"You want your dad to punch you, right?"

Yingqian sneered.

Pushing away Xiang Xuanhai's handsome face that came forward.

Even if you are a fool, don't try to take advantage of her!

There was no other movement around.

The patrolling guards have left.

Only the full moon hanging high in the night sky was left, shining silently on them.

Yingqian stood up and dusted off the dirt on his body.

Xiang Xuanhai was still sitting there, looking up at her with confused eyes, as if he didn't understand why he was rejected.

There were messy grass leaves hanging in his long hair.

The black robe is no longer neat.

The collarbone is exposed.

Yingqian accidentally glanced over and resisted the urge to whistle.

I have to say.

If you just look at the appearance.

No one would have thought that Xiang Xuanhai in front of them would be a murderous tyrant.

Yingqian was just bewitched by his face for half a second.

Then Xiang Xuanhai stretched out his hand and tugged at the corner of her clothes.

"hug."

Ying Qian sighed.

He took off the grass blades in Xiang Xuanhai's hair and patted him twice on the head as if coaxing some kind of pet.

"When you grow up, you have to learn to stand up by yourself, do you understand?"

Xiang Xuanhai didn't know whether he understood her words or not. He tilted his head and rubbed Yingqian's palm like a large dog.

Yingqian shivered.

I still can't get used to the tyrant's coquettishness.

She dragged Xiang Xuanhai to his feet and took him sneaking back to the dormitory. There was no one else around, and Yingqian finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But she glanced out of the corner of her eye.

Unexpectedly, I saw Xiang Xuanhai holding a candlestick and seemed to be about to throw it towards the bed.

"Fuck me!"

Ying Qian trotted forward and grabbed Xiang Xuanhai.

"You bastard want to burn me to death?!"

"this."

Xiang Xuanhai tilted his head, pointing at the brass carved exotic animal decoration under the candlestick, smiling innocently.

"Piao Piao, give it to my sister."

Yingqian was stunned for a moment, and then she realized that Xiang Xuanhai wanted to throw away the candle on the candlestick and give her the brass beast underneath.

But...

She smacked her lips.

He muttered:

"Give me something from my room. It really belongs to you..."

Even so.

But after all, she lives in a tyrant's palace.

Everything here belongs to him.

Yingqian could only twitch the corners of her lips, put the candlestick aside, and reluctantly said thank you.

"It's very beautiful, thank you."

"elder sister."

Xiang Xuanhai's eyes lit up.

Despite Yingqian's look like he was looking at a fool, he sat on the edge of the bed and patted his side.

"Sleep sleep!"

Yingqian was stunned.

But then he reacted.

Xiang Xuanhai's words should really be taken literally.

After all, no one can expect a fool to mean what he says.

But being in the same room with a tyrant is stressful enough.

If I lay on the same bed again...

Yingqian shivered.

She moved the stool, kept some distance from Xiang Xuanhai, and asked in a friendly tone like a kindergarten aunt:

"Your name is...Xiaohai, right?"

"Um!"

"How old are you this year?"

Xiang Xuanhai tilted his head and thought for a while, then responded with a smile:

"Six years old!"

Yingqian opened his mouth.

Looking at his height of nearly 1.9 meters, she swallowed her words and said hypocritically:

"I can see that you are very well nourished..."

Xiang Xuanhai didn't understand what she meant.

Still having fun.

Yingqian pressed his swollen forehead, pushed Xiang Xuanhai to lie on the bed, then pulled up the quilt on the side and covered him tightly from head to toe.

"Go to sleep."

Xiang Xuanhai stuck his head out with difficulty, looking at her eagerly with his long messy hair.

"Where's my sister?"

"I?"

Yingqian stared at the ground and said with a complicated expression:

"I'm sick. I'm in good health since I was a child, so I like to sleep on the floor."

Fortunately, the Xiang Xuanhai in front of me only has the IQ of a six-year-old.

Otherwise, you would definitely be able to see the tears hidden in Ying Qian's eye sockets.

A good bed is in front of you.

Only a devil would sleep on the floor!

Xiang Xuanhai tugged on Yingqian's sleeves. He was so sleepy that he couldn't even open his eyes, but he still insisted:

"Sister, don't leave, stay with Xiaohai..."

"Not leaving."

"Tomorrow, I want to eat... steamed buns with my sister!"

When it comes to steamed buns.

Yingqian's stomach immediately became upset.

She also thought of the steamed buns that had disappeared because of Xiang Xuanhai.

Shunping his messy long hair, Yingqian looked at him with a sad face.

"Okay, okay."

Only then did Xiang Xuanhai feel satisfied.

His thin lips curved up, and he closed his eyes, but even as he fell into sleep, his fingertips were still firmly hooked on Yingqian's sleeves.
To be continued...