"Stop joking!" Xiaoxiao didn't know where she borrowed the strength to push him away, turned over and sat up, huddled in the bed, staring at him defensively, "My lord, if you are angry about what just happened,
, I can apologize to you."
Duan Yichen lazily turned sideways, resting his head on one hand, looking at her interestingly, "Is it so difficult for you to accept that you like me?"
"Yes." Xiaoxiao suppressed the rolling in her chest and said sternly, "Your Majesty, I don't know where I offended you, and I cost the lives of a whole family. It doesn't matter how you punish me, as long as I can save them, I will
I will definitely cooperate to the end and I guarantee there won’t be any complaints.”
"Haha, what a failure. I didn't expect that the first time I wanted a woman's heart, I was rejected so simply." Duan Yichen's lowered eyes concealed a bit of loneliness.
Xiaoxiao really couldn't understand him.
Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to hold her, and Xiaoxiao was so frightened that she was about to scream and struggle again, but unexpectedly, he just stretched out his arms to hold her in his arms, "Don't move, I just want to hug you."
Xiaoxiao raised her head in horror, but accidentally hit his chin with her head. The pain made her scream, "It hurts. What is your chin made of? Is it so hard?"
Duan Yichen smiled evilly and rubbed the top of her head with one hand. The gentleness made Xiaoxiao open her eyes wide, forgetting to resist, and really doubted whether she was dreaming.
Is the world a fantasy or a Rubik's Cube?
Is this person, this person who can rub her head with a so-called "gentle" movement, Duan Yichen?
Is it him? Is it him? Or is it him?
Staring at her big eyes that did not hide his emotions, Duan Yichen raised his eyebrows and joked, "Master Lin is a humble gentleman who knows etiquette, justice and integrity. How can the daughter he taught be such a daredevil?"
Xiaoxiao looked at him blankly, stretched out her hand dullly, and touched his forehead directly, "My lord, do you have a fever?"
That serious expression made Duan Yichen chuckle. Without saying anything, he hugged her directly and closed his eyes, "I am tired and want to sleep for a while."
"Sleep?" Xiaoxiao panicked, "No, no, no, this is my room, this is my bed, you can't sleep here!"
A lazy voice floated over, "This entire palace belongs to me."
"But why don't you sleep in your own room?"
"dislike."
"...Okay, you're being cruel!" Xiaoxiao wanted to push him away, "Then you can sleep here, I'll sleep somewhere else!"
Just as he was about to stand up, he pulled her into his arms and hugged her irresistibly, "You're not allowed to go anywhere, just sleep here!"
"you……"
"If you keep talking, I will continue what I left unfinished!"
His warning was indeed effective. Xiaoxiao was like an eggplant beaten by frost, huddled there without daring to move. She deliberately kept a distance from him, and quietly drew out of his strong ruffian-like embrace.
A Chu River and Khan realm.
All her little movements fell into Duan Yi's dim eyes. Seeing how hard she worked to draw boundaries, a soft smile slowly poured out.
At this moment, he really couldn't connect her with the Lin Moying who had hurt his second brother.
Thinking of his second brother, his smile disappeared in vain, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but tighten her grip again. Regardless of Xiaoxiao's protest, he said stiffly, "Sleep!"