After the Demon Lord left, Xuanyuan Que called to the inner room, "You can come out now."
There was no movement inside.
He could not help but put down what he was holding and walked in.
On the spacious step bed, under the light blue brocade quilt, a small lump had formed, from which came soft and rhythmic breathing.
Xuanyuan Que: ...
Is she a pig? How could she fall asleep so quickly?
Isn't she afraid of suffocating herself?
He walked to the bed, and without touching the quilt, he made a lifting motion with his hand, and the corner of the quilt lifted.
A little person lay on the bed, buttocks poked up, deeply asleep, and even drooling at the corner of her mouth.
Xuanyuan Que: "..."
With a flip of his palm, the little girl's body stretched out and naturally lay flat on the bed.
