Cute little demon: emperor, please spare me

The steamed bread as hard as stone turned into snow in the palm of Xia Qingluo's hand.

"You..." Xia Qingluo angrily pointed to Yun qingrang, puffing her cheeks and staring round, a little round like a small steamed stuffed bun.

Naturally, there is no momentum.

Xia Qingluo actually wants to keep the steamed bread residue on yunqingrang's body, hair, and that, that careless face. It's too much to dispel hatred when thinking about that scene.

Unfortunately, Xia Qingluo swept the steamed bread residue and threw it out of the window.

Yunqing let him lie on his side, with his left hand on his cheek and his right hand on his side. His black hair was scattered on his clothes like moonlight. His eyes were as bright as stars. He was lazy and looked at Xia Qingluo with interest.

Xia Qingluo glared at him again. After seeing his smiling but unpredictable look, she flopped down on the floor, pulled a big vine leaf to cover herself, and refused to look at Yunqing again.

I'm worried that if I look at it, I will die with him!

"Dangdang..." a clear and rhythmic voice came from the bed.

Xia Qingluo quietly lifted a corner of the leaf. Seeing that Yunqing asked him to stretch out his slender right hand and knock on the white jade bed, she looked at him suspiciously.

"Do you want to sleep here?" Yun Qing made his voice as faint as the moonlight outside the window.

"Ah?" Xia Qingluo was confused. What does Yunqing's words mean? She asked tentatively, "don't you want me to sleep with you?"

She looked at him warily.

The moonlight sprinkled on the dark eyes of Yunqing, as if covered with a layer of gauze, and the mist loomed, which caught people's heartstrings.

"Human demon is a special way. I'm a real person. You're a small rattan demon. How can you live in the same room?"

"You... You..." Xia Qingluo's face was red with anger. She stood up and took off the vine leaves on her head. She wanted to cry and looked at Yun qingrang without tears. "You forgot you caught me?"

"But I didn't let you sleep here." Yunqing's voice was as light as the night wind.

"I can't move. I don't sleep. Where do I sleep?"

"HMM." Yunqing asked him to nod with deep meaning.

Xia Qingluo suddenly felt something was wrong. She started and kicked her feet. What was she doing?

She can move.

Xia Qingluo didn't hesitate. She turned over and ran out of the bamboo building.

It was as if the devil was chasing her.

"Xia Qingluo, your leaf."

"No... no, no, no, I'll give it to Lord Yun." Xia Qingluo waved as she ran.

"What's the use of my coming?" Yunqing asked him to stand in front of the window. The night wind was blowing his clothes, floating like an immortal.

His eyes locked the stumble, as if he had finally escaped from the little demon.

"Put it at the head of the bed to purify the air and hope Lord Yun will smile."

After Xia Qingluo finished flattering, a wisp of smoke disappeared in the open space of the bamboo building.

He closed the small door of the bamboo house.

She felt that the little bamboo house looked so kind.

Yunqing let PA close the window and looked at the vine leaf on the ground.

Purify the air?

This little demon is interesting

Xia Qingluo lay dead in the only bed.

Some sad rubbed his stomach.

She's so hungry, but she doesn't want to roast pheasant.

She wants rice, fried vegetables and fruit wine.

The fruit wine made by the mountain monkey in xiaoqingqiu is very delicious, but it is hidden very secretly every time, but Xia Qingluo will find it every time.