The Law of Transmigration: The Black-Hearted God’s Domineering Love

Huo Mingheng gasped in shock, but Luo Liyan, who couldn't hear the sound, didn't know what was happening on his side, but was focusing on the new task.

"I have a new mission here, saying that Prince Rong's Mansion cannot be allowed to attack General Zhenbei's Mansion. Do I want to take it?" Luo Liyan asked, closing the mailbox first.

As soon as he closed the door, he saw Huo Mingheng's hand raised slightly, touching a large shiny panel in front of him.

On that panel, he was playing with his mobile phone, and he could see most of the room clearly.

Luo Liyan followed his gaze and saw several pieces of clothing piled on her bed, as well as a small blue cloth that had just been dried and put away but had not been picked up in the closet.

She blushed and rushed to the bed, rolled up the pile of clothes and stuffed them under the quilt.

Then she remembered that when she got up in the morning, she didn't even comb her hair properly. She just brushed it out twice and tied it up with rubber bands.

And that set of pajamas that were washed out and faded...

"I don't want to live anymore." Luo Liyan covered her face and squatted on the ground.

She was seven years older than Huo Mingheng. Although she didn't want to seduce a child, the child had been clamoring to marry her, but now she let him see such a sloppy side of herself.

More importantly, Huo Mingheng is a very self-disciplined person. Even if there are no servants, he can still keep the house clean, and he can vaguely see some mysophobia.

Now that he has discovered his appearance, what else can he do to save his face?

Maybe you will feel disgusted and want to swallow back all those words you said before.

Huo Mingheng was actually really shocked by Luo Liyan's messy bed, but he didn't have any dislike for her. Instead, he thought she was very cute.

It's even more adorable when she covers her face and huddles under the bed like a little quail.

"Don't be like this, I won't dislike you." Huo Mingheng chuckled and reached out to touch Luo Liyan's head.

Although Luo Liyan didn't see what he said, she could feel from his actions that he didn't seem to care about his messy appearance, and then he lifted his face from his arms.

"Anyway, I'm just so sloppy. It doesn't matter if you don't like it." Luo Liyan said, holding on to the last bit of dignity, stood up, and returned to the desk.

Only then did she see what Huo Mingheng said on her phone, "Why don't you like it? I like you no matter what you look like."

"Then you have seen me and know that I am seventeen years old now, older than your most beautiful woman in Kyoto. Do you regret it?" Luo Liyan poked the bubbles on Huo Mingheng's head.

"Why do you regret it? Men here usually get married when they are sixteen or seventeen years old, that is, in five years, I will be able to marry you. In five years, you will be twenty-two years old, and you will be able to marry me." Huo Mingheng looked at it. Looking at the bright window, the intention in his eyes became gentler.

Luo Liyan licked her slightly dry lips, "But I'm not as good-looking as Cen Jiaqing."

"Is she good-looking?" Huo Mingheng tilted his head slightly, as if thinking, and then shook his head, "Ugly! In my eyes, except for you, all other girls are as ugly as salt."

Although Luo Liyan didn't believe what he said and thought it was a bit exaggerated, she was still praised until her face turned red.