Wan Jue kept his head down and ate very seriously, and his eating manners were so good that no one could find any fault with him.

But his ears were always red.

"Grandpa, I took people out to collect supplies the other day. Many survivors haven't reacted yet. Now is the perfect time to go."

Mr. Wan nodded and said, "Your uncle Hu has the ability of space, let him go with you."

"yes."

Uncle Hu is the old butler of the Wan family and an old man around Mr. Wan. He is loyal to the Wan family and self-confident.

Haitang was actually quite curious. She had all the basic knowledge in her mind, but she didn't understand the structure of superpowers. How different were they from cultivating immortals?

The question went around in my mind for a while.

There was no response from the wine barrel, and Haitang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He frowned slightly.

A pair of hands reached out and held her left hand tightly.

Haitang was stunned. Did Wan Jue think that she was scared?

The troubled look on his face disappeared.

Very attentive!!

The meal was very good, at least it was the best meal since Haitang came here.

After dinner, everyone left quietly, and Mr. Wan went back into the study...

I don't know if it's because of the Wan family itself, or if it's because of the end of the world.

...

Haitang and Wanjue were staring at each other in the room.

To be precise, Haitang was lazily leaning on the bed, and Wanjue was sitting on the armchair in front of the window, staring at her in a daze...

"Does it look good?"

Wan Jue nodded subconsciously.

"Ahem, I didn't see it."

Seeing his attempt to hide the truth, Haitang laughed again.

Wan Jue himself was embarrassed...

"Ajue, I never thought you had this face, it's really cute."

Wan Jue was a little annoyed, he was the vigorous and resolute King Wan...

His face immediately turned stern again, returning to his original cold and arrogant look.

Haitang doesn't care what he looks like.

He moved to the left and patted the bed, "Ajue, aren't you tired? You've been sitting there for more than an hour, go to sleep."

Wan Jue didn't move!!

"If you don't come, then..."

Before he could finish the second half of the sentence, Wan Jue stood up and walked to the bed in a serious manner, "I'll sleep on the sofa, you sleep well."

Haitang: "......"

He can't?

"Ajue, I'm scared."

"The Wan family is safe."

"I'm scared!!"

Wan Jue opened his mouth...but said nothing.

Haitang moved over again, and with a pull of her little hand, Wanjue was pulled into the quilt.

"Ajue, I'm still cold."

Wan Jue was wearing a pair of autumn pajamas, which were not thick, and he felt a little cold after sitting outside for a long time.

Haitang's little hands had already passed through his pajamas and were touching his skin.

Wan Jue's peach blossom eyes opened wider and wider. He turned his head to look at Haitang, not daring to move.

"Go to sleep."

Haitang just hugged him and snuggled into his arms.

Wan Jue just lay there straight, his movements never changed, his eyes never moved away, and even the frequency of his glaring eyes was very low.

Soon, the sound of Haitang's even breathing could be heard.

Wan Jue remained stiff for a long time, and only when he saw that she was really asleep did he let out a deep breath.

He moved slowly, stretched out his hand several times, and then retracted it.

...