No one dares to stop the carriage pulled by His Majesty's beloved pet.
So Qing Hui returned to the palace unimpeded.
Even in the palace, the hailstorm showed no signs of stopping.
When she got off the bus at the gate of the palace where she lived, there was a layer of ice hockey balls rolling on the ground that hadn't had time to melt.
They are piled together of different sizes, like pebbles.
When such hail falls, countless houses in the capital will be damaged.
Qing Hui got out of the car and went to see the king immediately.
She was safe and sound in the carriage, but no matter how fast the king was, it still took him an hour to get from the outside of the city to the city. He had been running in the hail for so long, and he didn't know if he would be injured.
"Your Majesty, come in quickly and let's take a bath! Damn this weather!" Qing Hui hurriedly ran to the King and reached out to touch his wet fur. He looked like he was not injured, but the fur on his body was like ice needles.
Cold.
There were many small holes punched into the originally thick fur.
It was really a big sin.
Qing Hua gently stroked his hair with her hands lovingly,
But upon receiving Qing Hui's invitation to take a bath together, the king stiffened for a moment, then slowly freed his head from Qing Hui's hand, and disappeared with a "swish".
Qing Hui's hands were suddenly empty.
Her hand stopped in mid-air and moved her claws.
Then he looked at the direction in which the king was running away, with a puzzled look on his face.
No, why is he running so fast?
Could it be that she was shy when she said they wanted to take a shower together?
Qing Hui slapped his head and almost forgot that the king is a male tiger.
Although he seemed to be consciously hiding himself tightly every time and not letting her see any privacy, he was indeed a brave male tiger.
No wonder he ran so fast, he must be shy.
But I've slept in the same bed with her so many times, so there's nothing to be ashamed of.
He is a big tiger, not a human being.
Even if he is a spiritual tiger, he may have the opportunity to become a human in the future, but considering the lifespan of a demon, the king is still a cub now, right?
Not even a teenager.
He turned into a three-headed little cub who was strangled to death by a human being.
What are you ashamed of?
If he hadn't looked so powerful, she would have recognized this tiger cub as her son.
Qing Hui shook his head, sighed, and turned around and entered the hall.
She went to take a bath first, and when she came out of the bathroom, she saw Lian Xueyin sitting in her bedroom. Before she could say hello, Lian Xueyin asked the palace servants to bring her warm ginger soup.
Qing Hua held up the ginger soup and drank it all, and then realized, "Your Majesty, I won't get cold."
She is a tree. If it is exposed to rain, its leaves will fall off, but it will not catch wind or cold.
"Warm yourself." Lian Xueyin said.
"It's indeed a bit cold. Why is the weather suddenly so abnormal?" Qing Hui rubbed his hands.
Lian Xueyin saw her movement and stretched out his hand towards her.
Qing Hui didn't know why, but he still handed over his hand.
She was standing, Lian Xueyin took her hand, pulled her gently, held her in his arms, hugged her, and held her hands in his palms.
Qing Hui raised his head and saw his chin as smooth as jade.
Touching her forehead, there was a touch of coolness.
Qing Hui blinked, took his hand out of his palm, held his face, felt the coldness in his palm, and asked curiously,
"Your Majesty, didn't you go out? Why is your face so cold?"
"Did you ask the king to pick me up? I just asked him to take a bath with me, and he was still shy."