There was no movement in the house.

Uncle Fu frowned.

It stands to reason that Mu Feng's self-discipline is extremely strong, and he should have started at this time.

And he was in the rainstorm weather, and the quality of sleep was not good.

But that's a bit strange today.

Uncle Fu frowned and knocked on the door again.

"Lord Wang?"

This time the voice was slightly raised.

Inside the house at the moment—

Qinghui held Mu Feng in his arms, his hands still on his ears, and was woken up by the voice of Uncle Fu outside.

Then he glanced at the little boy who had shrunk in his arms with an expressionless face.

The young man's face was fair and soft, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was obviously still asleep, and he looked like he was well-behaved and gentle when he closed his eyes like this.

The two men huddled together like two small animals, clumped together on the bed.

Then Qinghui hissed lowly, only to feel that his hand was a little numb by this guy's pressure.

I don't understand the style at all.

Then he reached out and pushed Mu Feng's body, trying to withdraw his hand.

It's just that the numb hand covering his ears hasn't been withdrawn yet, and he was grabbed and held in his arms.

Qinghui was stunned.

Wait a minute.

Why don't you give it up?

It's all numb, you know?

Seeing that he didn't wake him up, Qinghui was a little dissatisfied, and raised his hand with the hand he wasn't holding and nodded on his head.

What's wrong?

Is this coquettish with Lord Lingjian?

Probably there was no movement in the house, and the door was pushed open.

Uncle Fu was the first to walk in worriedly.

Then I saw that the clothes and quilts fell to the ground, although there was only Qinghui's coat, but there were fragments of jade pendants next to it, and on the bed-

Qinghui was held with one hand, and the other hand poked at the other party's head, a pair of blank eyes stared round, and he turned his head to look at the door a little dazedly.

Uncle Fu gasped.

And Mu Feng, who had a rare good sleep in Qinghui's arms, trembled slightly with his curled eyelashes, and slowly opened his eyes.

He was also a little unable to react, and the pitch-black pupils stared at the black placket in front of him.

It was still raining outside, and the inside of the quilt was very warm, and the tip of the nose was full of the cold but sweet smell of Qinghui.

"It's numb."

So hurry up.

Qinghui's hand was still poking at the door of his head.

Mu Feng raised his hand and held Qinghui's fingertips.

She estimated that she practiced swords all year round, and her fingertips were covered with thin calluses, but the whole was still slightly cool and soft.

"The king, the prince?"

Uncle Fu finally found his voice, his eyes that had always been kind and kind instantly widened, and he looked a little incredulous, staring at the two people lying on the bed.

Mu Feng's voice was a little hoarse, he came back to his senses about this situation, but he didn't have any other reaction, he let go of Qinghui's hand, looked at Qinghui propping himself up, lazily shrunk to the side, and yawned a little sleepily, "When?" ”

Uncle Fu's voice was in his ears, but Mu Feng's attention was a little off.

The young boy's black hair was scattered and slid down to the white fingertips, his lips were crimson, and his eyes were drooping.

The beauty got up, also with a lazy leisure, suppressed that trace of childishness, he looked at the messy bedding that the two of them were sleeping on, and only felt that his clothes and bedding were soaked with the breath of Qinghui.

And I don't know if it's because of last night's relationship, this breath is terrible - it makes him feel a little relieved.

Then he pursed his lips and looked up, glanced sideways at Qinghui, and then stood up and asked his subordinates to come up and dress him.