The door sounded lightly, and the emperor returned to the scene.

Jun Qing looked sideways on the pillow, raising his hand wearing a ring as if he was smiling.

"Why is the anchor?"

He picked up the breakfast and walked in, sat down beside her, and Di Lin looked at the ring on her hand calmly.

“No matter how big a cruise ship is, the anchor can stop it.”

"What you mean is..." Jun Qingying got up and smiled badly at him, "I'm as heavy as an anchor, am I that fat?"

"I mean..." Di Lin put down the tray, pulled a pillow and stuffed it behind her, "As long as you are there, I will not follow the crowd."

There is a big wood at home, and you have to wear a coat with love words.

She took the milk he handed over and held it in both hands. She lazily lowered her head and drank it.

I noticed that the quilt that was originally piled on her chest had slipped off.

Her long hair slid down and swayed on the corner of the quilt...

Di Lin raised his eyes and reached out to help her pull the quilt.

Noting the red scars on his arm, Jun Qing reached out to hold his arm.

"What's going on with your arm?"

The man glanced at the wound on his arm, looked up at her gaze, and smiled softly.
Chapter completed!