Mu Feng bit the candy and raised his eyes silently.

I don't understand Qinghui's tendency to stuff sugar into his mouth at every turn.

Did he look like he was asking her for candy?

And do you think you can sleep in his bed with a piece of candy?

What are you doing when this candy?

Piao capital?

The corners of Mu Feng's lips twitched slightly.

Watching Qinghui stuff the candy cube into his mouth, as if he had accomplished some task, and then happily planned to throw it into the soft bed.

Then Mu Feng, who was biting the sugar, grabbed the back collar.

Qinghui, who was dragged, turned his head to look at him a little dissatisfied, and raised his small eyebrows.

The rest of the sugar has been given to you today, what else do you want?

A proud little appearance.

Mu Feng had already given up on associating her with normal secret guards.

Now she just needs to be a normal person.

But apparently, she is not.

Mu Feng was inexplicably amused by her arrogant attitude.

"Go back to your own room and sleep."

Qinghui didn't speak, but looked at him.

Mu Feng: ......

"It's useless to look at me."

The breath on her body made him addicted and reassured.

The more this is the case, the more dangerous the person is for him.

In this case, this position, any presumptuousness, is not allowed.

Qinghui turned his head, didn't look at him, and expressed it with practical actions.

Her house is cold, and her bed is not soft, so she wants to sleep here.

But it's also strange to say, obviously before Lord Lingjian lay down in a random place, it doesn't matter, no matter what is comfortable or uncomfortable, Mingyue always felt that she treated herself harshly.

Now that I'm really squeamish, I actually have the feeling of sleeping in a sleeping place and being uncomfortable.

No, how can it be said that the matter of Lord Lingjian is squeamish!

They were all brought by Mingyue.

So he's responsible, yes, he's responsible!

Qinghui nodded seriously.

Then a more determined slipped into Mu Feng's bed.

Let's go, he's leaving, this is Lord Lingjian's!

Without a stove, the bed still has to sleep!

Mu Feng saw that the little one was so small, he instantly shrank into the quilt, and finally moved, revealing his little head, shrinking himself into the corner, yawning, and going to sleep as if no one was around.

Not long after Qinghui came in, the candles in the house were dancing, and the rain outside the window gradually became heavier, and the cool wind blew in.

There are also bursts of thunder.

It was the weather that Mu Feng didn't like quite much.

Normally, in such weather, Mu Feng's mood would be very bad, and his mood would fluctuate greatly, but this time, it was probably because of this little girl's relationship.

Instead, he had no choice but to suppress the original gloom in his heart.

The saccharification in his mouth melted quickly, and the simple sweetness, Mu Feng didn't know where he touched the sugar from.

It's hard to imagine that he just accepted this and ate the food sent by the enemy without any doubt.

Mu Feng didn't say anything in the end, raised his feet and walked to the side of the bed, and reached out to poke the small bulging ball in the quilt.

Qinghui pulled the quilt, only a small fluffy head popped out, looking at him.

It looks like I'm dying with the bed.

Well, even so.

Mu Feng's eyebrows beat a few times, and he dragged the person directly to the side of the bed with the quilt.

Qinghui, who was curled into a caterpillar, struggled to poke out his little paws: Do you want to fight?!