After dressing up as a demon, i was pregnant with a cub

Part 59

the bird looked at the two men curiously, trying to figure out what they were doing. suddenly, from the place where it had just appeared, a white bird emerged, this bird was slightly larger than it, and the feathers of the tail feathers were red, which was the spirit of the red snow grass king.

it jumped to the little blackbird, raised its wings in front of it, obscured its view, and the little blackbird let out a puzzled "chirp", and the little blackbird pushed it aside with its body and began to comb its messy feathers.

two adults are communicating in adult ways, and the two birds are talking to each other in bird language that no one else understands, and the two birds are so small that they leave the tea table together and don't know where they are going.

he drunk vaguely heard the birds in the house, but he could not distinguish his mind from it, in fact, his spirit was already very tired, he had just given birth to a cub and was pulled back to the present world, and he had suffered a blow from his brother he xing, which basically reached the limit of what he could bear, saying that he was on the verge of collapse, and he himself was not much better.

therefore, he did not last long in this cloud and rain, and he fell into a groggy sleep halfway through, and the half bottle of red wine played an excellent sleep aid at this time, and his consciousness fell into darkness, and his body instinctively entered self-regulation.

when he came back it was still daylight, and when he woke up again, it was the next morning, and the rest of the day and night finally gave him some energy, but he didn't want to get up immediately, and he lay motionless.

as soon as he drunk opened his eyes, he saw him, saw him dressed neatly, and seemed to have been sitting there for a long time, perhaps not sleeping all night.

he drunk stared at him for a while, always feeling that the little protector had become very strange, although his consciousness was already a little confused when he did that last night, but he vaguely remembered that the other party had not taken off all his clothes from beginning to end.

something's wrong.

he drunk suddenly got up, and this slight movement alarmed the smelling people, who looked up at him: "your excellency, you are awake." "

he drunken's scrutinizing gaze fell on him, wanting to take his whole person apart and examine it, and the current situation made him very worried, and he couldn't think of anything suspicious as good, he could only prepare for the worst.

he propped himself up and tugged at his sleeve consciously or unconsciously: "when did you get up?" "

"after you go to sleep."

"don't you rest?" he drunk was a little surprised, seeing that there was still blood in the other party's eyes, "you are obviously tired too, right?" "

"the subordinates are used to it," smelled the people without looking at him, and lowered their eyes, "last night... the subordinates did not control themselves well, and they should have hurt the dignity, sorry. "

"none of that matters." he drunk frowned and tried to lift his cuffs, but he broke them.

wen renyu stood up and kept a certain distance from him: "whatever your holiness wants to eat, go down and prepare breakfast." "

eating or not eating is not an important thing for he drunk, he is now very suspicious in his heart, seeing the other party dodge, and afraid of pushing too tightly but stimulating him, he had to say: "get some... sweet bar. "

"yes."

in fact, he didn't need to say that every time he prepared food for him, he mostly used sweets, but he was really not in the mood to seriously think about what he wanted to eat now, so he had to casually prevaricate.