Lord, let me be arrogant [End]

"Don't be joking!" Xiaoxiao didn't know where to borrow strength, pushed him away, turned over and sat up, huddled in the bed, and stared at him defensively, "My lord, if you are angry about what happened just now , I can apologize to you."

Duan Yichen lazily turned sideways, propped his head on one hand, and looked at her amusedly, "Is it so hard for you to accept liking me?"

"Yes." Xiaoxiao suppressed the tumbling of her chest, and said seriously, "My lord, I don't know how I offended you, and even cost the lives of a whole family. It doesn't matter how you punish me, as long as I can save them, I will give you my life." We will definitely cooperate to the end, and we promise that there will be no complaints."

"Hehe, what a failure. I never thought that this king wanted a woman's heart for the first time, but was rejected so flatly." Duan Yi's drooping eyes concealed a bit of loneliness.

Xiaoxiao really couldn't understand him.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand to grab her, so frightened that Xiaoxiao wanted to scream and struggle again, but who knows, he just stretched out his arms and put her in his arms, "Don't move, I just want to hug you."

Xiaoxiao raised her head in horror, but unfortunately the top of her head hit his chin, causing her to groan in pain, "It hurts so much, what is your chin made of? It's so hard?"

Duan Yi smiled evilly, rubbing the top of her head with one hand.That kind of tenderness made Xiaoxiao open her eyes wide, forgetting even to resist, really wondering if she was dreaming.

Is the world fantasy or the Rubik's Cube?

Is this person, this person who can rub her head with a movement called "gentleness", is it Duan Yichen?

is it him?is it him?Is it still him?

Staring at her big eyes that didn't hide his emotions, Duan Yi raised his eyebrows and joked, "Master Lin is a modest gentleman who knows propriety, righteousness and shame. How could the daughter he taught be a daredevil?"

Xiaoxiao stared at him blankly, stretched out her hand dully, and touched his forehead directly, "My lord, do you have a fever?"

That serious expression made Duan Yichen chuckle, without saying much, he hugged her and closed his eyes, "I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while."

"Sleep?" Xiaoxiao panicked, "No, no, no, this is my room, this is my bed, you can't sleep here!"

A lazy voice drifted over, "This entire palace belongs to this king."

"But why don't you sleep in your own room?"

"do not like."

"...Okay, you're ruthless!" Xiaoxiao wanted to push him away, "Then you can sleep here, I'll sleep somewhere else!"

Just about to get up, he pulled her back, and hugged him into his arms irresistibly, "I'm not allowed to go anywhere, just sleep here!"

"you……"

"If you talk again, this king will continue with what he didn't finish just now!"

His warning really worked, Xiaoxiao immediately shrank there like an eggplant beaten by frost, not daring to move.Still deliberately keeping a distance from him, he insisted on quietly drawing a line of Chu River Khan in his strong ruffian-like embrace.

All her small movements fell into Duan Yi's Shen Weimi's eyes, seeing her trying so hard to draw the boundary, a faint smile poured out slowly.

At this moment, he really couldn't connect her in front of him with Lin Moying who hurt his second brother.

Thinking of the second brother, his smile disappeared in vain, his brows furrowed, and he couldn't help but tighten her grip again, ignoring Xiaoxiao's protest, and said bluntly, "Sleep!"