Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 775 The Tyrant’s Little Princess (27)

A certain tiger whose body was as soft as a liquid, sprawled in all directions, and rolled restlessly on the small bed several times.

As a result, the golden silkworm was covered and lost several of its hairs.

It lost its sleepiness, felt a little depressed again, heard the sound of breathing in its ears, and then...
It rolled silently again.

As a result, accidentally, a depressed tiger rolled down from the collapse.

Startled, it stabilized its body, landed on all fours, and raised its tail.

"." It's really good to be a cat, with a full sense of balance.

Yun Si fell to the ground and looked in the direction of the dragon bed again.

The crocodile silk tent hangs down, and the tent is embroidered with beads and silver threads all over the tent. The moonlight pours in, and the light is dim, like a magical sea falling into the clouds, covering the figure inside.

Jing Shi is as indifferent as a sleeping god in the heavenly palace, he can only be watched from a distance, not close.

The pace that Yun Si originally wanted to walk stopped suddenly.

Watching quietly, the ears slowly perked up.

It approached lightly, slipped its small body through the gauze, and looked up at the bed that was level with its head.

With a lift of the pure white claws, they climbed up.

The moment she landed on the bed, a white and slender hand appeared, with snow-colored wrists, and down, a woman in a plain white dress appeared, squatting beside the dragon bed.

Her pupils were full of light, like moonlight, slightly restrained and gentle.

The man was lying on his back, sleeping quietly with his eyes closed, his handsome face was less cold and grim than usual, and looked much more approachable.

She watched quietly, stretching out her white fingers, as if she was afraid of waking him up, bit by bit, she gently hooked his little finger.

After hooking it, the corners of her lips raised, as if the depression in her heart had dissipated a little.

Seeing him falling asleep, she didn't bother him. She hooked her and withdrew her hand.

Turning into a beautiful white tiger again, he jumped onto the bed and curled up next to his pillow.

Formed into balls, closed eyes, feeling the breath of him beside him, the loss in my heart gradually faded away.

Yun Si thought, if it's really not possible, it's fine to sleep next to his pillow like this.

She has been in this small world for so long, but she has never met him.

Now that they have finally met, she really misses his embrace and his breath very much.

It closed its eyes and sighed slightly in its heart.

Quietly group, brewing drowsiness.

But inside the Tai Chi Hall, it was still silent.

After Yun Si fell asleep completely, she didn't notice that the man's fingers were slowly bending.

Calloused fingertips lightly brushed across the silky cloth, and then clenched into fists.

Quietly, no one noticed.

The next day, when Yun Si rolled over habitually, she only felt that she was covered by the quilt, and it was covered with a man's cold breath.

Startled, she woke up instantly.

Looking up, he realized that Que Yan was no longer there, and he had rolled to the center of the dragon bed at some point.

The dragon bed was huge, even bigger than her bed, lying on it was so comfortable that she almost didn't want to get up.

It's just that when she got up and looked, she found that the soft quilt had been brutally padded by her, making countless folds.

And her inadvertently exposed claws couldn't help hooking out the gold thread on it.

After a good night's sleep, it seems that I have done too many bad things.

"." Guiltyly, Yun Si stuffed the torn quilt out of sight, and then jumped off the bed.

Jumping from the slightly open window sill next to him, he jumped out neatly.

The figure of the black and white dumpling disappeared quickly, but the wrinkles on the bed remained the same.

(End of this chapter)