Chapter 1054 I Am Very Cold, so I Will Not Take the Initiative to Kiss You (20)

The softness from his fingertips made him a little dazed.

With a tingling in the head, Di Zhao's alcoholism has already dissipated.

After waking up, I was confused.

Why are adults here?

But there was no time to think about anything else, Di Zhao pursed his lips, carefully lifted the quilt, and while clutching the skirt of his body, looked at the road under his feet, trying not to wake him up.

The fact that his body will change, we cannot let adults know.

The young boy put on his shoes silently, with light hands and feet, but he still alarmed the girl beside him.

Feng Qian frowned, slowly opened his eyes, and when he looked up, he saw the debris around him that seemed to be about to go out.

"Di Zhao."

She whispered.

When Di Zhao heard the voice, he couldn't help but froze, and pinched the corner of his clothes nervously.

Feng Qian yawned, his voice was not as cold as in the daytime, "Where are you going? Why don't you go to sleep?"

Feeling that he was about to change, Di Zhao was so nervous that sweat broke out from the corner of his forehead.

He bit his lower lip, and said desperately: "My lord, can you come with me?"

Feng Qian blinked suspiciously, but also stood up from the chair.

The arm was pressed for a long time, but when it was lifted up, it felt a little numb.

Di Zhao grabbed Feng Qian's hand, pursed his lips, and looked a little painful.

He was a little anxious, grabbed Feng Qian and walked out of the room.

Feng Qian also felt strange, being pulled by the debris, he didn't resist.

When he reached the door, Di Zhao opened it.

He took Feng Qian's hand and walked out of the room, then let go.

The child lowered his head, quickly turned back, and closed the door.

With his back against the door, he squatted down slowly.

The body is about to change, and the clothes can no longer be torn and wasted like this.

He lowered his head and raised his hand to unbutton the skirt of his shirt.

Feng Qian was caught off guard and locked out of the door, and was in a daze at the moment.

She raised her hand and pushed the door, but did not push.

"Di Zhao?"

Through a door, Di Zhao squatted halfway, with snow-white clothes draped over his body.

He grunted in pain.

Immediately afterwards, the body began to change.

Feng Qian frowned and asked, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Di Zhao grabbed his clothes, gritted his teeth, and said in a low voice, "My lord, I'm fine."

"I'm sorry just now."

It wasn't meant to keep adults out.

He raised his hand to cover his lips, restraining himself from making a painful sound.

After the pain passed, Di Zhao heaved a sigh of relief.

Silver hair covered his body.

Di Zhao lowered his eyes.

Feng Qian was a little worried outside: "Are you really all right?"

"Um."

Di Zhao responded.

He suddenly discovered that after his body changed, his voice also changed.

The silver-haired boy moved his ears hidden in his hair.

With his back leaning against the door, his slender, white fingers slowly lifted up and landed on the Adam's apple on his neck.

The beautiful crimson lips pursed.

In order not to let the other party hear the abnormality, he lowered his voice and said, "My lord, go back and rest first."

outside the door.

Feng Qian's hand hangs in the air.

There was something odd about the pieces, but he didn't seem to want her to know why.

Feng Qian frowned slightly, and lowered his fingertips.

"good."

The girl turned and left.

There was the sound of footsteps gradually drifting away in the air, and finally only silence remained in the room.

Di Zhao grabbed the clothes in his hand and stood up slowly.

The young man was slender and his beautiful figure was alluring.

At this moment, he lowered his head slightly, and the light in his wine red pupils was very faint.

When he returned to the bed, Di Zhao sat down slowly, and he looked up at the door of the bedroom.

Slightly stunned.

In the end...would you be angry?

The young man bit his lip and slowly lay down on the bed.

On the outside, there still seemed to be a pleasant smell and a faint lingering warmth from Shangshen's body.