Exiled on the deserted star, the plants I planted have 100 million points of magic

The flight was relatively long, and Di Lie didn't like to talk.

In the warm and dull atmosphere, Ai Moye quickly fell asleep.

She lay on the table, breathing evenly and softly.

After Di Lie finished taking care of the roses, he put the vase back in the bedroom. When he came out again, he saw that the little prisoner was drooling.

He took out a tissue and wiped her with it. He suddenly remembered that he was mysophobic and threw the paper ball away in disgust.

But he couldn't let Ai Moye lie here. If he caught a cold, he would still be in trouble.

After carrying her back to his room, Di Lie took the quilt and covered her with it.

Ai Moye was lying on her side, and the cold quilt made her hands and feet curl up subconsciously.

Di Lie raised the room temperature, and Ai Moye's sleeping position was slightly unfolded.

The girl's beautiful black curly hair is scattered all over the pillow, and her profile is calm and beautiful. She gently placed one hand in front of her lower abdomen without getting close, doting at the same time repulsing him.

Di Lie hooked a strand of her hair and asked in a low voice, "Do you love him very much?"

He refuses to tell whether he is alive or dead, who is the biological father of the child, yet he cares so much about this child.

He was only eighteen years old, and he would still be a weak, naive cub anywhere in the interstellar world, living under the wings of his parents, but now he had to protect another cub from the wind and rain.

Obviously, as long as she tells who her birth father is, they can arrange everything and let her take off the burden. But she insisted on taking the child with her and raising and teaching her herself.

It's a stupid and stubborn approach, but it's not annoying.

All the little prisoner's actions confused him.

At the end of the long journey, the airship arrived at the air military base in the imperial capital.

Before getting off the airship, Di Lie said, "Put on your coat."

Ai Moye had just woken up, rubbing her sleepy eyes and asked, "Is it cold outside?"

"The temperature has been cooling down in the past two days." He pinched Ai Moye's coat casually. It was not very thick and probably couldn't withstand the weather outside which was only a few degrees.

He opened the closet again, put aside a row of shirts and trousers with a clatter, found a short jacket, and threw it to Ai Moye.

When Ai Moye put it on, even if it was short for Di Lie, it was enough to cover her buttocks.

The long journey made the pregnant woman listless. She slowly put on her coat, lifted the quilt and started to put on her socks.

His movements were as slow as a tortoise, and he couldn't even touch his socks for a long time. Di Lie couldn't see it, and suddenly came to her and knelt down on one knee.

Holding her delicate ankle with one hand, Di Lie picked up the snow-white socks and put them on her feet.

Ai Moye exclaimed, "What are you doing!"

She subconsciously wanted to retract her foot, but Di Lie held her ankle.

Di Lie didn't use any force, but Ai Moye couldn't break free at all.

"By the time you get dressed, the people in the military department will have died, so you don't have to wait for my meeting."

"Men and women cannot kiss each other!" Ai Moye roared angrily.

Di Lie asked, "That time and space of yours is the so-called feudal Qing Dynasty?"

Ai Moye couldn't break free, so she had to wait for him to finish wearing it. She even tied the straps on her shoes again and tied an ugly bow.

"Uncle Emperor, your behavior will be punished in our place." Ai Moye got playful and pretended to be sad, saying hypocritically, "Otherwise, you have to marry me, otherwise the patriarch He won’t let us go.”

Di Lie finished tying the other bow. Ai Moye's skin was white and delicate. Even if Di Lie didn't use any force, there were still very faint red marks on her ankles.

Di Lie casually rubbed the red marks, stood up again, bent down slightly, and looked at Ai Moye who was sitting on the edge of the bed, with deep eyes and a narrow smile.

"Do you know what you look like to me?"

Ai Moye said, "Cat?"

"No, quail." Di Lie said meaningfully, "a little big quail, wet and fluffy, hiding in the nest, waiting for the mother bird to come back with a small insect in her mouth."

How could it be quail?

Ai Moye thought about it, but she didn't even think she looked like a bird.

After thinking about it carefully for a while, she suddenly realized what was happening after she left the base and got into the car.

"Are you mocking me for not even having all my hair?"

Unfortunately, she had already sat in the car at this time, and Di Lie got into another car and drove away.

Ai Moye was so angry that she beat the window. Anne smiled softly and said comfortingly, "Mr. Di has always been like this. You don't need to take his words to heart."

Ai Moye also knows that Di Lie is not beaten to death. Is it because his handsome face makes people and gods angry that the people bullied by him can't bear to attack him?

I thought I would go back to school directly, but I didn't expect the car to miss the road leading to Heyuan.

"Sister Anne, where are we going?"

"Mrs. Emma wants to see you because we haven't seen each other for a long time." Anne smiled and said, "Besides, it's been a long journey, and now you have to go back to Heyuan without anyone to take care of you. After all, I don't feel at ease."

Ai Moye didn't refuse. She brought a lot of specialties. It would be nice to give them to Mrs. Emma in person.

When they arrived at the castle, the housekeeper Mary came to greet her with several servants.

Annie sent the person there and left, and Aimoye was welcomed into the castle.

Mrs. Emma came forward with a smile on her face, and opened her arms to hug Ai Moye.

"Ye Ye, my good boy, you are finally here. I have been waiting for you all day."

Mrs. Emma's embrace was very warm, with a strange fragrance and comfortable body temperature, which reminded Emma Ye of her grandma.

With tears in her eyes, she hugged Mrs. Emma back, put her head on the crook of Mrs.'s neck, and choked, "I miss you too."

Hearing her vulnerability, Mrs. Emma suddenly stopped smiling, "What's going on? Did that bastard Di Lie bully you?"

Ai Moye quickly shook her head, quickly wiped away her tears, and said with a smile, "Uncle Di takes special care of me. He is such a good man."

Mrs. Emma's expression was cold, "That's what he should do."

Ai Moye also introduced her specialties, especially wool blankets.

"It's very cold in the Imperial Capital in winter, and wool blankets are very warm. I hope you won't find it objectionable."

Mrs. Emma spread out the wool blanket. This one was of a solid color and blended in with the snow when placed on the snow.

"It's so beautiful, so soft and comfortable. It's very precious at first sight." Mrs. Emma couldn't put it down, and then said hesitantly, "But wouldn't it be better for you to keep Ye Ye?"

She had watched the live broadcast and knew that the wool was sheared from sheep.

The sheep raised by Aimoye are shiny and smooth, and even their fur is a hundred times better than the sheep on ordinary farms.

Mrs. Emma never expected that such a precious wool blanket would eventually be delivered to her.

Aimoye said, "The prison where I live mostly has a hot summer climate, and the winter is relatively short, so it is not very useful. You and Uncle Di have given me so much help, so it is appropriate to send it to you."

Mrs. Emma no longer refused, and held the wool blanket and stroked it for a while before asking Ms. Mary to store it properly.

It started to rain in the evening, and the sound of raindrops hit the glass windows and flowed along the smooth glass surface.

Ai Moye sat by the window, looking at the falling yellow leaves and the continuous patter of broken raindrops outside. She felt sleepy and soon tilted her head and fell asleep.