Chapter 1139: My Gentle Tyrant (21)

See the action of the little emperor.
Fu Yue couldn't laugh or cry, and the corners of her lips were twitching.
This kid...
The little emperor looked at Fu Yue again, and then at the little cake in his hand, reluctantly took a fork and gave it to Fu Yue.
"Forget it, let's give you a piece."
The child looked like I was behaved and sensible, and you could never drive me away.
Fu Yue stretched out his finger and poked the child's head, "You can eat it yourself, I am not a kid and I still eat sweets..."
Fu Yueyue, who had just eaten dessert an hour ago, didn't blush or beat her heart.
"You sleep next door at night."
"No, I'm scared alone."
Fu Yue frowned: "Ji Rong, you are not a real kid, what's the fear?"
The little emperor is confident: "Why am I not a real kid anymore, I am so tall."
He stretched out his little hand and compared Bi Fuyue's waist.
"Furthermore, this bed is so big, it's totally enough to sleep the two of us, and I will take up a little space."
"is it okay--"
Ji Rong, who has become smaller, knows how to use her physical advantage to be cute and act like a baby.
He blinked his eyes and stared at Fu Yue brightly.
"...Forget it, let's sleep together."
Fu Yue didn't expect this little kid to grow bigger in the middle of the night.
Ten p.m.
Fu Yue, who was almost asleep in a daze, was suddenly awakened.
She stared wide in horror, looking at the big one in front of her.
Originally lying next to her was a little soft child.
Now, she is a tall and slender man, at least 185 in height, setting her delicate bed slightly smaller.
At this moment, this person looked at her with a pair of beautiful peach blossom eyes that were slightly raised.
Fu Yue was heartbroken: "...Why are you still transforming?"
Ji Rong blinked: "What's wrong with you?"
As soon as he said something, he felt something was wrong.
He looked down at his slender hand.
A bit of surprise flashed through Ji Rong's eyes, of course more surprises.
Is he back to normal?
Before he could be happy, Ji Rong was kicked off the bed by Fu Yue.
He fell to the ground, his eyes a little bewildered.
Peach Blossom eyes opened slightly.
Fu Yue: "Hahahahahahahahahaha."
Ji Rong: "Qin Chu, what's your nerve?"
Rarely not angry, 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, right?"
Ji Rong stared at her blankly.
"Why not."
He lay down on the bed, his limbs spread out in large characters, and then his eyes closed.
"I'm going to sleep tonight."
Fu Yue: "Are you still nodding your face?"
Ji Rong opened one eye: "No."
Fu Yue was angrily laughed. Just as she turned over and sat up, she was quickly pulled down by Ji Rong's eyes and hands, then turned over and pressed her up, stretched out her hand to hug her tightly, and put her legs on her.
In this posture, Fu Yue couldn't move.
"..."
Ji Rong closed his eyes: "Sleep, be good."
Fu Yue's forehead jumped: "How do I sleep like you?"
The answer to her was the slight breathing of the other party.
It may really be that his mind has shrunk. Ji Rong is not like a tyrant at all, but rather like a childish child.
Forget it, go to sleep.
Fu Yue didn't bother to make trouble with him.
...
The next morning.
As soon as Fu Yue opened her eyes, she saw a depressed little one lying next to her bed.
"Ah, you have become smaller again."