Fast Travel: The Patient Villain Is a Love Brain

The girl's soft impatience came from the curtain behind her, and Ryan didn't seem to find a proper solution: "Sorry miss, I'll have someone repair the carriage tonight."

This seemed the most reasonable solution the puppet servant could come up with.

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome."

Mixed with the girl's cheerful voice, Li Yan got out of the car and squeezed into Laian's arms again.

"As long as the space is small enough, it won't be swaying!"

Li Yan was imprisoned in his arms, Ryan didn't know how to refute this nonsense, maybe he didn't want to refute at all.

The wide skirt fell on his flat suit pants, and she nestled in his arms like a boneless elf.

"Lyan, you look so handsome holding the rein with one hand, just like a galloping knight."

Wearing sturdy armor and holding a sharp sword in his hand, he rode his horse on the dusty path and hunted down the fleeing suspects.

knight?This word seems to stimulate the puppet's chatterbox.

"According to age, it's time for you to choose a knight."

"You are my knight!"

In order to better maintain the pure soul of this only daughter, the Metya family does not allow any man to contact him for a long time except her father, except for this doll, which is not considered a man.

Or maybe it was because they had enough respect and trust for the original owner, no one believed that the current Li Yan would take the initiative to kiss a puppet who seemed to have no soul.

Li Yan looked at his smooth jaw line, he really didn't have any characteristics of a puppet, he looked completely human.

Have no soul?

But when she was conscious, she felt that he was very familiar.

However, the image of a puppet can perfectly cover up her boldness. After all, she still has no ability to resist the Metya family and the royal family.

Ryan was surprisingly silent, and Li Yan didn't seem to notice the strange silence.

Ryan just had an urge to deny or refuse.

He didn't want to be Li Yan's knight.

In his cognition, a knight is just a low title given to protect the safety of the lord.

Compared with this "honor", his current status seems to be more comfortable.

And in fairy tales... princesses never choose knights.

...

Ryan helped Li Yan get off from the gorgeous carriage, looking at the huge castle manor, Li Yan didn't feel any disturbance in his heart.

The more splendid and grand the place, the more it looks like a hell that cannibalize people without spitting out their bones.

Stepping on the clean floor to the spacious stairs, Lean Cheng was by his side, dutifully playing the role of a servant.

"Miss, do I need to bring dinner into your room for you?"

Mrs. Metya never allowed her daughter to eat in her room, she had to dress neatly and dignifiedly, and sit at the dining table to eat the dry food that was not enough to fill her stomach.

Even though he is a nobleman, he can't even do something as simple as getting enough to eat.

When Li Yan thought of the disturbing incident in the morning, she was even less in the mood to eat.

"Tell my mother for me that I'm not feeling well, so I don't need dinner."

The puppet knew that this was just a prevarication, so he nodded slightly: "Of course."

At night, Li Yan stood in front of the window looking at the stars at dusk, and the movement behind her disturbed her thoughts.

"Miss, it's time for you to take a bath."

Ryan stood in the doorway, a towel draped over his arm.

The gorgeous and heavy dress is still on her body, even if Li Yan wants to untie it by herself, she can't do it, because putting it on requires seven or eight procedures.

A lazy person like her just wants to dismantle violently.

"Lian, help me."

The girl opened her arms, and Ryan walked over naturally.

His movements are delicate and gentle, his eyes do not contain any desire, and he is extremely calm.

After about half an hour, Li Yan dried her body with a bath towel and changed into a nightgown.

The cotton nightdress is very conservative, only revealing a swan-like neck and a pair of white and tender feet.

When she stepped on the ground, Ryan picked her up and placed her on the stool at the end of the bed, wiping the water off her feet with a clean towel.

Li Yan tilted her head and stared at his serious appearance, then suddenly said, "Lian, do you know what happiness is?"

Ryan's answer was like the standard answer in the textbook: "If the master is happy, Ryan will be happy."

"My name is Metya Li Yan, if you call me by my name, I will be happier."

Ryan raised his head slightly, as if he didn't understand why Li Yan was so obsessed with the name: "It will offend the master."

"No, it's not an offense to do what makes me happy."

"Li... Li Yan." Ryan said awkwardly, as if he was stimulated after violating the prohibition.

Li Yan ran her fingers through Ryan's silver hair, stroking the roots of his hair with her fingertips: "Lian is very good, I am very happy."

She is like a guiding teacher, helping Ryan to perceive strange emotions a little bit.

Ryan made a silent note in his heart, if Ryan is good, the master will be happy.

Li Yan couldn't put it down because of Ryan's beautiful hair. His hair was very smooth, not fake. When he pinched two hairs with his fingertips and pulled them, they seemed to be quite tough.

"Will it hurt?"

Ryan has no expression on his face, he is not human and will not feel pain: "Lian is just a puppet, Ryan does not feel pain."

He answered very honestly.

Ryan doesn't seem to be against the fact that he is a puppet, and he never shy away from it.

Li Yan's finger slid down to Ryan's cheek, it was a little cold, and she lifted his face up: "Lian is not a puppet, Ryan is just Ryan."

The puppet was very greedy for the warmth of the palm, but it didn't dare to transfer its own weight to the girl, so it could only slightly tilt its head against the girl's palm.

But his empty eyes revealed a trace of confusion, as if he didn't understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Corian is really just—"

The girl's lips moved closer again, blocking Ryan's words.

He will not respond, but will only accept this tenderness that does not belong to him obediently.

Greedy and secretive.

Li Yan raised her head, with a charming sullenness: "Lian, I don't like this sentence, so I can't say it anymore."

"Yes, Master."

Li Yan took a breath, and knew that he would not be able to change his titles for a while.

Ryan stood up and wiped the girl's dripping hair delicately and gently, for fear of destroying the soft luster.

It was the first time that Li Yan was cared for wholeheartedly, and she felt a little sleepy in such a comfortable and secure environment.

She leaned against Ryan's abdomen sideways, not hard, it seemed to be because of the magic, and even a little soft.

Maybe it was too curious, Li Yan's fingers dishonestly undid a button, wanted to feel if it was made of wood, but found that it seemed to have abdominal muscles.

She sneaked a glance at Ryan as if he had done something bad, and saw that he continued to work like a log, and when he didn't have the slightest desire, Li Yan also stopped in boredom.

Li Yan was already fast asleep by the time Ryan wiped her hair dry.

Ryan picked up Li Yan and placed him on the soft silk bed. When he was about to leave, he found a corner of his tuxedo in Li Yan's hands.