However, as soon as she thought of the word "tryst", Ling Yuan's prosperous beauty actually appeared in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but blush.

However, she only struggled for a small moment, and was still shy about whether the festival would fall and touch it, so she decisively chose the latter.

Feng Jiao lay on the bed with the black cat in her arms, reached out and touched his little fluffy head, and whispered in his ear: "Don't you want Yunshen and Qianmo to know that you took advantage of the dark night and high wind to run out and ask for touch?" ”

Ling Yuan: "......"

The little chef is really bold!

It's okay to run out and ask for a touch, what's going on with the saying that the night is dark and the wind is high!

Before he could have a seizure, the claws of a little witch who always liked to meow with her spicy hands had already accurately dropped her hand behind his ears and began to gently stroke his cute and soft little ears.

The sensitive area was touched, which made him a little embarrassed and angry.

"Hey, little chef, what are you doing!" He lowered his voice in warning.

"Nothing. You let me touch it, rest assured, I will never tell anyone. ”

Ling Yuan: "......"

Very good!

In the past, he was threatened by her with food, and it was okay. After all, he needed those delicacies to fill his stomach, and he also needed to rely on those foods rich in pure immortal qi to maintain a good night's sleep.

But now she actually changed a routine for him to threaten him!

It's annoying to think about, but it's a pity that I still have to try to keep smiling.

Maybe it was because he was really angry with the wave of operations of a certain little chef, and that night, when Feng Jiao fell asleep, Ling Yuan was still awake.

In the room where the lights are out, there is only the moonlight outside, and the faint cold light through the window paper.

In this dimly lit room, the little chef's little face of bullying frost and snow and the size of a palm is a little unreal, but in this dark night, there is a certain magical temptation.

This magical allure reminded Ling Yuan of the night he found her in that house in Qinchuan City, when he stretched out his little paws to touch the little girl's cheeks, which made him feel a little loved......

He stretched out his little paw and stroked her face a few times, and when he saw that she didn't react and was still asleep, he suddenly felt a feeling of unhappiness in his heart.

Such tender, smooth and soft cheeks, as attractive as a peeled boiled egg, if he touched it with human fingers in human form, it would definitely give him a completely different feeling......

Wait a minute!

What was he thinking?!

How could he have such a thought after the little girl had fallen asleep?!

His dignified Emperor Zichen is not the kind of disciple who takes advantage of the little girl!

But why is the little chef not only able to meow, but also his little claws and ears, but he can't do anything?!

It's not fair, it's not fair at all!

This kind of thought seems to have taken root in his heart, and it seems that there is a soft feather that keeps gently plucking his heartstrings, making him toss and turn and sleepless, and he doesn't know what to do!

Finally, he miraculously got out from under the little cook's arm, and quietly returned to his human form, and his slender white fingers gently brushed her cheeks, and still on her soft cheeks, like a dragonfly, poked lightly......