The rest of the time was spent in the confrontation between the two of them.

In the evening, after dinner, when it was time to go to bed, Mu Wanfeng and Emperor Kang Cheng still maintained that kind of confrontation.

Mu Wanfeng was sleepy, but she didn't care so much about him.

After she finished washing herself, she directly ignored the emperor who was still covered in blood, climbed onto the dragon couch, pulled the quilt and fell asleep.

Emperor Kang Cheng quietly watched Mu Wanfeng's behavior, and the more he looked at it, the stronger the sense of contradiction in his heart became.

What to do, what to do?

His heart was filled with confusion.

"This woman is hateful, this woman is not worthy of her own liking! This woman is just taking advantage of me! ”

Emperor Kang Cheng was desperately thinking about these in his head, trying to dispel another thought in his heart.

looked up at his bed, and Mu Wanfeng, who was lying on it, had already fallen asleep with his head in his hands.

Emperor Kang Cheng silently walked to the other side of the room.

It was the place where he served as a study, and there was a chaise longue, which was usually used when he wanted to lie down for a while after sitting for a long time.

At this moment, Emperor Kang Cheng lay down on the chaise longue.

Closing his eyes, he desperately read the words in his head.

Under Emperor Kang Cheng's own bewitchment, he finally fell asleep as he wished.

Mu Wanfeng slept beautifully, and when she woke up, she suddenly felt refreshed.

She glanced at the bed she slept in and immediately felt strange.

She was really the only one in the bed.

And there is no trace of Emperor Kang Cheng lying down.

This guy can't be angry with his bad temper with him, so he can't think about it and kill himself, right?

Mu Wanfeng hurriedly threw off the quilt, jumped up, and began to search for it in the room.

Every inch of the room was swept by her gaze, and there was no trace of Emperor Kang Cheng at all.

Is he really ashamed that he killed himself?

Just when Mu Wanfeng was about to call the palace people to help find it, she suddenly heard a loud sneeze from behind the screen on the other side of the room.

She searched for the sound and saw Emperor Kang Cheng lying on the cold chaise longue, hugging his body and shrinking into a ball.

Could this guy have the brains of a pig?

Mu Wanfeng secretly scolded in her heart, and leaned over.

On the slippery chaise longue, there was not even a thin sheet.

"How did you get to this big? Don't you know how to take a quilt to cover? Mu Wanfeng couldn't help but say to him.

"Ahh

In response to Mu Wanfeng, there was a loud sneeze.

It is possible that her own wind chill has infected her.

It could also be that he caught a cold without covering the quilt.

Mu Wanfeng looked at him coldly.

She didn't know if this emperor had reached the age of eighteen.

Why does his words and deeds seem extremely naïve?

Could it be that he really didn't have a mother to take care of him since he was a child, so he became like this?

Looking at Emperor Kang Cheng, who was curled up in a ball, as if he was still trembling, Mu Wanfeng accidentally overflowed with maternal love.

"Get up and go to bed." Mu Wanfeng leaned over in front of him and said to him.

Carelessly, she used a tone that was too gentle, and Emperor Kang Cheng listened to her full of concern, and Yuebu was full of gentle tone, and couldn't help but be stunned.

He was stunned for a moment, he stretched out his hand to Mu Wanfeng, and muttered dreamily, "Mother......"

"Please, I'm not your mother." Mu Wanfeng was made to cry and laugh by him, "Are you dizzy?" ”

She reached out and wiped Kang Chengdi's forehead.