Without the interruption of the fool, Wen Xining did not sleep peacefully that night. She opened her eyes amidst the crisp chirping of birds outside and glanced around. As expected, the fool did not dare to come in. This was what she expected.
Something happened, but I couldn't help but feel a little worried. Where did he sleep last night?
Alas, it seems that her head was really pinched by the door. Why is she worried about this fool? Prince Shuo's palace is so big, are she still worried that he will have no place to sleep?
"Oh, my lord, why are you sleeping here?" At this moment, Quan'er's exclamation suddenly came from outside. Wen Xining was startled. The next moment, he got up involuntarily and ran to the door.
Pull the door open.
Beitang Shuo, who was dressed in a moon-white robe, was hugging his shoulders and huddled tremblingly by the door. Perhaps he was awakened by Quan'er's voice. He opened his hazy eyes and looked at the two of them with a cute expression.
He said with trembling lips: "Mother...Mother, morning...good morning."
Hello, you big-headed ghost.
Wen Xining wailed, was this fool trying to kill her? If someone else in the house saw it, the rumors would drown her to death.
Looking around, fortunately it was still early and there was no one else in the courtyard. Wen Xining said angrily: "Come in quickly! Quan'er, hurry up and make some ginger soup for the prince to ward off the cold."
Damn it, it's still so cold out here. If this idiot had any shortcomings, she would die of guilt if someone didn't poke her in the back.
"Oh, okay." Quan'er put down her things and turned around and ran away.
Wen Xining turned around, only to see Beitang Shuo still on the ground. She couldn't help but stare. Before she could speak, she heard his weak voice, "Shuo... Shuo'er can't get up."
"..." Wen Xining was speechless and reluctantly reached out to help him. Unexpectedly, his tall body was not concealed. Wen Xining was unsteady and almost got kicked by him.
Drag it over.
"Why are you so tall?" Wen Xining muttered. Helpless, Wen Xining could only squat down, grab his long hand and wrap it around the back of his neck, putting it on his shoulder. Then he stood up with difficulty, step by step.
He walked towards the house.
Beitang Shuo hung almost his whole body on Wen Xining's body, and a faint sound lingered on the tip of his nose. He took a deep breath, with a look of enjoyment on his face, and a successful evil smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Mmmmm, the smell of the lady smells so good. The lady’s face is so beautiful when she grits her teeth and turns red from holding it back.