Sleepy, and want to sleep.

Qinghui half-squinted his eyes and yawned lazily.

There is no motivation under the eyes.

But then again......

Qinghui's hand let go of the pillow and touched the bed next to him a few times.

There was a little doubt in the crimson eyes.

Hey, where did that man go?

Then the sound of footsteps came to my ears again.

Qinghui frowned and looked over.

I saw that the little boy who had been intimidated hadn't flinched, gritting his teeth, his body was trembling slightly, and he wanted to come over obsessively.

Qinghui slowly propped himself up.

The crimson eyes swept over faintly.

This glance was extremely majestic, and his voice was cold, with sleepiness, "Get out." ”

She is even less interested in cutting this kind of juvenile Luobei.

Ji Feng's body froze suddenly.

It was like thunder in my ears.

His heart also began to feel stuffy, and for a moment, Ji Feng felt that he was going to vomit blood.

The body had unconsciously retreated with Qinghui's order, but his eyes still fell on Qinghui's body obsessively.

At this time, Qinghui heard footsteps in his ears again.

Only this time the footsteps are familiar.

Qinghui raised his eyes, and saw a person appear from the door, still holding a plate in his hand.

The man had grown very tall after all this time.

He was wearing a red and black king's suit, and his cheeks were a little soft, which was set off a little solemn by the accumulated color.

His cheeks were extremely delicate, his crimson lips were slightly pursed, and his long hair was not cut, but it was repaired, tied into a strand, and hung down behind him.

It is also the style of an exotic beautiful boy.

He was in a hurry, and he still had a plate of delicate snacks in his hand.

I don't know what he used, but before he could get closer, the sweet smell of the dim sum spread to the tip of Qinghui's nose.

This indescribable smell made Qinghui subconsciously straighten his waist.

The young king glanced at the figure standing in the hall.

Seeing that the man was just wearing a thin single coat, his cheeks were slightly red, and he looked a little scared, but he still glanced at Qinghui from time to time.

With longing and yearning.

During the monsoon rains, his face instantly darkened.

With a crazy look in his eyes.

The more crazy he was, the more he smiled, the corners of his lips tilted up slightly, if it was the appearance of a princess, it was estimated that this was a very gentle smile.

He set aside the snack in his hand.

Qinghui had already stood up.

The next moment, when he saw Ji Yushi, he walked to Ji Feng's side, and his voice was low, "What are you doing here?" ”

Clearly with the calm before the storm.

But Ji Feng was usually spoiled, so naturally he couldn't hear whether these words were good or bad, and even thought that he didn't dare to be presumptuous in front of Qinghui when it rained.

While also taking a quick look at him, he probably used him as his springboard.

Quite reasonable, "You are the king now, you don't have so much time to be by Lord Qinghui's side, I am your younger brother, I can help you." ”

The corners of his lips lifted during the monsoon rain, and he smiled.

The next second.

Ji Feng only felt a pain in his scalp, and he threw him to the ground with a strong force.

The head was pressed tightly to the ground.

Buzzing from the impact, some of them can't hear their surroundings.

But the slow sound of the monsoon rain is particularly obvious at the moment.

"What did you just say? Help what? Say it again, brother......"

Low and hoarse, as if from hell.