It's almost enough to make up for what happened back then, right?

When the young man said this, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, but his fingers were undeniably clasped on Qinghui's wrist, and his other hand was slightly supporting the ground, supporting his body.

Smooth black hair flowed down with his movements, like a black waterfall, and his gaze was fixed.

For no reason, Qinghui felt a little dangerous, and he felt that the person in front of him was going to dismantle and eat himself.

The hand that was originally pressing on his chest instantly used some strength to control him again, and then the other hand was withdrawn, intending to make a move with him.

Mu Feng's eyes were quick, and he hugged the little girl with his backhand and pressed it to the side.

Such a move made the two who couldn't hold their hands roll to the side twice.

This time, it was replaced by Mu Feng on top.

The smile on the corner of the young man's lips was still soft, and he lowered his head, but the bottom of his eyes was dull.

The crimson lips seemed to be dyed with blood, "Could it be that Qinghui doesn't feel anything about me at all?" ”

His index finger rubbed the ring on his thumb slightly, and his voice was low, as if he was just asking casually, but with a bit of indescribable oppression and irritability.

If you don't feel it, why would you come to his room in the middle of the night with a quilt?

If you don't feel it, why would you sleep so peacefully in his arms in the middle of the night?

If you don't feel it, it's time to run, instead of being so obediently held down by him.

Thinking of this, the corners of Mu Feng's lips hooked slightly, and he lowered his head to look at Qinghui.

"It's not hard to answer me."

His breath sprayed Qinghui's ears.

Qinghui was a little stunned, looking at the person in front of him.

To tell the truth, she really couldn't understand why he was obsessed with such a problem in every world.

As for her, she was born as a sword spirit, although she is anthropomorphic, but she doesn't understand these things, right and wrong are also very simple in her eyes, and there are not so many complicated loves, hatreds, and hatreds.

Fighting, cultivating, this is the norm, and later, she is also used to Mingyue by her side.

You can't beat it, you can't beat it.

Until now, she couldn't understand why this guy was so persistent with this problem, the same sword.

It can't help but feel a little weird.

Qinghui pursed the corners of his lips and muttered in a low and irritable voice, "You're so annoying." ”

All day long, I chirp crookedly about these loves, loves, and loves.

You are already the most special in the heart of Lord Spirit Sword, what more do you want?

Qinghui couldn't get an answer, so he looked away with some dissatisfaction, and finally turned over irritably.

Hold him down, look down, and bite the corner of his lip.

When I looked up again, I said something vicious, "You are the most special, don't ask much." ”

I asked too many questions, and Lord Lingjian's head hurt.

Mu Feng really didn't ask much.

Seeing Qinghui get up slightly, he licked the corners of his lips, and then looked at Qinghui with deep eyes, "It's crooked." ”

Qinghui: ?

In the next second, the little prince manually corrected the crooked angle of Qinghui's gnaw.

***

After that, the relationship between the two was almost certain, and Mu Feng did not have the slightest intention of hiding it.

Although the people in the Changshun Royal Mansion are very embarrassed by this result.

After all, how Qinghui was sent to the Changshun Palace, and how they were like facing the enemy, these things are still vivid.

As a result, in a blink of an eye, the family turned into a hostess.

And after that, the news that Mu Feng was not dead also spread.