Adorable Concubine from Heaven: The arrogant prince only pets snacks

Chapter 41 Faith ([-])

Jing Ye hooked the corner of his mouth, and a slightly mocking voice sounded in Lin Yi's ear.

"Lin Yi, do you really think of yourself as a pocket dog of the Western Regions?"

Jing Ye didn't intend to confess this matter to Lin Yi at first, but seeing Lin Yi getting more and more used to the daily life of a dog, he really couldn't stand it anymore.

"Be patient if you don't agree. This king likes to see you not willing to do it but you have to do it." Jing Ye's voice was a little brisk, like a ruffian.

"Can you write your own name?" Jing Ye asked solemnly, pretending not to see Lin Yi who was struggling in his arms and kept rolling her eyes.

Lin Yi's body froze, could she say that she didn't know a single word?
Growing up in a laboratory, she is most familiar with various medicines.

As for the rest, it was blank.

Jing Ye put Lin Yi at one end of the desk, holding a wolf brush in his hand, and the word Lin Yi was formed in one go, freely swaying.

Majestic and unrestrained.

As the saying goes, words are like people.Jing Ye's handwriting is enough to match his flourishing beauty, as well as his strong bones.

"This is your name." Putting down the brush, Jing Ye said to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi blinked her eyes cutely, and then her little paw landed on the wet ink.

The snow-white rice paper slowly left full paw prints, and the word Lin Yi was also blurred.

Is that her name?Why does it feel so troublesome?

Lin Yi turned her head arrogantly, pointed her little butt at Jing Ye, her feet were stained with ink, and ran happily on the rice paper.

After a while, Lin Yi's whole body was covered with ink, one black, one white, and a whole little tabby cat.

Jing Ye held his forehead, is this childlike innocence?

Jing Ye sat powerlessly on the chair, sighing secretly in his heart, the road to reforming Lin Yi is really a long way to go, why does it feel like there is no hope in sight.

At this moment, Jing Ye felt his arms suddenly sink, and when he looked down, he found the dirty Lin Yi nestled in his arms.

Even those who offered treasures jumped up and down on Jing Ye's body, leaving drops of ink.

"Wang Wang Wang."

"Why not Huahua?"

Lin Yi tilted her head, looked at the small spots on Jing Ye's clothes for a while, and then at the blooming flowers on the rice paper, as if she understood something.

Lin Yi climbed onto the desk again, stunned by Jing Ye, rolled over in the inkstone, covered in ink, and jumped into Jing Ye's arms with lightning speed.

Jing Ye looked at himself wet and cold, his pitch-black robe, and his face was as black as ink.

However, Lin Yi was still dissatisfied and rubbed against Jing Ye's body, and even wanted to climb Jing Ye's clothes and lick Jing Ye's face.

Jing Ye froze, the moment Lin Yi's warm and soft tongue touched his cheek, the movements of his hands actually slowed down.

It wasn't until he felt the cold and wet feeling on his face intertwined that he realized that his actions and thoughts were out of sync again.

"Ink" Jing Ye stretched out his hand to touch his cheek, but found that his hand was full of ink.

Looking at his hands, Jing Ye can completely imagine what his face looks like.

"Come here, bring in a bucket of warm water." Jing Ye ordered outside the door.

It's really suffocating feeling that you don't get angry in one place, but you have nowhere to vent it.

Jing Ye ignored Lin Yi's ink and clumps of hair, put her in his arms, then pretended to pick up the brush, lowered his head as if he was writing vigorously.

　Is anyone watching? It's so quiet.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)