Little Nine had never treated him like this in the past.
Ever since she came back this time, everything had changed.
The Ninth Emperor raised her hand and patted Nan Changfeng's face smilingly. "Come and warm my bed tonight."
"Alright..." Nan Changfeng smiled. "As long as you want it, I will warm your bed for the rest of my life."
The Ninth Emperor lifted Nan Changfeng's hair, brought it to her nose, and sniffed it gently. "It smells so good."
Nan Changfeng froze for a moment, somewhat dumbfounded, gazing blankly at the Ninth Emperor, not knowing what wrong with her today was.
Suddenly the Ninth Emperor walked closer to him and gently held his cheek.
Nan Changfeng frowned and subconsciously looked at Di Ming standing at the side. He then laughed, raised his hand, and wrapped his arms around the Ninth Emperor's waist.
The young girl was so thin, and she looked so light that Nan Changfeng felt he could lift her with one hand.
