Qingluan got up and got out of bed, "Qingluan serves the prince."

"Just stay in bed." King Chen said lightly, stopping Qingluan's movements, "It's cold outside, try to go out as little as possible at night."

Qingluan blinked, knowing that she had not hidden her actions from standing outside the study just now. After all, his martial arts are so good and the Hei Lingwei is such a powerful person. How could he not find her?

She felt a little warm in her heart, and nodded obediently and lay back in the quilt, "Have you had dinner?"

"I've eaten." King Chen said, and went out and asked someone to fetch hot water, took off his boots and washed his feet.

The maid wanted to serve him, but he refused.

Qingluan was half lying on the bed, and for some reason, she said, "Prince, is Qingluan like this considered warming the bed for the prince?"

The bed was already warmed up, and she was waiting for the prince in bed, as if she was indeed a warm-up bed.

King Chen looked at her silently and didn't say anything, probably because he thought this question was very naive.

Qingluan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth slightly, thinking to herself that she just wanted to warm the bed for him, openly, staying in the bed every cold night waiting for someone.

Who says this feeling is not beautiful?

"Prince, how are the matter outside dealing with?"

"It will take some time." King Chen went out to pour water, stood by the bed and took off his outer robe and hung it on the hanger. He took off his robe, and wore only a white close-fitting underwear, lifted up the quilt and went to bed.

"Prince, is it warm in the quilt?"

King Chen nodded. Perhaps it was because of the fatigue of the day that the warm bed made him feel comfortable, or perhaps it was because the woman beside him had a soft and nice voice, and his voice became softer unconsciously.

"Your appearance is like this for the time being, and you'll change it when you go back."

Qingluan nodded, "Yes."

It doesn't matter whether the appearance is restored or not. Anyway, the prince knows who she is, and she also knows who the person lying beside her is, which is enough.

She is a chess piece arranged by Feng Jiuzhou in Tiandu City. If she restores her original appearance at this time, she will easily be recognized. Although Feng Jiuzhou’s father and daughter have no more than a land, it is difficult to prevent someone from struggling to death in the dark.

King Chen was busy outside for a day, and at this time he was lying on the bed and no longer had the interest in reading. He closed his eyes to rest.

Qingluan looked at her calmly for a while and whispered: "Your Majesty is tired?"

King Chen responded: "It's okay."

"Press Qingluan for the prince." As she said that, she adjusted her posture and put her hands on the temples of King Chen. Just as she was about to take action, she saw that King Chen had opened his eyes and grabbed her hand.

"Lying down." After saying that, he raised his hand and waved it, and the light in the room went out, "Sleep."

Qingluan blinked in the darkness and lay docilely on his arms, "Prince."

"Um."

"Prince, I like you." She spoke softly, and the sincere expression of emotion could be heard in her voice, as well as a hint of obvious movement and gratitude, "Prince, Qingluan has liked you for a long time, for a long time..."

It's been a long time, from the first meeting to the present, from liking to love, the feelings are profound and bone-like, and they become a little bit unexcited.

King Chen didn't say anything, but his arms around her slender shoulders tightened slightly, and after a long time he nodded again.

Qingluan's mouth curled up, her eyes closed, and she fell asleep with satisfaction.

What is her greatest wish in her life?

It is enough to be able to sleep together on the shoulders of your beloved person.
Chapter completed!