"Darling missed me!" Seeing the black vortex swirling in the little girl's eyes, the crown prince chuckled softly.
Everyone who heard this sound felt slightly tickled.
Qiao Mu wasn't sure what was happening to herself, but she kept feeling that her heart was throbbing nonstop like a beating drum.
Her little face seemed to be burning, and a tall and straight figure was reflected in the recesses of her pitch-black eyes.
'This smug punk! She didn't miss him!'
Our dear Qiao Mu stretched out a hand to push away the handsome face that was almost within reach, her small stoic face letting out a humph.
Once she lowered her head, she then discovered that clusters of small flames had long burnt the dozens of slithering small snakes to ashes when she wasn't paying attention.
The remaining small flame on the ground left a faint purple glow. The crown prince actually used a purple flame!
