She struggled several times but failed to break free. She could only stare at him with an impatient look on her face, "What do you want?"

Huangfu Xi smiled evilly, put his head in the crook of her neck, and breathed out gently. The warm breath spread on her skin, causing a pink blush.

She cursed in a low voice, "Damn it! Why do you like this as much as Xi Feng Shang?"

"Of course I'm going to sleep, my little princess." The ambiguous words and ambiguous expression made her feel goosebumps.

Close your eyes, inhale, exhale "I don't need a warm bed"

Seeing her cute actions, a hearty chuckle escaped from his throat.

"Haha~~~ Little princess, just because you don't need it doesn't mean that I don't need it."

With that said, he didn't allow her to resist, so he hugged her and walked straight towards the big bed.

Lying on his side on the bed, he held Feng Qingjue tightly in his arms. No matter how noisy she was, he would not move at all.

Finally, Feng Qingjue was tired and slowly closed her eyes.

Listening to the shallow breathing in his ears, Huangfu Xi curled his lips, taking advantage of the light on the candlestick, looking at the sleeping face of the girl in his arms, there seemed to be a slight throbbing in his heart.

With a wave of the hand, the candle was extinguished, and in the thick night, only a few cicadas were heard, and the silver brilliance of the moon was sprinkled in every corner, creating a quiet beauty.

Early the next morning, Feng Qingjue opened her eyes in confusion and stretched lazily.

After she regained consciousness, she suddenly touched her body and then lifted the quilt to take a look.

After reading it, I couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, "Fortunately, my clothes are not in a mess, and there's nothing like that..."

Just when she was rejoicing, the door creaked open.

Four maids walked in from outside the door.

Carrying a copper basin, a basin and water in his hands, he came to take care of everything in front of the bed for Feng Qingjue.

Wash your face, rinse your mouth, comb your hair

In front of the dressing table, Feng Qingjue frowned and looked at the two childish buns on her head.

He said calmly, "Change your hairstyle and don't have these two little buns."

The maid bent down and said with some embarrassment, "Princess, women who are under the age of Ling all have this hairstyle. Only when they reach the age of Ling can they change to other hairstyles."

After listening to the maid's words, Feng Qingjue's brows furrowed even more tightly. Here, she was only fifteen years old. She is only twelve years old now, which means that she will have to endure this hairstyle for another three years.

She couldn't stand it, so she put down her arranged hair and tied a small bunch of hair loosely behind her head.

The maid next to her was extremely anxious and said hurriedly, "Princess, no, this won't work."

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Does our country have a rule that those who are younger than Ling must have their hair tied in a bun?"

The maid suppressed her blush and said "No"

"I'm going out for a walk, don't follow me." After saying that, he turned around and walked out the door.
Chapter completed!