Slowly inhaling, closing the exercises, and opening his eyes, Xiao Yu finally woke up from a new round of hard work.

The carriage under the seat was still moving forward smoothly and quietly.

The prince of Nangong on the soft couch opposite was still sleeping lightly with an even breath, sleeping quietly and peacefully, without any worry.

The long fox tail shook, and then sensed that Xiao Yu had finished practicing and got up, and the little thing hurriedly ran over with joy, looking like he was begging to hug and touch.

Xiao Yu smiled slightly, lowered his head and hugged Ah Tong.

To be honest, Xiao Yu can really feel that his attachment to this little guy is already very deep.

If one day, I finally become alone, what I want to take with me the most is this little thing that has been cultivated into a human form and is very psychic, right?!

Thinking like this, Xiao Yu's gaze couldn't help but sweep towards the Nangong prince.

In his deep sleep, his face remained unchanged.

couldn't help it, Xiao Yu quietly asked herself:

If one day, I can finally leave, then, does the person who fell asleep on the couch also have this kind of attachment and reluctance with himself?

After ringing for a long time, I couldn't get an answer that satisfied me and was reassuring, so I had to give up and stop it.

Standing up slowly, Xiao Yu stood at the car window and looked at the scenery.

I hadn't heard the prince of Nangong ask Lan Zhengyun for anything again, and their group had already automatically embarked on the road back to Ancheng.

After so many days of bumpy journey, Xiao Yu realized that his own strength had almost recovered under such rest and conditioning.

When facing Lan Zhengyun's ugly face covered by the curtain again, Xiao Yu felt that he could not be threatened at all.

It's just that because of the face of the prince of Nangong, he tried to endure it as much as possible.

Fortunately, the number of times that guy came to this carriage was actually not very much.

seems to be in a hurry to cure the eyes of the prince of Nangong, every time, the prince of Lan will bring a person who looks like a medical officer, come in in a hurry, and then leave with a disappointed face.

Every time, Xiao Yu, who tried her best to reduce her sense of existence to the freezing point, would always pack up the carriage after they left in a hurry, first throwing away a few seat cushions that she thought were unclean, and then opening the windows as soon as possible to ventilate.

It's just that the unpleasant faint rancid smell left in the carriage every time will always make Xiao Yu disgusted in private for many days.

And her various busyness only made the prince of Nangong, who had to sleep on the soft couch, become more and more quiet.

Sometimes, even for several days, Xiao Yu couldn't hear him say a word.

Even when he was awake, he just stared at a pair of black eyes, staring at the top of the carport, not knowing what he was thinking.

The only thing that taught Xiao Yu to feel a little incomprehensible was that every time, no matter when she leaned on the carriage and began to fall asleep, the prince of Nangong would always find her in time as soon as possible, and unusually accurately captured her into his arms sleeping on the soft couch.

This made Xiao Yu very incomprehensible:

In other words, how did the prince of Nangong, who is known as a completely invisible man, do such an accurate job? !

Naturally, with such doubts, Xiao Yu never asked after seeing the thin lips of the prince of Nangong who were pursed like a clam shell.