Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

The smell was good, like a drop of dew on the lotus petal, and his head didn't hurt so much.

Suddenly remembered that night in xiaoqingqiu, Xia Qingluo seemed to cry at that time. Then, was she intentional or unintentional?

Yunqing finally opened his eyes slowly.

When the bright eyes of Xingzi and Xia Qingluo's tearful eyes met, Xia Qingluo involuntarily exclaimed, "ah?"

Then, at the next moment, with a loose hand and a thud, Yunqing let his head fall on the hard floor and sent out a dull hum.

Xia Qingluo was so frightened that she quickly helped his head up again. She felt it was inappropriate. This time, she put it down carefully, and then opened her eyes in surprise, "master, are you awake?"

Yunqing let him not pay attention to her, but slowly straightened up and read a move. The wet clothes and hair recovered the freshness of the past.

I feel much more comfortable.

He turned his eyes to Xia Qingluo, who kept secretly aiming at himself, and frowned slightly.

"Master, Xiao hei and a Bai are fighting. I asked you to fight. I knocked on the door. Maybe I could sleep too well. Alas, I'm really tired after walking back and forth today."

Yunqing asked him to look at her quietly and see her talking nonsense.

What is the little demon afraid of? Are you worried about killing her?

Xia Qingluo saw that yunqingrang didn't respond, so she closed her mouth. Although yunqingrang didn't speak at this time, she looked faint, but inexplicably she was a little nervous.

In particular, the clear cloud makes the dark eyes deep and bottomless. It seems that there are nebulae surging inside. It looks vast, deep and incredible.

He is not the universe. How can there be a nebula?

Xia Qingluo didn't open her eyes, and then put her hands on the ground. When she was about to stand up, she didn't expect that her body tilted and fell on the side of Yun qingrang.

Don't get me wrong. Xia Qingluo doesn't have this idea.

It was Yunqing who suddenly grabbed her.

"Master, i... I really don't know anything. Really, I promise, I didn't see anything."

Xia Qingluo hurriedly raised her other hand and swore.

Yunqing asked him not to talk to her, but to hold her left hand, and then a lotus ring appeared in the palm of Yunqing's hand.

"Ah, master, that's my ring."

"HMM." Yunqing asked to speak. Just because of the torture just now, his voice was a little dull, but it was surprisingly good. At least Xia Qingluo's small heart seemed to be stirred by a feather and trembled endlessly.

It seems that she has to get a cotton ball into her ear in the future, otherwise it will really test her self-control.

But what does Yunqing want to do by holding her left hand.

"What are you thinking about?" Yunqing asked her to frown. She was helpless about Xia Qingluo's occasional jumping off.

Shouldn't attention now be on the ring?

Isn't this the baby she wants to get back.

"No, No." Xia Qingluo shook her head like a rattle. She piled up a smile, pointed to the ring and whispered, "master, the ring is mine."

"HMM." Yunqing let out another low, um, and lowered her eyes slightly, as if she didn't want to see Xia Qingluo laughing, but held Xia Qingluo's little hand with his white as jade hand.

His palm is a little warm and comfortable.

Yunqingrang's hands have distinct knuckles, as if they were carved from superior white jade.

No flaws, almost perfect.