Seeing Chu Ci pursing his lips and pinching the quilt with his fingers, the little stubborn appearance of me living and dying with the quilt was a bit funny.

Originally, when he was undressing, he regretted what he said before, but since the words were spoken, he was indeed tired these days and didn't bother to care about it.

After all, even if she was a little clever, she couldn't turn the sky over with him. Chu Ci's every move was under his control, and this little cleverness was more like a self-rejection who realized that she could not run.

It was also really strange, he really didn't expect that there was a royal family like Chu Ci hidden in the Feng Xiao royal family.

But when he lay on top of the collapse, there was a faint smell of vanilla and the warm quilt under him. His eyes were narrowed, and the regrets disappeared instantly, and the sleepiness swept up. .

This feeling loosened his brows.

‘Xiao Mo’s love value +4, currently 9. ’

It's just that the faint smell of vanilla around that, which didn't originally belong to this carriage, still made Xiao Mo Kuang a little uncomfortable.

But the accident was not so repulsive. It was even the first time to be so close to this little emperor, and also the first time to be so proactive to be close to a woman.

Perhaps it was a kind of appreciation from learning about the flooding of the Huaijiang River, or her performance and words just now were too natural, and her emotions did not make people feel disgusted at all, so he did not reject such approach.

He glanced at Chu Ci, who was shrinking at the foot of the bed, widening his moist eyes like a cat. His black eyes were dim.

What's more, the little emperor is accustomed to the name of the little emperor. Even if Chu Ci is sixteen years old, it is already the age when people should marry in the folks, but I don’t know if the care in the palace is really that bad. Carefully, this little guy is too squeamish, not only thinks she is young, but also looks young.

Xiao Mo Kuang raised his hand and pulled on the quilt again.

I still didn't move, feeling the temperature under my body, and thinking about the temperature that was indeed a little cool at night recently, I also had a spectrum in my heart.

He already had internal strength to protect himself, and he didn't feel much, but this little girl couldn't.

Thinking about this, he didn't drag the pitiful little quilt anymore. He was indeed extremely tired, lying on the outermost part of the collapsed, still separated from Chu Ci by the greatest distance he could keep. Go to sleep like this.

however.

The little girl seemed to come to him specifically.

When he was groggy and about to fall asleep, he only felt a commotion next to him, and the little girl raised her hand to reach him.

Xiao Mokang's heart sank, his body was slightly taut, but his face was still calm, without opening his eyes.

When Chu Ci was about to touch him, his fingertips moved slightly, and he wanted to hold Chu Ci's hand backhand, but before he moved, he felt Chu Ci's breath pause.

Then the corners of his white shirt seemed to be pulled by something, thought for a while, and tugged.

The little girl's voice was slightly lower, "Tao Fu? Tai Fu?"

Xiao Mo Kuang:...

Found that he didn't respond, and even his breathing became more stable, Chu Ci pulled the corners of his clothes even louder, and the voice was a lot louder, and continued to call him.

In the end, she seemed to be annoyed, and approached him, almost opening his throat and shouting in his ear.

"Master!"