Quick wear: The male god sticks in my arms every night

Chapter 388 The Crazy Prince's Little Cook 44
As soon as her head touched the soft pillow, Tang Sui felt a little drowsy, and her body shook a few times involuntarily.

She yawned and was just getting ready for bed.

He heard Zhou Che's tossing and turning on the bed not far away.

Obviously, Zhou Che slept very uncomfortable.

It seems that I can't fall asleep yet.

Tang Sui opened his eyes, finally yawned again, hugged his arms, and continued to sleep.

In a trance, it felt as if someone was staring at him.

Tang Sui was a little creepy.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked at Zhou Che who was standing in front of her at some point.

Zhou Che was expressionless and condescending.

"Sleep soundly."

Zhou Che's voice was flat and cool.

Listen, it seems that it has nothing to do with the usual, but! !Tang Sui heard something else in it.

"It's not very fragrant either."

Tang Sui sat up straight, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth with his hands.

"My lord, why don't you sleep!"

Tang Sui blinked and looked at Zhou Che softly.

Alas, he doesn't sleep here, his task is really difficult to complete.

"You fed me tea for a whole day, yet you still dare to ask me, why don't you sleep??"

Thinking of this, Zhou Che became angry.

Originally, he hadn't thought of this, but he was surprised when he saw her sleeping soundly.

The culprit is Tang Sui.

Tang Sui pursed his lips and smiled dryly.

"My lord." "Then what should we do now!"

Tang Sui asked in a low voice.

"What do you think should be done?"

Zhou Che folded his arms around his chest and asked in displeasure.

Tang Sui was thinking hard, but right now it is best to lull Zhou Che to sleep.

"Then you sleep on the bed first, let me think of an idea?"

Tang Sui got off the couch, tilted his head, and looked at Zhou Che.

"Ah."

Zhou Che nodded slightly.

After a while, Zhou Che lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

Tang Sui carefully hung up the hanging curtains, then pulled a round stool and sat beside Zhou Che's bed.

She thought for a while, "My lord, let me tell you a story."

"Ah."

Zhou Che was lying down, his eyelashes didn't even tremble, so he responded lightly.

Tang Sui thought about it and decided to tell Zhou Che the story of the Three Little Pigs.

"Once upon a time, there were three little pigs. They were three brothers. One day, Daddy Pig asked them to build a house together..."

Tang Sui's voice was soft, as sweet as the clouds in the sky.

Zhou Che listened, his eyebrows were slightly raised at first.

Listen, listen, the expression on his face gradually softened.

It was obviously a very mentally handicapped story, but he actually heard the childishness in it.

Tang Sui observed Zhou Che while telling the story.

After a while, he noticed that Zhou Che seemed to have fallen asleep, and Tang Sui's story came to an abrupt end.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to bow her waist and tiptoe away.

"What's next, you haven't finished talking."

Before Tang Sui took two steps, he heard Zhou Che's cold voice again.

"My lord, you haven't fallen asleep yet."

Tang Sui was sluggish.

She thought that under her own observation, Zhou Che had already fallen asleep.

"Why did the king sleep or not, or listen to you?"

Zhou Che opened his eyes, looking at Tang Sui with sharp and cold eyes.

"No, no, of course not."

Tang Sui listened, shaking his hands in a hurry.

(End of this chapter)