Fusang was really sleepy, so she took off her coat and hid in the bed, only revealing two eyes looking at the Dragon King, whom she still thought was a sheep.
"Well, Mr. Sheep, there is a deck chair over there. Just make do with it and sleep on it. I will clean up the woodshed tomorrow and make a bed for you then."
As Fuso talked, his eyelids began to fight and he gradually fell into sleep.
The Dragon King narrowed his dangerous eyes. Damn it, this woman actually let him sleep on the recliner. He slowly approached Fusang. Just as the Dragon King was about to lift the quilt, he heard the sound of even breathing in his ears.
She stared at Fusang's peaceful sleeping face with wide eyes. Facing such a handsome man, she didn't think anything wrong and fell asleep within a few seconds. This was another extreme blow to the Dragon King.
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"Woman, what kind of creature are you?" the Dragon King muttered to himself.
He hasn't touched a woman in a thousand years, and the Dragon King's abstinence is really powerful, but no matter how hungry he is, when faced with such a baby who can be said to be sexually indifferent and not yet fully developed, his interest has long since disappeared.
With a wave of one hand, the crude lounge chair instantly turned into a soft couch, covered with soft blankets.
The Dragon King stretched out. Well, since he was sealed, he has been living in a small and narrow stinking ditch in the form of a loach. He misses his dragon bed very much, but now he cannot return to the Dragon Palace immediately.
We can only make do with it first.
Lying lazily on his side on the soft couch, the Dragon King glanced at Fusang, with two curved black eyebrows, long and curled eyelashes fluttering, his big and smart eyes had rested, his small nose, bright red lips, and slight smile at the corners of his mouth.
Rising, beautiful arc.
"Uh~" Fusang choked, turned over, and faced the Dragon King with his back.
The Dragon King rolled his eyes in disgust. How does her ordinary beauty compare with the three thousand beauties in his harem? He would rather continue not to touch women than to have a doll like this that is not even fully developed.
When the rooster crowed the next day, Fusang woke up, stretched out, and got out of bed, rubbing her sleepy eyes. Her father was going to sea today, and she had to help him prepare dry food for the day.
After walking a few steps, something seemed to trip him up. Looking down, Fusang quickly covered his red lips and swallowed up his exclamation.
Since when has there been a man in your room, and he is still a beautiful man sleeping.
This can't be blamed on Fusang. Before she wakes up, her IQ is usually very low. Her thoughts quickly returned to yesterday. Fusang's eyes opened wider and wider. This man was brought to the room by himself.
Oh~ it’s so beautiful! Fuso almost lost her mind again, but luckily she braked in time and quietly opened the door and went out.
In fact, the Dragon King was already awake from the moment Fusang got out of bed. He just wanted to see how this woman with a low IQ would react when she saw him.
Then the Dragon King was defeated, and his self-esteem was severely insulted again. There were still women in the world who were not fascinated by his beauty. The only consoling explanation that the Dragon King could think of was that this woman was abnormal, absolutely not.