Looking at Chu Ci pursing her lips, pinching the quilt with her fingers, with a stubborn look that said "I will live and die with the quilt", it was hard not to laugh.

Originally, when he was taking off his clothes, he regretted what he had said before, but since the words had been said, he was indeed tired these days and was too lazy to care about it anymore.

After all, even if she had some cleverness, she couldn't do anything to him. Chu Ci's every move was under his control, and this little cleverness was more like a kind of self-abandonment when she realized that she couldn't escape.

It was really strange. He had never thought that there was a royal family member with a personality like Chu Ci hidden in the Fengxiao royal family.

But then, when he lay on the soft couch, he smelled a faint scent of vanilla and the warm quilt beneath him. He narrowed his eyes, and the regret he had felt instantly dissipated, and sleepiness swept over him.

This feeling made his brows relax slightly.

'Xiao Mo's love value +4, currently 9.'

However, the faint vanilla scent around him, which did not originally belong to this carriage, still made Xiao Mo Kuang feel a little uncomfortable.

But unexpectedly, he was not so repulsive. It was even the first time he was so close to the little emperor, and the first time he took the initiative to approach a woman.

Perhaps it was because he admired her after learning about the Huaijiang River flood, or because her behavior and words were too natural, and her emotions did not make people feel disgusted at all, so he did not reject such approach.

He glanced at Chu Ci, who was curled up at the foot of the bed like a cat with her watery eyes wide open, and his dark eyes dimmed slightly.

What's more, people are used to calling him "little emperor". Even though Chu Ci is already sixteen years old, which is the age for marriage in the folk, but no one knows whether the care in the palace is really not so careful, or whether this little girl is too spoiled. Not only does she feel young in her heart, but she also looks young.

Xiao Mokuang raised his hand and pulled the quilt again.

Still unable to move, I felt the temperature beneath me. Thinking about how the night temperatures had been a bit chilly recently, I finally had an idea.

He had internal strength to protect himself, so he didn't feel much pain, but the little girl couldn't do that.

Thinking of this, he didn't pull the pitiful little quilt again. He was indeed very sleepy. He lay on the outermost part of the soft couch, still keeping the maximum distance between him and Chu Ci, and was about to fall asleep.

However.

This little girl seemed to be here specifically to ward off his evil.

When he was about to fall asleep, he felt a commotion beside him and the little girl raised her hand towards him.

Xiao Mokuang's heart sank and his body tensed slightly, but his face remained calm and he did not open his eyes.

When Chu Ci was about to touch him, he moved his fingertips slightly, wanting to hold Chu Ci's hand with his backhand, but before he could move, he felt Chu Ci's breath pause.

Then the corner of his white undershirt seemed to be caught by something. He thought for a while and then tugged at it.

The little girl's voice was soft and gentle, a little low, "Master? Master?"

Xiao Mokuang: ...

Finding that he didn't respond and even his breathing became steadier, Chu Ci pulled his clothes harder and with a much louder voice, and continued to call him.

Finally, she seemed to be annoyed, came over, and almost shouted in his ear at the top of her lungs.

"Grandmaster!"