Inexplicably some danger.

Qinghui's movements stopped slightly, and he also looked sideways at him.

I feel a little impatient and irritable.

Lord Spirit Sword has done his best to treat him.

Why is it still this expression.

Then I felt a slight force on the hand pressing on the back of my neck.

Qinghui originally wanted to hold his body up.

However, because both hands were gathered together by him, Qinghui didn't react at once, and his body was pressed down by him.

His soft lips rubbed lightly against Qinghui's ear.

Then the boy's hoarse voice sounded in his ears, "What do you really want?" What exactly are you trying to do? ”

He may not have cared so much about it before, but he just patiently observed it behind his back, watching to see if Qinghui would expose any horses.

But now, after last night's night, that patience seems to have been polished clean.

The peace of mind he found in her made him a little unable to continue with all his previous actions and plans.

Qinghui had already withdrawn his hand and propped himself up on the bed next to him, propping himself up slightly.

What the hell is she here for?

Isn't this nonsense?

As a sword, what else can you do besides eating, fighting, sleeping, and absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon?

Oh, at most one more to protect the 'weak' moon.

Qinghui has the concept of protecting food, and it is the same reason to protect his own people.

But since you asked, then she will tell you mercifully.

Qinghui is serious.

Mu Feng's fingers tightened slightly, and the expression in his eyes changed unpredictably.

I heard the other party's soft, irritable little voice ringing.

"I want to eat." I want a long-term meal ticket.

Mu Feng: ......?

The changed look in Mu Feng's eyes disappeared in an instant, and he became a little confused, raising his eyes like this, the cold little beauty's eyes were slightly confused, and she looked at the person in front of her.

But Qinghui was still serious when he said this.

It doesn't look like a fake at all.

This expression made the emotions that had risen in Mu Feng's heart instantly punctured.

He snorted, his eyes slightly sideways.

Well, in fact, he is not too surprised, after all, this person's mind has never been with them.

So what the hell is the emotion that just arose in him?

Thinking of this, Mu Feng felt a little funny again.

Even if Qinghui really has any conspiracy ideas, is it possible that he will really confess to him frankly?

What the hell was he thinking?

He raised his hand, and his snow-white fingertips rested on Qinghui's black placket, and the slightly protruding wrist bones had a graceful arc, with a sense of coldness.

"Get up."

He spoke quietly.

Seeing that Qinghui was reluctant to listen to him, he was going to press him down, and stretched his hand straight to his cheek, obviously he didn't have enough rua before.

"Breakfast outside should be ready."

Mu Feng turned his face slightly sideways and avoided it, spoke again, and saw that Qinghui, who couldn't hear what he said just now, straightened his waist instantly.

Jumping lightly from the bed to the floor, he walked straight out the door.

There was an inexplicable feeling of losing to breakfast.

Mu Feng propped himself up from the bed.

Black hair swept across his fair cheeks, his eyes drooped, he exhaled, leaned slightly sideways, listening to the sound of the rain outside, he buried himself in the bed again.

Sniffing the sweet smell inside the quilt, and then the faint side of the face, only from the inside of the futon, one eye was exposed.