It sounds like he's about to pick up a customer at the door!"

"If the queen doesn't like it, just change it."

The corners of Michael's lips raised. He walked to Yingqian and helped her straighten her slightly wrinkled cuffs.

Unknowingly, Yingqian's movements were restricted.

Let her just stay with you.

At the same time, he did not forget to look at Pu Lin and asked softly:

"What was your Royal Highness talking to the Queen just now?"

Michael's eyes were like brown gems.

Shining with gleaming light.

Pu Lin only felt that her eyes were in a trance.

The whole person was about to drown in Michael's eyes.

Don't say it's just a problem.

At this moment, Michael asked her to jump off the building, but she probably wouldn't even think twice about it.

no way.

Men are seductive.

"That's it." Pulin pursed her lips and returned to her previous enthusiastic and cheerful look. She stared at Michael, her voice trembling a little, "I was visiting the castle just now and was bitten by a dog.

, was seriously injured. I just hope that my mother can help me punish the dog, so..."

Yingqian opened his mouth after hearing this.

I don't want to continue listening to her nonsense.

She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips at Pulin's paw-wrapped hands.

"Open it and let us take good care of you."

Pulin snorted softly.

He seemed to want to say something.

But she glanced at Yingqian, her eyes moved around between her brows, and then swallowed her words inexplicably.

Michael noticed this scene.

He frowned slightly.

"Tear it down, tear it down."

Prinn pouted.

Unfold the gauze layer by layer.

This repetitive action lasted for nearly fifteen minutes.

Yingqian had already yawned three times.

Leaning on Michael's shoulder, he almost fell asleep.

Even if it's an amputation, it doesn't need to be wrapped so thickly, right?

She was bitten by Xiao Xiangxiang.

It's not like letting zombies chew your arms clean.

Yingqian complained crazily in her heart.

Finally, Pulin removed the last layer of gauze.

She held up her good hand.

Pointing to the bottom of his thumb, he said:

"Look!"

Yingqian squinted his eyes.

Her face almost touched Pulin's hand, but Michael calmly pulled her back to her side.

There was indeed a light red mark on her hands.

That's not even as obvious as a mole.

There are no broken skin or wounds.

If it weren't for Yingqian's eyesight, it would be pretty good.

You have to use a magnifying glass to find it.

"What a shame."

Yingqian took a breath of air and said to Michael nervously:

"Go find a doctor quickly, otherwise the wound will heal!"

Michael chuckled.

"Yes, my queen."

"Mother!"

Pulin let out a piercing scream from her throat.

She jumped out of bed, walked quickly to Michael, then raised her hands and said pitifully with a trembling voice:

"Michael, I'm injured! I've never been injured since I was a child, let alone bitten by a dog. It hurts so much..."

This doesn't seem to be false.

As a princess, of course she is delicate and fragile.

For Yingqian, there was no need to even look at the wound.

When it comes to Pulin, it's a big deal that the sky is falling.

"I saw it, Your Highness Princess."

Michael lowered his head.

Eyes full of worry glanced at Pu Lin's palm.

Then he said:

"Do you still want to attend the banquet tonight?"

Pulin was stunned.

But Yingqian couldn't help it and laughed "Puff".

Unexpectedly.

This little prince is quite interesting.

Even he felt that Pulin's wounds were nothing.

Instead of worrying about Pulin.

It's better to worry about the banquet.

It would be quite troublesome to cancel.

"Michael..."

Pulin's eyes were red.

She tugged on Michael's sleeve, as if she wasn't going to let go even if the sky fell.

"Please stay with me, or I will follow you wherever you go!"

She held her head high, her dark blue pupils filled with admiration for Michael.

Pulin’s feelings.

Not so much that I like it.

It would be more appropriate to call it longing.

But Michael obviously had no intention of responding to the little princess.

He politely but firmly pushed Pulin's hand away.

"I'm sorry, I still have a lot of things to deal with. I can't stay here with you, but I can find..."

"I don't want anyone else!"

Before Michael could finish speaking, Pulin had already spoken again.
To be continued...