The prince blinked and slowly tilted his head.

He looked up at Chen Feng, then looked down at Chen Feng's right hand, then he slowly leaned over, opened his mouth, and carefully stretched out his tongue tip, pressing against Chen Feng's ring finger exposed from the gypsum.

Then, he licked it gently.

Chen Feng stood there in a daze.

The moist, warm touch touched his fingertips, and a heat flow began to flow from the place where he touched, flowing through every nerve, every bone, and every piece of flesh and blood on his right hand.

Chen Feng looked down at his right hand in a bit incredible manner.

Move for a moment.

No pain, no discomfort.

His right hand was restored.

Chen Feng looked at the prince blankly, touched his head, and murmured: "...Your Highness, what kind of monster are you?"

The prince's head moved and gently rubbed Chen Feng's palm.

A wonderful idea slashed into Chen Feng's mind like lightning.

As if to prove his almost absurd guess, Chen Feng pressed his index finger against the prince's forehead and said softly intrigue.

"Your Highness, change."

The prince closed his eyes and threw himself into Chen Feng's arms.

He rubbed Chen Feng's chest very gently.

The next moment.

The weight in Chen Feng's arms suddenly decreased, and what he pressed against his fingertips was a furry little thing.

It has white fluff and black wings, and it tightly slids Chen Feng's clothes without letting go.

This is a round, soft, well-behaved, obedient, and beautiful little thing.

Chen Feng's Adam's apple rolled dryly and blinked incredibly.

He carefully held it in his arms like a treasure.
Chapter completed!