Chu Huaizhi raised his big hand in front of Jiang Li, just enough to support her chin.

I thought Jiang Li would wake up after touching his big palm, but she didn't. With her chin supported, Jiang Li slept even more soundly.

Chu Huaizhi kept leaning forward, looking down at the little head in front of him.

As Jiang Li tilted her head, Chu Huaizhi's fingers, which were covered with calluses from years of fighting in battles, touched her delicate skin.

Chu Huaizhi felt the smooth touch on his fingers, and his palm froze. He slowly left Jiang Li's chin and moved his palm downwards.

However, Jiang Li, who had finally found support, clung tightly to his big palm. Every time Chu Huaizhi moved down an inch, Jiang Li's head would drop down an inch against the palm of his hand.

Just as Chu Huaizhi was about to take his hand back, Jiang Li grabbed his hand and frowned unhappily: "Don't move, let me sleep for a while."

She mumbled twice in a daze, and then fell asleep on the memorials placed high in front of her, resting her head on Chu Huaizhi's hand.

She rubbed her cheek against his warm palm, found a comfortable place and continued to sleep.

Jiang Li, who had been dozing off with her head down, was now sleeping on the memorials in front of her, resting her head on Chu Huaizhi's hand. The half of her face facing Chu Huaizhi seemed to be covered by peach blossoms, with a faint pink color in her whiteness.

The cherry lips were pursed together due to being squeezed. Whether it was the face that was more beautiful than a flower or the cherry lips that were glowing with a radiant luster, they exuded temptation everywhere and aroused people's imagination.

Chu Huaizhi's other hand holding the scroll tightened slightly, and his finger joints turned white due to excessive force. He looked down at Jiang Li, and a strange feeling arose in his heart that he had never felt before.

This feeling of losing control of himself made Chu Huaizhi particularly unhappy. His brows slightly furrowed and his thin lips were pursed into a thin slit.

Just as I was about to speak, my palms suddenly felt hot.

After seeing the crystal clear saliva flow from the corner of Jiang Li's mouth into his palm, Chu Huaizhi's whole face turned black.

"Wake up."

Chu Huaizhi's tone became heavier, but Jiang Li just smacked her lips, showing no sign of waking up.

"hiss--"

Jiang Li's delicate little face instantly hit the memorial, leaving a faint mark.

Jiang Li, whose sweet dream was interrupted, frowned in displeasure and raised her hand to rub her sleepy eyes.

As she rubbed her eyes, the scene in front of her became clearer and clearer.

The first thing that caught her eye was a black robe embroidered with a four-clawed golden python. Jiang Li subconsciously looked up along the black robe in front of her, and finally met Chu Huaizhi's gloomy face.

After seeing Jiang Li's saliva flowing onto his hand, the strange feeling in Chu Huaizhi's heart disappeared instantly, and he returned to his usual cold look.

The moment she met Chu Huaizhi's gaze, Jiang Li felt as if she was in an ice cellar, and her whole body was chilled.

"Uncle, I didn't fall asleep on purpose. I just..."

Before Jiang Li could finish her argument, Chu Huaizhi gave her a cold look, put down the book in his hand, turned around and walked out the door.

"Uncle, uncle, please don't leave! I know I was wrong!"

Jiang Li thought that she had fallen asleep in class and angered Chu Huaizhi, so she quickly got up and chased after him.

"Uncle, uncle, I really didn't mean it. I promise this is the only time, there won't be a next time!"

Jiang Li picked up her wide robe and chased after the figure in front. Chu Huaizhi turned a deaf ear to her words. At this moment, he just wanted to return to Yunxiao Palace to take a bath and change clothes!

Chu Huaizhi's steps became faster and faster. His hands, which were drooling over Jiang Li's mouth, were stiffly opened, trying his best not to let the saliva get on his clothes.

"Uncle, uncle, wait for me!"