Your Majesty, Please Release My Tyrant and Pet Slave.

The red candle beeped and beeped, exploding many candle flowers. Bei Xiaoran replaced it with a third brand-new red candle with his own hands, and the warm and ambiguous red color spread in the dark room. He never liked to use red candles before, and would bring luminous pearls with him wherever he went. But tonight, he actually liked this hazy feeling. After changing the candle, he sat next to the bed again, looking at the sleeping person with an expressionless face. This woman can really sleep. There was a fond smile on his lips. During the day, in order to find out the situation in the border town where Yue Cangqiong was stationed, he and Kong Zifu disguised themselves and sneaked into the city. The two sat on the first floor of the world...