The corners of Gui Yuxi's lips, who were covered with quilts, lifted a smug smile.

knew that the uncle was reluctant to let her go hungry.

She continued to pretend to be a corpse.

"Lord, I can't do this."

"Forget it, since the little eighth girl is so stubborn, just let her starve."

"Wife, let's go back and rest."

"Okay."

Jun Moyan looked at the bowl of millet porridge that was about to cool down, thought for a while, picked it up and walked into the room.

She lives in a room with a window.

The moon was bright tonight, spilling in through the thin window paper.

He put the porridge on the table and lifted the quilt: "Drink the porridge and go to sleep." ”

A faint moonlight shone on her little face.

Gui Yuxi's palm-sized little face was set off by the splashed green silk, and her skin became whiter.

She opened her mouth: "I can't get up, I don't have the strength." ”

"So what?" Jun Moyan looked at her.

"I don't know." Gui Yuxi asked knowingly.

Jun Moyan was silent for a while, sat down beside her, lifted her up, and put a soft pillow behind her to make her sit more comfortably.

Stirred the porridge, took a spoonful, and brought it to her lips.

Gui Yuxi felt like a little rabbit in her heart, and pouted: "Is this porridge poisonous?" That's why my uncle fed me. ”

"If it's poisonous, do you dare to drink it?" Jun Moyan asked, observing her expression.

Gui Yuxi grabbed his hand, drank the spoonful of porridge, and narrowed his eyes into a crescent moon: "Dare, as long as it is given to me by my uncle, I dare to drink it, even if it is poison, but my uncle will definitely not let me eat poison." ”

"Don't be too self-conscious, this king will not kill a weak woman like you." Jun Moyan said coldly, a little awkward.

"Uncle, I still want to drink."

Jun Moyan handed the porridge forward: "Drink it yourself." ”

Who is scarce to serve.

Gui Yuxi covered her stomach with two small hands: "My stomach hurts." ”

Jun Moyan looked at her pitiful little appearance, knowing that she was pretending to be ruthless, he awkwardly finished feeding the small noodle melon and threw the empty bowl on the table.

"Sleep."

"Oh." Gui Yuxi actually knelt up from the bed, and two soft little paws covered his buttons, unbuttoning and unbuttoning them.

"What for?" Jun Moyan squeezed her hand.

"Hmm, isn't Uncle going to sleep?" Gui Yuxi blinked his eyes, and his simple and bright eyes seemed to be inlaid with bright light.

"What are you doing when you undress the king?" Jun Moyan asked coldly, with a handsome face completely dark: "Could it be that you want to use beauty tricks on this king now?" ”

"Where am I a beauty, just a bean sprout, it's good if my uncle doesn't dislike me." She muttered quietly.

"This king is tired." Jun Moyan ignored her muttering.

He threw away Gui Yuxi and went to sleep on the bed next to him.

Night, thick viscous black honey.

Jun Moyan closed his eyes and recuperated, he didn't have pajamas at all, and listened to the movement of the little noodle melon with his ears.

Suosuo's voice rang out.

Gui Yu walked down quietly.

She rubbed over like a wallaby, and wiped out all the people's tempers.

She collapsed and squeezed into Jun Moyan's arms.

"You're very bold, get down." Jun Moyan darkened his face and bluffed her.

"Uncle, my stomach hurts so much, they all say that the man's palm is the hottest, uncle quickly warm me up." Gui Yuxi said as he pressed his hot palm to his belly and sighed comfortably.