The Soft and Sticky Spirit In Master Yu’s Eyes is a Full-scale Boss

Even if he couldn't see his facial features, Jiu Ci could feel that the other party was staring at him.

Jiu Ci pursed her lips and did not speak, expressing her acquiescence.

The temperature of the empty space dropped a bit, the two looked at each other silently, and neither of them spoke.

In the silent space, only Jiu Ci's light breathing could be heard.

I don't know how long it took, Jiu Ci who was sitting cross-legged on the ground didn't move, and the person sitting on the throne didn't move either, like two statues.

Jiu Ci didn't want to lose the momentum, the enemy didn't move and I didn't move.

But when I think of the husband who doesn't know what's going on outside, I can only ask, "Can you take me out?"

It is cold here, she wants to go out and hug the beautiful husband.

Jiu Ci asked, but did not get a response for a long time.

I couldn't see the facial features of the other party, Jiu Ci frowned slightly, looking at the motionless figure.

Will you fall asleep?

"Why don't you speak?" Jiu Ci tilted her head slightly, and her soft voice sounded again.

For a long time.

"Don't you think I'm noisy." A cold and indifferent voice came.

Then I will not speak.

Jiu Ci was silent, staring at the other party and compromising softly, "I don't think you are noisy."

"Oh, but I don't want to talk anymore." The man was still sitting on the throne, staring at Jiu Ci quietly, and spoke slowly.

Jiu Ci sat cross-legged on the ground with her neck raised and stared silently at the blurred face.

Even if you can't see the facial features, you can guess how beautiful the face is after being confused.

Time passed by, and neither of them said a word or moved.

Finally, Jiu Ci, who had a sore neck, pouted and turned around.

You tell me how to get out.

Jiu Ci, with her back to the throne, was depressed and autistic alone, she continued to meditate with her chin up, completely ignoring the people behind her.

Sometimes, white clouds appeared one after another beside Jiu Ci, looking soft.

Jiu Ci, whose attention was gradually attracted by the clouds, blinked, stretched out his hand and began to scour the surrounding white clouds. After scooping up to his side, he sat in the pile of white clouds and started a group.

After fluttering in the white clouds, I managed to get a mattress and quilt pillow.

It's just ugly.

Sit on the cushion and took the ugly pillow, and then took the quilt of different thickness to cover it, and lay down satisfied with a smile.

"Good night."

Looking at the white world, she whispered good night.

It's ten o'clock, time to go to bed.

Jiu Ci closed her eyes and slept very "peacefully".

The people on the throne were stunned for a moment when they watched the little girl's ferocious operation, then watched her lie down and closed her eyes, frowning slightly.

The series of smooth, silky and natural movements made him wonder if he was not majestic enough.

In just a few breaths, the little girl lying on the ground fell into a deep sleep and her breathing was steady.

Someone sat on the throne and stayed up all night, staring at her coldly all night.

In the middle of the journey, I found that the mattress and quilt that the little girl had finally gathered together showed signs of spreading, and her cool and handsome brows were slightly frowned.

The white fingertips moved slightly, and a golden light flashed away.

The clouds that had slowly dissipated condensed again.

In a short while, Jiu Ci's three-piece suit, which was full of bumps and ugly, became neat and beautiful, with a new look.

The new quilt looks like it is woven with clouds, it is even and beautiful, and has a faint texture.

For a moment, she was in a trance, slowly put away her fingertips, and continued to lean on the throne lazily, supporting her lower jaw to stare at the soft and tender face that fell into the soft pillow of white clouds.

After Jiu Cixiang had a sweet sleep, she squinted and groped in the quilt every day.

The little paw touched the quilt for a while only to touch the soft clouds.

The little girl lay in the duvet again and was silent for a few seconds.

Oh, my husband is not here.

The confused mind gradually became clear, Jiu Ci slowly got up and held the soft clouds in her small hands, staring at the front in a daze.

"Awake?" Leng Youyou slowly came from behind with a hint of resentment.

Jiu Ci turned her head to look at the messy hair, looked at the man who was looking at the table, and blinked, "Ang."

"Ignoring me and sleeping in front of me, is this how your father taught you?"

It was rare for him to say such a long series of words, and the resentment hidden in the cold tone could hardly be hidden.

Jiu Ci opened her sleepy eyes, silently stared at the man with cold air all over her body, and touched her stomach.

The soft voice was a bit coquettish, "Hungry~"

Someone who just wanted to settle accounts: "…"

After a quarter of an hour, the man sitting on the throne looked at the little girl who was sitting in the cloud and drank and helped his forehead.

The man who made some food for the little girl pursed his lips and questioned, "Does the soul still need something to eat?"

Jiu Ci, who was eating the small cake, gave a small meal, and answered as a matter of course, "It's time for dinner."

Eat obediently and don't let your husband worry.

“…”

The little girl looking up at her innocent little face can always make people speechless.

After eating the food, Jiu Ci touched his stomach, which he didn't know if he was full, and fell into the cloud again, sinking into it.

Sleep when she is full, then wake up to continue eating when she is full.

But someone didn't want her to sleep.

"You don't want to go out?" Seeing Jiu Ci's lazy and unwilling to fight, the man's eyebrows moved slightly.

"Then will you let me out?" Jiu Ci lay motionless in the clouds, not answering questions.

The man did not speak any more, and the air was silent again.

I don't know how long this silence lasted, and the indifferent and ruthless voice sounded again.

"You've always been so rude?"

Jiu Ci, who was lying flat, rolled over to sleep on his side, ignoring the questioning in his ears.

Jiu Ci, who wanted to pretend to be asleep and continued to ignore it, felt the momentum pouring over from the opposite side, and pursed her lips and resisted a few times.

The eyes staring at the top of her head were light and hot, and it was impossible to ignore.

Finally, she lifted the quilt and got up, her puffy face was irritated, and her eyebrows were tightly locked.

Sitting in the cloud, tugging at the quilt and tangled, just by looking at the knotted eyebrows, you can know how tangled the other party is, and the small expressions change again and again.

"Alas!"

He sighed after a few struggles.

Standing three steps away, looked at the cold and noble man on the throne, and bowed slightly with a serious expression.