It's night.

The door to the room was gently pushed open, as if afraid to wake up the sleeping girl.

Tiptoeing open the futon, the bricks quickly entered the bed. The stiff body didn't dare to move, and when he saw the sleeping flower sacrifice beside him, Murong Jing seemed to be relieved.

The anxious heart was put into his stomach again, and his trembling fingers reached into Hanasai's waist, and finally took the person in his arms.

It may be that he was afraid of waking up the Flower Festival, Murong Jing didn't dare to get close to the Flower Festival, but what people didn't know was that the Flower Festival was awake now. Maybe she woke up the moment the door was pushed open!

[Host? You tolerate him...... Holding you like this? When did the dog host have this good temper, or did she face the person who raped her?!

- What are you panicking about?! Didn't they come to warm my bed?

The game is meant to be played slowly, isn't it?

Every day after that, Murong Jing did not linger in front of the flower festival except for coming to accompany the flower festival to eat and quietly climbing the bed at night.

In this regard, the flower festival laughed and said nothing!

On this day, King Jing's Mansion should be said to be repaired. Murong Jing specially came to bring the flower sacrifice back to King Jing's mansion.

"Rou'er, I'm sorry, that's all I can do!"

Murong Jing locked the iron ring to the bare feet of the flower sacrifice and held the feet of the flower sacrifice.

"I didn't expect the prince to prepare this?" The flower festival smiled, as if there was no reluctance at all.

"When we get married, I'll unravel it." Murong Jing stroked the little face of the flower sacrifice and said heavily.

He didn't want to imprison her, but he was afraid that if he didn't pay attention, she would disappear immediately. At such a critical juncture, he didn't want to breed trouble, and it was not good for his body to use too much cartilage, he didn't want to.

"The prince doesn't have to be like this, anyway, I don't have any internal strength, and my martial arts are gone. You, a master of the palace, are afraid that I won't be able to escape. ”

“…… I'll untie it for you in the evening. Murong Jing clenched his fists, hiding his irritable and paranoid emotions, although he was distressed, he wanted to be foolproof.

"That's it! Whatever you want! The flower sacrifice stopped, and said nonchalantly.

[Host? Isn't such a thick chain heavy? 】

Hua Sai glanced at the locked thing on his bare feet, turned his head indifferently, turned his back to Murong Jing, and walked to the bench.

The long chain dragged up the field, and there was a loud noise.

"If the prince has something, go and get busy! It's strange to see you scurrying around in front of me. ”

The flower priest leaned on the bench casually, his expression indifferent, and his brows were filled with laziness and a trace of tiredness.

Murong Jing looked at the flower sacrifice with his eyes closed, stopped talking, and said slightly: "Jiuqing is outside the door, call him if you have something." ”

"Okay."

Jiu Qing, Murong Jing's subordinate, right-hand man.

Hanasai rubbed his temples, not knowing what to think, and suddenly opened his eyes.

Murong Jing brought a cloak and personally covered the flower sacrifice: "Don't get caught in the cold!" When the words fell, the cold lips fell a kiss on the forehead of the flower sacrifice: "There are picture books you like to read in the study, if you are bored, I will have someone send them to you." ”

The flower priest said perfunctorily: "Whatever you want!" ”

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After Murong Jing left, Hua Sai pulled off the cloak beside him and threw it on the ground.

Untied his clothes, and threw aside the excess clothes before he eased up.

"Knock Knock ......"

"Come in!"

Jiu Qing came with a pile of painting books, and saw the flower festival lying lazily and casually on the bench, discarding the clothes on the ground.

"Princess?"