The irritable prince's little crying bag is milky and sweet

Feng Muting cautiously continued to coax: "Then, then you can lie down, and you can feed while lying down."

"Hmph!" Su Fuliu regretted to death.

If he knew this was the case, he would not agree to anything, it was a crime.

Although, although he admitted that while suffering, he also experienced happiness that he had never had before.

But Feng Muting is still unforgivable, at least for now he has not calmed down.

After the food was delivered, Feng Muting took the food and squatted beside the bed, feeding Su Fuliu who was lying there.

Although Su Fuliu was annoyed, he didn't want to feel bad about his stomach.

Maybe it was really too tired, Su Fuliu, who had obviously slept for a long time, fell asleep again in a daze after eating and drinking.

Feng Muting let out a long sigh of relief, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, and then went to eat some leftover food.

As the sun gradually set, there was a low sobbing sound from Lu Chimo's room.

"Yulang is about to cry my brother's heart." Lu Chimo kissed the corner of his eyes, wiped away the tears that overflowed from his eyes, and the salty-sweet taste spread on the tip of his tongue.

Afterwards, he laughed: "Yulang is really made of sugar, even tears are sweet."

Bai Yulang said with tears in his voice, "Senior brother is too bad!"

"Oh? Then Yulang doesn't like senior brother being so bad?"

"I like it, senior brother, I like everything." Bai Yulang said, his small hands were not honest enough to touch Lu Chimo's sharp chest.

"Brother, too. I like Yulang, and I want to be with Yulang for the rest of my life." Lu Chimo confessed affectionately.

Bai Yulang hugged him tightly, and said happily: "Me too, I want to be with senior brother, forever, never separate!"

When Su Fuliu woke up, it was already on the branches of the moon.

He couldn't see it, of course, and night and day were the same for him.

Feng Muting saw that Su Fuliu's hand kept touching the edge of the bed, as if he was looking for something.

He froze for a moment, then hurriedly stretched out his hand: "Don't be afraid, the king is here."

Su Fuliu felt his hand, and felt relieved.

But since he knew Feng Muting was here, there was no need for him to hold his hand.

So he immediately let go.

Feng Muting asked, "Are you hungry?"

"Not hungry." Su Fuliu is full and sleeps, and sleeping consumes little energy, so he is not hungry yet.

"Are you thirsty?" Feng Muting asked again.

"Hmm... I'm a bit thirsty." Su Fuliu replied.

"Okay, then I'll pour you a glass of water." After saying that, Feng Muting hurried to pour him a cup of tea.

Su Fuliu originally wanted to sit up by himself, but he thought he would be able to recover after sleeping again, but he still failed.

Seeing this, Feng Muting hurried over and said, "You...you lie down, don't think about getting up for the time being, this backache will not get better soon."

"Hmph, you have the nerve to say it!" Su Fuliu immediately became angry.

"It's my fault. Come, I will feed you water." After saying that, Feng Muting squatted down again, and brought the teacup to Su Fuliu's mouth.

It is somewhat inconvenient to drink water lying down like this, so after feeding the water, Feng Muting quickly wiped the tea dripping from the corner of Su Fuliu's mouth with his sleeve, not to mention the gentleness of his movements.

However, Su Fuliu didn't appreciate it: "You are not allowed to sleep on the bed at night!"

"If you don't sleep on the bed, then, where does the king sleep?" Feng Muting asked with a bitter face.