For some reason, he always felt that the dragon blood ink formation had suddenly increased in power, and it had nothing to do with the dance that his little cook danced with.

Just when he was thinking like this in his heart, he suddenly saw that his little chef, after making an amazing and difficult waist rotation, suddenly fell backwards.

"Little Chef!" He was so frightened that he screamed, rushed forward as fast as he could, and hugged Feng Jiao.

The girl who fell into his arms, her eyes slightly closed, her breathing evenly, her long and thick eyelashes, fluttering gently with each of her breaths, it was obvious that she was sleeping soundly.

It seems that the dance just now was really done while she was asleep.

The tall and handsome man, a little helpless, a little pity, and with pity and doting, gently rubbed the broken hair on her forehead, picked the woman up horizontally, sent her back to her own room, carefully covered her with the quilt, stared at her little face that made him obsessed, and looked at it obsessively for a long time, only to feel that her facial features were all beautiful, eyebrows, eyes, nose and mouth, all of which were exactly what he liked the most and made him the most excited.

He didn't want to disturb her rest, but he couldn't help it, and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead before standing up and reluctantly leaving.

He walked to the door of her room, and just wanted to reach out and push the door open, but he turned back and walked to Feng Jiao's side, looked at her stupidly, and raised his hand to help her comb a few long hairs that happened to fall on her face.

When his fingertips brushed her fair and delicate cheeks, he couldn't help but be fascinated for a while, and his gaze was as soft as water.

On the side of the Emperor's Mansion, everything has already been prepared. In the entire Ling'an City, there is almost no one who does not know that he is going to be engaged to his little cook.

Just as Feng Jiao still chose to vigorously develop the business of Fengfu Food Group at this time, Ling Yuan did not want to delay the good relationship between him and Feng Jiao because of this eventful season.

In his opinion, worrying about what may happen in the future every day, thinking about what is not available, and becoming timid, is not only not his character, but also a kind of squandering and waste of life.

If it weren't for the fact that he was afraid of wronging her, he would have been eager to directly cross the steps of engagement, marry her, and make a vow with her that he would never abandon his heart and never give up.

"Little chef, I have already thought about it for my husband, and it will be an auspicious day in three days. When the time comes, we have an engagement feast. He looked tenderly at his girl's beautiful sleeping face, whispered in her ear, and reluctantly walked out of her room.

The situation of the house in the dream finally stabilized, Feng Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, comfortably, and slept until early in the morning.

Of course, she didn't forget the dream she had.

In fact, every dream related to the ruined house and the demons left her with a very clear memory.

She even remembers the dance she danced in the dappled moonlight, remembering her every move at that time.

She vaguely felt that the dance was very unusual.

While she was making breakfast for everyone, she was thinking about it in her heart, and she was startled by someone hugging her from behind.

When the familiar breath and familiar temperature came, she breathed a sigh of relief.