Chapter 1139 My Gentle Tyrant (21)

See the little emperor's actions.

Fu Yue couldn't help crying or laughing, and the corners of her lips were twitching.

This kid...

The little emperor looked at Fu Yue again, then at the small cake in his hand, and reluctantly took a piece of it with a fork and handed it to Fu Yue.

"Forget it, I'll give you a piece."

The child had an expression on his face that said, "I am very good and sensible, but you must not drive me away."

Fu Yue stretched out her finger and poked the child's head, "You can eat it yourself, I'm not a child anymore and I still eat sweets..."

Fu Yueyue, who had just eaten dessert an hour ago, didn't blush and her heart didn't beat.

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"You sleep next door at night."

"No, I'm scared to be alone."

Fu Yue frowned: "Ji Rong, you are not really a child, what are you afraid of?"

The little emperor said confidently: "Why am I not a real child anymore? I am only so tall."

He stretched out his little hand and gestured to Fu Yue's waist.

"Besides, this bed is so big, it's enough for the two of us. I just need a little space."

"Is that good~~"

Ji Rong, who has become smaller, knows how to use her appearance to be cute and coquettish.

He blinked his big black eyes and stared at Fu Yue with bright eyes.

"...Forget it, let's sleep together."

Fu Yue never expected that this little kid would actually grow bigger in the middle of the night.

Ten p.m.

Fu Yue, who was almost asleep, was suddenly woken up by a fright.

She stared in horror at the big one in front of her.

Lying next to her was a small, soft child.

Now, it was a tall and slender man, at least 185 in height, which made her exquisite bed look slightly smaller.

At this time, this man was looking at her quietly with a pair of slightly upward beautiful peach blossom eyes.

Fu Yue was heartbroken: "...How can you still transform??"

Ji Rong blinked: "What's wrong with you?"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he felt something was wrong.

He looked down at his slender hands.

Ji Rong's eyes flashed with a bit of surprise, but of course it was more of a surprise.

Is he back to normal?

Before she could be happy, Ji Rong was kicked out of bed by Fu Yue.

He fell to the ground, his eyes a little confused.

The peach blossom eyes widened slightly.

Fu Yue: "Hahahahahahahahahaha."

Ji Rong: "Qin Chu, why are you so crazy?"

It was rare that he was not angry, so he got up from the ground and patted the dust on his body.

Fu Yue pinched the quilt, "You can't sleep with me now, can you?"

Ji Rong stared at her expressionlessly.

"Why not."

He lay down on the bed, spread his limbs out in a large font, and then closed his eyes.

"I'm not going to sleep here tonight."

Fu Yue: "Do you still want to show off your face?"

Ji Rong opened one eye: "No."

Fu Yue laughed in anger. As soon as she turned over to sit up, Ji Rong quickly pulled her down. Then she turned over and pressed her up. He stretched out his arms to hug her tightly, even putting his legs on her body.

In this position, Fu Yue couldn't even move.

"..."

Ji Rong closed her eyes: "Sleep, be good."

Fu Yue's forehead twitched: "How can I sleep with you like this?"

What answered her was the other person's slight breathing.

Maybe his brain has really shrunk. Ji Rong now doesn't look like a tyrant at all, but more like a childish child.

Forget it, just sleep.

Fu Yue didn't bother to make trouble with him.

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The next morning.

As soon as Fu Yue opened her eyes, she saw a depressed little one lying beside her bed.

"Yeah, you're getting smaller again."