Three Big Guys Are Vying to Be My Backer

Zhou Yuan woke up and transformed into the unpopular seventh prince. He just wanted to keep a low profile and save his life. Unexpectedly, at the palace banquet, Wang Pei Changyuan, who had a different surname, blocked him in the corridor in public. Xie Jiuchuan, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, grabbed his wrist with a cold face, and the imperial merchant Yin Xuelou blocked his last escape route with a smile. The three of them looked at him with hot and forbearing eyes, as if they were looking at their runaway wives. Pei Changyuan lowered his head and rubbed the top of his hair, and asked hoarsely: "Your Highness, do you still remember that I am waiting?" Zhou Yuan looked confused, do we know each other? Before these words could be said, Zhou Yuan was taken back to the dormitory by them. That night he was stuck in the brocade quilt and was tortured so much that he even cried intermittently. Pei Changyuan insisted on sleeping next to him, Xie Jiuchuan's cold fingers rubbed his back inch by inch, and Yin Xuelou kissed his fingertips while softly coaxing him to do it again. The three of them used different tricks to bully him, and he couldn't get out of bed for three days. Zhou Yuan curled up among the messy bedding, his whole body was sore and his consciousness was blurred. He didn't know where he provoked these three living kings of hell. Until he opened his eyes in a daze and saw Pei Changyuan hugging him contentedly, with a pair of furry cat ears sprouting from the top of his head. Xie Jiuchuan swung his tail impatiently, and the snow-white snake's tail was wrapped around his ankle. Yin Xuelou's eyes had turned red. He tilted his head and said to him: "Chirp." Zhou Yuan's pupils were shaking. Aren't these the three little ancestors he raised before time travel? Only then did he discover that the civet cat, white snake, and black-winged kite he had raised before crossing over had also traveled with him, and they had all become powerful figures. At this time, Zhou Yuan looked again, and the possessiveness in the eyes of the three beasts almost overflowed. Zhou Yuan couldn't bear the torture and wanted to run away, but was dragged back into the brocade quilt. "Your Highness, it's still early." "This time again, how about we send His Highness to the throne?" The pampering sick and weak beauty sufferer Motto: Good people are rewarded