Devilish Dream Boy Pampers Me to the Sky

Xiao Mokang started to wonder if he really didn't care too much about the little emperor?

Even the servants were not interested in the little emperor, let alone tea, even the water was completely cold.

He was watching here, naturally he didn't let Chu Ci use the cold water.

Xiao Mo Kuang opened his mouth to call for new tea, watching the little girl sitting on a stool obediently holding a tea cup and sipping sips, his frowning brows eased slightly.

She didn't have her hair tied either, she just sat on the edge of the bed with her coat on her face and watched Chu Ci drink the cup of tea.

This is the eyelid lifted, and he said, "Enough to drink?"

Chu Ci nodded, following her movements, her hair swayed slightly behind her, and the moment she seemed to remind him of the touch he felt before.

His eyes were dark, but his head was still groggy, and he finally got a good night's sleep. Naturally, Master Tai Fu was unwilling to let it go. He nodded his head and stood up directly and walked to the table.

I didn't even bother to say a sentence when the minister was offended, and he picked up the little girl and walked to the bed.

Chu Ci clasped his neck subconsciously. The coat he put on his shoulders slipped down due to Chu Ci's movements and fell to the ground. This person didn't bother to care about it. He walked to the bed in three or two steps, picking up his clothes. Little girl put on the bed.

Then he sat down on the bed.

Chu Ci was squeezed inward and shrank, and his **** eyes looked at Xiao Mokang like this, because the corners of his lips were still bright after drinking the water just now. Do you discuss matters with the Ministry of War?"

Just finished saying this, Master Tai Fu, who was already lying on the dragon bed, easily pressed the little emperor onto the pillow. His eyes were closed, but his hands were accurate and clasped Chu Ci’s waist, low and vague. The answer was.

But there is no meaning to go.

"Tao Fu?"

"Tao Fu?!"

"Tao Fu!!!"

Being pressed between the beds, Chu Ci, who has slept for almost an hour, is naturally not sleepy at all. She has slept very well these days. At this moment, she is not energetic, but she is pressed on the bed like this. Seeing this guy who said he was going to talk to the Ministry of War and rested on her dragon bed, he looked like he was going to sleep.

Chu Ci couldn't help but grabbed the corner of his clothes, and his voice grew louder, with a little dissatisfaction.

She was full and didn't want to continue lying in bed.

Xiao Mo Kuang frowned and opened his eyes, looking at the little girl fluttering under his arm, with even greater strength.

The other hand reached out to Chu Ci's head and touched it, his voice was low and dumb, with a vague expression of helplessness, "Don't make trouble."

"Aren't you going to discuss matters? Don't miss the state affairs, Taifu."

Probably because he slept well before, Xiao Mo Kuang couldn't wait to enter that sleep again. Hearing Chu Ci's words, he immediately spoke without hesitation.

The tone seemed to be a bit complaining.

"After talking, there are only a few things, and there is no practical idea at all. What I said today is the same as tomorrow." Then he closed his half-opened eyes again, and it was a bit pitiful to say that. It means, as if he was coaxing her, with a low voice, "The minister has a terrible headache. I haven't slept well these days. Your Majesty, let the minister rest for a while. Can we talk about it?"

This was the first time I heard this talkative tone from this guy.