It was very late at night, Yun Xia rubbed his eyes, and after entering the room to wash, he planned to fall down and sleep.

But I was surprised to see that the silver-haired young man was also in the room, and his slender figure was leaning against the window.

The height of the young man brought a sense of oppression, and he had gray pupils, but his face was still expressionless, like a delicate and perfect sculpture.

This person has a dull personality and is expressionless at all times.

Except for the fact that he turns into a puffer fish when he is angry, other times, because he has no expression, Yun Xia can't quite see his emotions.

can't grasp the emotions of the little brother, so that the big demon king can't help but be frustrated. If only there was any artifact in this world that could detect mood!

"Why are you still here?" She asked, confused.

The zombie boy was slightly stunned and stood up straight.

The glass-like eyes looked at her, the young man frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and whispered obediently: "No one took me to other rooms......

As he spoke, he wondered why the girl asked like this.

The gray and beautiful eyes narrowed, and the young man's voice was pleasant and low, with obvious wondering: "Can't I be here?" ”

The eyes looked innocent and blank.

The Great Demon King was also stunned, his round eyes were wet and cute, and he glared at the young man and asked, "...... Why are you here? ”

Yan Zhuo stared at her blankly.

The room was quiet for a second or two.

The little zombie didn't seem to expect that she would answer like this.

Immediately, Yun Xia saw that this guy puffed out his face expressionlessly, and his white cheeks were as angry as a pufferfish, staring at her expressionlessly.

Yun Xia: "......"

Yun Xia was also at a loss.

…… What's there to be angry about? She's a big demon king, and she hasn't slept in the same bed with anyone else.

It's not a three-year-old.

The girl walked over, ignoring the little zombie's expressionless puff and grabbed his wrist.

Yan Zhuo's child form, his wrist is soft and white and cute, but now he is in the form of a teenager, every point from the wrist bone to the fingers is exquisite, and the feeling of holding it is very comfortable, Yun Xia couldn't help but pinch his wrist again.

Yan Zhuo didn't notice the boss's small action of pinching his wrist.

He was still angry with "I can't sleep here", and after being grabbed by the wrist, he was taken away by the other party with a blank face and a puffed face.

Yun Xia pulled him to the door, ready to take the person out, and said casually: "You go out and ask the leader, and let him find you another room." ”

The little zombie was expressionless, watching the girl reach out to open the door, her thin lips pursed.

Yun Xia looked like he was about to open the door.

A slender white hand reached over and pressed coldly against the door panel. A soft click.

The door that had just opened a crack was closed again.

The man's beautiful fingers against the door, his eyes lowered slightly, and the girl was suddenly caged under the long figure, meeting the young man's cold eyes.

Yan Zhuo still couldn't stand this grievance in the end.

He reached out against the door, lowered his curled eyelashes, and stared at each other coldly.

His juvenile form was much taller than the girl's, leaning slightly to eye level with her, his white fingers against the door behind her, his pupils as cold as ice.

The little zombie sulked again and whispered, "Why can't I sleep here?" ”

Yun Xia was slightly stunned, looked at the room, and was also puzzled.

Why bother with whether you can sleep here?

She asked, "Do you like this room very much?" "Well, that's not impossible.

However, the little zombie pursed his lips and glared at her: "What room?" Isn't it you that I like? ”