Ink Owl: "......"

After hugging him for a while, Qiao Yexing propped up his head from Zhan Mo Xiao's arms, raised his eyes softly, looked at him pitifully, and flattened his small mouth: "Executive Elder ~ beg to be taken in." ”

Zhan Mo Xiao: "......" co-author, this is still up to him, right?

Before Zhan Mo Xiao could speak, Qiao Yexing continued to look at him with her pitiful and aggrieved little eyes: "Please~ I sleep very quietly, and I will never make any noise to disturb you." ”

Her heart was extremely unsettled now, so she thought that if she returned to her room, facing the empty and cold room, she would still be silent in the nightmare that she had just had, not a nightmare...... Tossing and turning.

The Warrior seemed to see through her hidden fragility from under her dark eyes. His eyes froze slightly, and after a few seconds of silence, he took the lead in turning around and walking into his room: "The extra quilt is in the closet, go get it yourself." ”

Qiao Yexing instantly raised his lips and smiled: "I knew that we were the best executive elders!" With that, he followed him in, and then went to the closet in the cloakroom, and took out the quilt and pillow.

After putting the quilt and pillows on the sofa, Qiao Yexing turned her head again and looked at the war ink owl who was already lying on the bed, she blinked, just looked at him like this, and didn't speak.

But what she wanted to express, Zhan Mo Xiao naturally understood.

"......" he glanced at her lazily and coldly, "Don't take an inch." ”

After leaving this sentence, he turned around and turned his back to Qiao Yexing's side.

Qiao Yexing couldn't help laughing, and then pretended to be disgusted and muttered in a low voice, "No grace." ”

After speaking, she obediently lay on the sofa, covered the quilt, and closed her eyes.

When the lights were turned off, all the senses seemed to be magnified. As big as ...... It seemed that even the shallow breathing of the battle ink owl could be heard clearly by Qiao Yexing.

However, at this time, the sound of his breathing was like a lullaby to Qiao Yexing, which made her fall asleep quickly.

It wasn't until he heard Qiao Yexing's steady breathing from the other side of the sofa that Zhan Mo Xiao lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

He turned on the lamp, walked to the sofa, saw Qiao Yexing who had fallen asleep, shook his head, and then bent down and gently picked her up.

When Qiao Yexing was picked up, his mouth first moved slightly, then smacked, and finally rubbed against his chest, nestled in his arms, and continued to sleep.

In this regard, the war ink owl curled his lips a little helplessly.

After putting Qiao Yexing on the bed, he covered her with the quilt, and Zhan Mo Xiao turned off the lamp, and then walked to the sofa and fell asleep.

lest someone scold him the next day for not having grace.

……

A good night's sleep.

The next day, Qiao Yexing slept until almost noon before waking up.

After closing her eyes and yawning, she slowly opened them again.

"Huh...... how she slept in bed.

Qiao Yexing propped himself up a little suspiciously, and found that he was sleeping on the bed of the War Ink Owl at this time, still covered with his quilt.

Last night, she wasn't...... Sleep on the couch?

Don't......

Thinking of a possibility, the corners of Qiao Yexing's lips immediately curled.

"Snort......" After sneering softly, she muttered again, "Sullen." ”