From every angle, they are almost identical, except for their bearing, and bearing is an acquired taste.
Are they twins? This is probably the most reasonable explanation.
The king wiped slowly and carefully. He wanted to wipe away all the dust, busyness, and anxiety on her face. He used this gentle movement to calm her and relax her.
"Does Your Majesty have an older brother or younger brother?" Dai Yuan went straight to the point.
The king shook his head.
"If I had, I wouldn't be as lonely as I am now."
Dai Yuan thought again, the old men had seen Daodao, they should have mentioned it to the king. Is there something hidden here?
"Would His Majesty be surprised if someone looked like His Majesty the King?"
The king was still wiping her face.
"No." He said calmly.
"Why?"
"Because this face is not mine in the first place."
…
Dai Yuan swallowed. This was the most shocking thing she heard tonight. Could it be that the painted skin has reappeared? Or is it cloning? In this cold weapon age, there is not even such low technology as bullets. Cloning is such a high technology, Dai Yuan.
Don't believe it, it can be found here.
The king continued. He wiped it carefully, even the eyebrows, just like wiping an Aladdin's lamp to discover some miracle inside.
"Your Majesty, would you like to talk?"
"You are a curious little painter." The king said in a loving tone. This tone made Dai Yuan particularly warm. Who wouldn't like the feeling of being loved?
The little woman felt a little embarrassed in her heart.
"If the little painter wants to hear it, are you willing to tell it?"
"Okay, okay, let's satisfy the little painter's wish. Who asked the little painter to work so hard to draw so many carbon drawings of beauties for me?"
The king's words gave Dai Yuan an inexplicable feeling of being able to rely on her, as if she was with him and didn't have to think about anything, just act coquettishly. What a happy feeling it was. If it weren't for her own identity, she would really want to
Having such a life makes me satisfied.
She is someone who is easily satisfied.
At this time, she felt that she was a little lolita and the king was a gentle uncle.