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He Lan Xue stopped talking. After enduring for a while, she didn't say any harsh words. She just let go of the quilt and lay down on her side.

He suddenly realized that his actions were boring. He had only come to take a look before leaving, why did he still stay?

He had to beg and beg for his own life.

She felt very vexed.

Just as he was about to start a fight, the other person suddenly stopped pulling. Instead, she lay on the other side with her back tightly pressed to him, rewrapping herself in the blanket.

The temperature of the blanket, at that moment of silence, blended into the two of them.

Her lover's breathing was shallow.

She lifted her hand and gently put it down.

Forget it, the moment she walked in the door, she immediately felt the pressure of being disgraced. This night, she might as well take pity on her.

Thinking like this, He Lan Xue shut her eyes. Under the influence of the slight smell of alcohol and the thick night sky, he quickly fell asleep.

The cold air caused the two of them to get closer and closer.

When she woke up, the sky was already bright. Sunlight seeped through the windows and sprinkled on the floor, drop by drop, bright as beads.

There was a moment of confusion when he wanted to reach out and catch the sunlight.

But the morning light was like water. His fingers slipped.

He Lan Xue still felt a little sad, but she stopped her hand in mid-air and forgot to retract it.

Suddenly, something moved nearby. He was frightened and his black pupils contracted. The hand in the air immediately turned into a hacking motion, quickly flying to his side.

Her lover lifted the quilt from his head and rubbed his eyes with his hands. He had only massaged a few times when he heard the whistling of the wind.

In a split-second, He Lan Xue suddenly remembered what happened last night. Her hand abruptly stopped moving, and her palm almost touched the tip of her lover's nose.

The girl looked at her hand, which was almost within reach, with her eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Excuse me, what is this?

Morning training?

"I say …" After her initial surprise, she stammered out.

He Lan Xue was like a cat whose tail has been stepped on. She quickly got up, without caring about putting on a shirt or looking at her, and just walked out.

The maids who had been waiting outside for a long time were once again kneeling on the ground with a rustling sound. The 'prince' and 'prince' greetings could not be stopped.

The door swung open, and before the woman could react, the man was already far away.

Her lover blinked as she saw a similarly confused maid walk in with a bath bottle in her hand.

"What happened to him?" the woman asked absentmindedly.

The maid shook her head in fear: "I don't know." After a pause, the maid continued: "It's probably because the prince doesn't like staying in other rooms —"

"Eh?" His wife didn't quite understand what he meant. She wanted to ask more, but when she looked up and saw the maid hesitating to speak, wanting to gossip but not daring to do so, she decided to ignore this trivial matter.

That's right, it was none of his business. Houlan Xue was not one of his people.

Even if he was her husband.

To her, it was just someone raising her.

"No need to wash your face." Seeing that the maid had rolled up her sleeves and was about to roll up the towel, the servant waved her hand in a kind manner: "I'm going back to sleep."

Then, ignoring the startled look on the maid's face, she went back to sleep.

Speaking of which, he didn't sleep well yesterday.

He didn't expect that a man like He Lan Xue would actually have the habit of kicking the blanket, which would make her so cold …

I just hope that I don't have to sleep in the same bed with him anymore!

Her lover sensed that she was about to have a hard time.