Qinghui frowned, in fact, he was still groggy, and his brain had not awakened at all.

It's the real version, my body wakes up, but my brain is still sleeping.

She was still dreaming just now, dreaming that she pressed the snow-white long sword under her and beat her fatly, so that the other party had no power to fight back, and promised to give her all the small cakes, and to find her a rare metal with colorful black, and smelt the sword body for her.

Zhengmei is pressuring Mingyue to do this and that.

I was woken up by a fragment of my soul.

Qinghui didn't care about the gloomy face of the other party, and said something in a low voice.

Directly raising his hand, the little paws lifted high from his ears, and then fell heavily.

Smack-

Mu Feng, who received a paw from a little girl on his ear: ......

Qinghui barked at his little tiger teeth, and the snow-white little tiger teeth made her look a little more childish and flamboyant.

suppressed the godlessness in those half-dreaming and half-awake eyes.

What are you doing with all the noise?

Don't disturb Lord Lingjian's sleep!

I really don't know what the other party is talking about all day long.

If you really don't like her, come on, let's fight!

Even if you call your ancestors, she won't stop.

Asaga: No, no, it's a little too cruel.

Qinghui's head was slightly sober at the moment, he propped up his small body, looked down at the traces of himself curled up in his arms suspiciously, and spoke, his soft voice was sleepy, "Why, am I in your arms?" ”

Mu Feng was very calm, he originally stretched out his hand to hold Qinghui, but at this moment he had quietly accepted it.

"This is where I sleep."

So there is only one truth, and that is that you yourself touched it from the foot of the bed.

In fact, it was the same in the first place.

It was only later that he added fuel to the fire.

Qinghui sighed, instinctively wanting to refute.

This bed is yours, and you are Lord Lingjian's, so this bed is also Lord Lingjian's, and Lord Lingjian can sleep wherever he wants!

No problem!

But Qinghui still knew himself, first raised his hand and touched the place where he was originally lying, it was cold, and then he raised his hand and probed into his bed.

Tut.

Warm.

According to the principle of Lord Lingjian's warming, it is really possible to touch it yourself.

It is worthy of being a high-achieving student in several planes.

This is said one by one.

But Qianjia still has a small question: Lord Qinghui, I haven't heard of this principle.

Qing Hui raised his eyebrows as a matter of course.

Ignore the questions of the shallow coffee.

Of course, you won't know, after all, this is a theoretical principle created by Lord Spirit Sword himself.

Qinghui thought so, and his small body shrank up.

Okay, Lord Spirit Sword won't give it a hug, even if it's unconscious.

Don't give it a hug!

Then Mu Feng felt Qinghui's little head move from his chin to the top of his head, and on top of his pillow, he used his own small quilt to cushion it again, replacing the effect of the pillow, and then closed his eyes in his warm quilt with peace of mind, and raised his hand to cover his ears.

Mu Feng was originally a little subtle about Qinghui moving out of his arms, but soon, this feeling was covered by the touch coming from his ears.

Mu Feng raised his eyes to look at Qinghui.

He was originally delicate-looking, and when his eyes were raised to look at people, they were slightly soft.