Chapter 13 The Prince and the Little Mermaid (13)

Anmur knew that, subconsciously, she believed her grandmother.

It's not that I don't trust Ryan, but if you think about what lies between this love - the identity of human fish, it's not just the difference in appearance.

It almost represents land versus sea.

Moreover, this feeling is from beginning to end his wishful thinking, including the initial love, and later that abrupt and hasty kiss. He knows that it represents his strong and suffocating mind, but the other side?

She doesn't understand anything.

It was more than a month before the young prince finally got around to sailing again.

Jessica went with the servants, and when the little mermaid arrived as promised, she smiled at him and waved, "Come on, I've brought you a lot of fruit and cakes, you're going to like them."

The little mermaid watched her quietly, her ice blue hair rippling with the water. It was a few seconds before he jumped lightly into the boat and heard the girl's cheerful voice:

"I have told my servants that they will not come near here today, and I have brought toys and storybooks to tell you stories." Do you want to hear myths or tales from the land?"

Anmur looked at her with dark eyes.

Not hearing the little mermaid's answer, Jessica looked up at him.

Unexpectedly, the beautiful teenager in front of him did not show interest, but bit his lip, until he bit a small tooth mark, and then hesitantly raised his head and called her softly: "Ryan..."

This sound makes people's heart first crisp three points, Jessica fixed her mind, then looked at him: "Huh?"

He bit his red lips again, as a habit, paused, and looked at her from under his long eyelids:

"You'd think the fish tail... Is that strange?"

The blonde girl startled down, but did not answer immediately, but showed a silent look.

Anmur's heart rose.

His eyes were dark, his pretty little face was pale, and his white teeth clenched his lips.

The girl said, "May I touch it?"

Touch with Touch it?

Her beautiful eyes widened. The little mermaid looked at her in surprise, her long lashes quivering, and after a long moment she nodded.

The girl put out her fingertips and carefully touched his smooth and beautiful fish tail -- the boy's delicate face could not help but blush, and he averted his face in embarrassment, feeling the beating of his heart, deafening.

Jessica only touched it, then withdrew her hand, bent her eyes, "No, I like it very much."

Be fond of

The young man paused, his face turned crimson, his white earlobes crimson, and he bit his lips, unable to speak.

She's telling the truth.

By nature, mermaids can tell the difference between truth and lies.

He could clearly perceive that what she was saying was true from the bottom of her heart, without a trace of impurity.

Anmuir only felt a burning sensation in her earlobe.

He blushed and glanced at the girl.

Telling mermaids you like their fishtails is like telling humans you like their legs... The words themselves have a certain sense of flirting that makes people blush.

The girl is serious.

Anmur knew she didn't mean anything else, and couldn't help but puff out her white cheeks.

He said, "I want to hear Ryan's story."

Soft voice into the ear, Yu Chu Zheng down, see a young crimson side face, inexplicably touched the head, smiled: "Good."