"Yiyi..." Feng Yuze glanced at Yan Yiyi gratefully. He knew that she already understood what he was thinking but did not reveal it.
"Haha, I'm so sleepy, go to sleep." Yan Yiyi raised her head and smiled at Feng Yuze.
She was really sleepy, and tomorrow she would follow Dongxue and the others to visit the store. If it was good, they would buy it and decorate it. By then, they should have completed their training.
"Well, go to bed early, I have some things to deal with."
Feng Yuze covered Yan Yiyi with the brocade quilt, lowered her head and pressed a kiss on her forehead.
Yan Yiyi nodded and closed her eyes.
Feng Yuze sat by the bed. It wasn't until Yan Yiyi's low breathing came that he got up and left the room. When he walked out of the door, he saw Dong Xue standing at the door and ordered, "Look at Madam carefully."
"It's...your lord." Dongxue said happily and watched Feng Yuze leave.
When Feng Yuze disappeared from her eyes, she gently opened the door and walked in lightly...
When she came to the bed and looked at Yan Yiyi who was already sleeping soundly, Dongxue's tears welled up in her eyes again.
"lady……"
"Dongxue, if you are crying, I will send you to the woodshed." Suddenly Yan Yiyi, who had been asleep, opened her eyes, startling Dongxue.
"Madam, you actually..." Dong Xue stared at Yan Yiyi who opened her eyes with wide eyes.
"Hey, your wife is so powerful, how could I possibly sleep?"
Yan Yiyi was about to sit up from her bed as she spoke. Seeing this, Dong Xue quickly helped Yan Yiyi up and then said, "Madam, why aren't you asleep?"
"Tch, can I fall asleep?"
Yan Yiyi raised her eyebrows. Although the ointment was very good, her body still hurt.
"Madam, your body hurts?" Dongxue said in a low voice when she saw Yan Yiyi grinning and her eyes turned red.
Seeing Dong Xue looking like she was about to cry again, Yan Yiyi quickly shook her head, is this girl made of water? She cries so easily?
"Okay Dongxue, your wife is not that fragile. By the way, who is the slave who poured soup on me?"
"Madam..." Dong Xue seemed hesitant to speak, her eyes looking left and right from time to time.
Yan Yiyi knew at the first sight that this person was definitely not an ordinary slave.
"You said it's okay."
"It's the princess's slave, Shui'er."
"Oh, it's her?" Yan Yiyi smiled. It seems that they want to take action? Is this soup also intentional?
She had obviously escaped, but the soup was still spilled on her body. If I didn't know martial arts, maybe the soup would be spilled on her face?