Xiao Qiao woke up not long after, rubbed his tired eyes, yawned, and was surprised to realize that he was resting on Yuan Feng's shoulder, wearing Yuan Feng's brocade yellow shirt, with a slight smile on his face.

Red, turn sideways, will

He pulled off his brocade yellow shirt and looked at Yuanfeng, who was wearing a thin suit and standing in the cold morning light. He looked at him angrily: "Are you just sleeping like this all night? Aren't you afraid of getting sick? Look at your face.

It’s all turned purple from the cold!”

"I'm in good health, and this little bit of coldness doesn't matter. You sleep so deeply, you can easily catch a cold!" Yuanfeng smiled, as if he didn't care. Suddenly, a faint cool breeze blew through the early morning forest.

The fog of confusion also dissipated lightly. Yuanfeng trembled and couldn't help but sneeze.

"Hey, look at you, you said you're in good health, but you've caught a cold! Come on, put on your clothes quickly!" Xiao Qiao glanced at Yuan Feng anxiously, looking very worried, and hurriedly put on the brocade yellow shirt

"You should keep your clothes on, it's cold!" Yuanfeng pushed away and looked at Xiao Qiao caringly.

"If you really want me to be your friend, just put on your clothes!" Xiao Qiao pretended to be angry and glared at Yuan Feng. "Okay then!" Yuan Feng said nothing more and smiled relievedly.

He couldn't help but sneeze again. Xiao Qiao was busy putting his brocade yellow shirt on him and tidying up the corners for him. Yuanfeng looked at her in rapt attention, so careful and focused, just like a

The wife is packing her husband's luggage, and every move is full of care.

"What are you doing?" Suddenly a thunderous roar rang out. Xiao Qiao's body trembled and his hands trembled. However, he was startled by the voice. He turned around and saw an angry look on his face.

Zhu Qinghan, and a group of servants, all had puzzlement and contempt written on their faces.[

Zhao Yuanfeng looked for the sound and glanced at Zhu Qinghan slightly. There was no reaction or fluctuation. Instead, he held Xiao Qiao's hand tightly and looked at Qinghan with a provocative look. "You, you..." Qinghan was extremely angry.

He clenched his fists and his pupils were rounded with extreme jealousy.

"You, why did you come out? You...don't get me wrong, I, we don't have anything!" Xiao Qiao subconsciously let go of Zhao Yuanfeng's hand and explained intentionally or unintentionally. Seeing Xiao Qiao like this, Zhao Yuanfeng's heart surged.
Chapter completed!