The little girl sat on his bed with his quilt in her arms, curled herself up in a ball, and raised her white arm to beckon him to come and see.

The big eyes were full of natural emotions.

It's just—it's terrible.

Who cares if you smell good or not??

Mu Feng's body took half a step back unnaturally, his face turned to the side, the corners of his lips pursed slightly, and then looked at Qinghui.

Reaching out, he pressed Qinghui's arm back.

"Be honest."

He whispered.

Seeing that he didn't resist any longer, Qinghui decisively paid tribute to Lord Lingjian.

Qinghui snorted in satisfaction, rolled up the quilt, and rolled into the corner.

Qinghui is small, and when he rolls inside, he doesn't take up much space.

Mu Feng didn't know whether he was speechless or glad that Qinghui had reserved a place on the bed for him.

After he lay down on the bed, listening to the rustling rain and muffled thunder outside, he reacted, and he let Qinghui go to his bed so easily.

I don't know when I indulged her so much.

Mu Feng snorted lightly, raised his hand, pressed his temple, and exhaled.

Look up and look at the ceiling.

The candle flame next to it was faint, and it was covered with a lampshade, and it was almost burning.

Except for the wind, rain, and thunder outside, the surroundings were quiet.

In this irritable weather, there is an unexpected tranquility at the moment.

Mu Feng thought and closed his eyes.

Before I could fall asleep, I felt a soft little thing suddenly coming next to me.

He was stunned for a moment, and when he opened his eyes, there was still a wisp of fire left in the candle flame, and the light was even darker, and the young man with a delicate face looked sideways.

Those beautiful eyes were dyed orange with some candle flames, reflecting a small figure curled up beside him.

Mu Feng's mandible subconsciously tightened slightly, slightly tightened, his fingertips tightened, but the expression on his face was still faint, staring at Qinghui.

Qinghui probably felt cold, and curled up from the corner directly to his side, curled himself up next to him, and had the intention of leaning against him.

Then the little paw was softly placed on his arm, and the voice was a little milky, and he snorted softly.

It's not the same as the small appearance of this person in the usual day.

If you fall asleep and wake up, you can still have two faces?

Mu Feng lowered his eyes and thought in his heart.

Qinghui got a warm source, and he was not satisfied.

The little girl was domineering and wanton, and raised her hand directly, putting people into her arms.

Obviously, I was going to sleep with a 'hot water bag' in my arms, so I guess it would be more comfortable.

"You ......"

Mu Feng was startled by her movements, opened his mouth, and watched the little girl completely entangled.

Mu Feng: ......

In the end, he closed his voice slightly, but did not say anything more, his brows furrowed slightly for a moment, and then he let go, closed his eyes, and did not intend to deal with this little girl anymore.

After all, if she wakes her up later, she really doesn't know what else she will make a fuss.

Is this a spy sent by someone else?

He saw that it was clearly the little ancestor who was sent.

It's harder outside.

The original muffled thunder gradually changed, and the sound became louder.

When Mu Feng heard the thunder, his body stiffened slightly, and he opened his eyes.

I heard the little girl muttering something over there, but she didn't wake up.

Then her hand came up and covered his ear.

The voice in his ears instantly weakened, and Mu Feng was stunned.

That beautiful face, in the night at this moment, looks a little gloomy.