"No, it's not..." Han Yiyi hurriedly raised her eyes and shook her head, "After all, you are His Highness... Yiyi dare not..."
"Is that so..." Yue Jinfeng curled her lips. After all, he is His Highness?
Poke, does that woman treat him as her royal highness?
Not at all, okay?
Wait, = =, what does he want her to do again?
"Um……"
Yue Jinfeng said, "Yiyi, can you still walk?"
"Yeah, okay"
"Then, let's go to the party hall?"
"Yes, Your Highness..."
Yue Jinfeng stood up, Han Yiyi tried to stand up
"Ah..." Unexpectedly, the twisted foot was still very painful. She frowned and sat back on the bench, then looked up at Yue Jinfeng, "It doesn't seem possible, otherwise, Your Highness... you go first."
Leave her here alone?
"No," Yue Jinfeng frowned. She helped him that night. "It's too cold here, and it's not good to be alone."
"But..." Han Yiyi shook her head, "I'm sorry, Your Highness... Yiyi really can't leave..."
"Then," Yue Jinfeng thought for a moment, "I'll carry you over."
Hearing this, Han Yiyi's eyes flashed with cunning.
"Excuse me, Your Highness..."
"It doesn't matter"
After Yue Jinfeng finished speaking, she wanted to hold Han Yiyi up and hug her.
However, when his fingertips just touched her waist...
"Who said it doesn't matter! Yue Jinfeng! I don't allow you to hug her!"