In a magnificent hall and an extremely exquisite sleeping hall. Two figures, no, it should be one figure that keeps shaking. He seemed very irritable and kept walking around the bed.
The long silver hair also fluttered, and the black brocade robe made the slightly childish face look majestic. However, the face is now quite dark and the veins on the forehead are pulsating. Turning around and looking out the window, it was already three o'clock in the morning. Uh... Okay! There seems to be no sun in the forest prison, but it can mean that the person on the bed has almost slept until noon!
Xuanji raised his eyelids and saw several palace servants behind him with bruises and swollen faces. The veins on his forehead are popping up again. Is it difficult to get him up? Why are they all like this? Why haven't you called me yet? Why do you want him to call me in person? Thinking of this, the air pressure around Xuanji became even lower.
Walking to the bed, Xuanji reached out to pull the quilt. Unexpectedly, his hand just touched the back. It's a punch coming towards you, and it's very fast. Xuanji's face turned even darker as he easily let his fist slide through his hair. He can figure out what's going on with the injuries on the faces of people in the White House.
The bite on the back tooth socket made a crunching sound, and Xuanji's luck caused the brocade quilt to fly away. I saw the person sleeping on the bed, clucking his mouth, reaching out his hands to find the quilt, and showing no intention of waking up. The corners of Xuanji's mouth twitched. He had never seen someone who could sleep so well.