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"No need." Feng Xian didn't like people who didn't matter much when they entered his room, but looking at the ball of milk that was still being sucked, he had no choice but to lower his body again. "Don't cry. Tell me what you want and I'll promise you." That should be fine, everyone in the world didn't want to hear him say that, right?

Indeed, there were tears in Mingyou's eyes. She raised her head and asked seriously, "You're not lying?" She was also afraid that he would go back on his word, so she said, "Let's pull the hook."

"Childish!" Why is it that I can play with such childishness with a milk ball? Seriously, humph! Feng Xian despised this behavior from the bottom of his heart. Yet, the teary face …

"You're not allowed to change your hooks! Who changed into a puppy?!" In the end, she compromised and casually sketched out her soft and delicate hands before letting go.

In self-consolation, if it wasn't to stop this annoying little ball of milk, would he be so childish? Really!

"Go ahead."

Mingyou hugged her pillow and said, "I want Qinghua."

The corner of Feng Xian's eyes twitched. He had thought that this ball of milk would use this opportunity to extort a lot of things. It was such a simple request. Thus, he sighed. How much thoughts could a baby have? He was overthinking it. Thus, he nodded and readily agreed.

With his bright eyes, he knew that being the emperor was a good thing. When his father said that he couldn't accept it, he just needed to say whatever he wanted. A small flame ignited in Mingyou's heart. She felt that being a general wasn't as good as being an emperor, she had to …

Feng Xian patted her and said, "Can you sleep now?"

"Then I don't want to learn the rules, I don't want to study, I don't want to..." Mingyou felt that being an emperor was too great of a possibility, so she took the opportunity to make more demands. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to raise his head, causing a faint pear vortex.

"Dream on!" Feng Xian wanted to take back what he had just said. Who said that a three-year-old was not scheming? Since he couldn't be bothered with her, he went to sleep first. If he was tortured for a while longer, he could go straight to the morning assembly.

Mingyou pouted for a long time. When he realized that Feng Xian was really ignoring him, he had no other choice but to lie down on the ground. He groaned in his heart, "I'll sleep then. I'll go home tomorrow."

He hadn't been lying down for too long. Ming You pulled at the blanket and realized that there was only a small part of it. Most of it had been taken away by this Emperor. The resentment in her heart flowed like a river flowing eastward. He nimbly flipped the blanket over, faced Feng Xian's back, clenched his teeth, and kicked fiercely. "You're the one who's going to steal my blanket!"

It was unknown whether it was a coincidence or the fact that Mingyou had been sleeping by her side all this while, but she really did kick her down.

With a bang, the surroundings became strangely quiet. Ming You was like a small turtle with its back facing the sky as he curled up his four limbs and lied down to pretend to be asleep. Feng Xian's face was extremely dark.

Mingyou was young, but she was very clever. She was more observant than other children her age or even older. Her small and weak body gave off a strong sense of survival. The atmosphere was very terrifying, and the calm before the storm could not help but shiver.

"Ahh, it's cold. I want to go home." Mingyou bit the pillow and pretended to be dead.

After a while, she realized that nothing had happened, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look. It just so happened that her angry face was directly in front of her own. Ming You was like a little mouse with a guilty conscience, silently planning to turn back. However, Feng Xian didn't intend to give her the chance. He pulled her over and then used his strength to viciously beat her butt a few times, "You've become too brazen, and you still dare to kick me? "Hmm?"