There was still a slight confusion in his eyes, and he stared at Qinghui's face.

Qinghui didn't lift his eyelids.

It's a completely knee-jerk move.

The breath is heavy.

It really doesn't look like a disguise.

After all, Mu Feng was just pretending to be weak in front of everyone and didn't know anything, but in fact he wasn't really weak, and he could still feel it in this regard.

Qinghui really fell asleep defenselessly, and he was very relaxed around him.

The teacher who inspired him once said that to judge whether a person can be used for himself, we must pay attention to her subconscious, and the actions that are not made by her subjective consciousness are often the best reflection of a person's heart.

And at this moment, Qinghui's actions didn't seem to be bad for him at all, but more like he wanted to protect him.

If you say you want to protect him, you really just protect him.

I didn't expect to shake the pot with great energy, and when I said this kind of thing, I was full of words.

The corners of his lips hooked slightly, and he raised his hand and lightly touched Qinghui's cheek.

The candlelight goes out at this time.

The warm orange light under his eyes also dissipated, and it looked dull.

The little boy's red lips pursed slightly, pressing down the arc he had just hooked, and then adjusted his posture.

Let Qinghui find a more comfortable position to sleep with him.

The little girl unconsciously continued to curl up in his arms, her hands still covering his ears, and the movement of raising her hands made her a little uncomfortable.

The small body wants to change positions.

But he was hugged by someone.

Mu Feng took Qinghui into his arms and looked at Qinghui with lowered eyes.

After a long time, he spoke, "Since you are so ...... of your word"

If you say something good, you are not allowed to go back.

He said yes to protect him, he didn't want to see any betrayal.

Since he wants to be the life-saving straw in his hand, there is no turning back.

The young man's beautiful face was hidden in the darkness, and only a little light of the lantern outside fell on the side of his face, illuminating his overall appearance gloomy, with a little contradictory holiness.

The voice was gorgeous and slightly hoarse, and faint, "Qinghui ......"

Qinghui was uncomfortable, his small body twisted, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

He leaned closer.

His voice came from the darkness.

"Again...... Hold on tight. ”

Such a series of harassments, hugging and talking to you in the middle of the night, Qinghui was finally woken up by this person.

Half-asleep and half-awake opened his eyes.

In fact, Qinghui's sleep quality is quite good in any plane, after all, Qinghui used to sleep in addition to fighting, and the sleeping time accounted for about four-fifths of her sword life.

After all, as a sword before, there would not be those basic problems of human beings.

She had nothing in her heart but fighting.

But Qinghui shuttling through these planes will be more or less affected by her body, for example, some planes have poor physical conditions, so her physique is also poor.

Although the ability to fight has come up this time, but in the end it has received professional training, the vigilance is too high, and the secret guard has always been reversed day and night, in order to hide his body and protect the safety of his master, he has always been bad at sleeping and eating.

So even if Qinghui slept soundly, he would still be affected by this body and then be woken up.