No one dares to stop the carriage pulled by His Majesty’s beloved pet.
So Qing Hui returned to the palace unimpeded.
Even in the palace, Hailibei showed no intention of stopping.
When she got off the bus at the gate of the palace where she lived, there was a layer of ice hockey balls rolling on the ground that hadn't had time to melt.
They are piled together in different sizes, like pebbles.
When such hail falls, countless houses in the capital will be damaged.
Qing Hu got out of the car and went to see the king immediately.
She was safe and sound in the carriage, but no matter how fast the king was, it would still take an hour from the outside of the city to the present. He had been running in the hail for so long, and he didn't know if he would be injured.
"Your Majesty, come in quickly and let's take a bath! Damn this weather!" Qing Hui hurriedly ran to the King and reached out to touch his wet fur. He looked like he was not injured, but the fur on his body was like ice needles.
Cold.
There were many small holes in the originally thick fur.
What a terrible crime.
Qing Hua gently stroked his hair with her hands lovingly.
But upon receiving Qing Hui's invitation to take a bath together, the king stiffened for a moment, then slowly freed his head from Qing Hui's hand, and ran away with a "swish".
Qing Hua's hands were suddenly empty.
Her hand stopped in mid-air and moved her claws.
Then he looked at the direction in which the king was running away, with a puzzled look on his face.
No, why is he running so fast?
Could it be that she was shy when she said they wanted to take a shower together?
Qing Hui slapped his head and almost forgot, the king is a male tiger.
Although he seemed to be consciously hiding himself tightly every time and not letting her see any privacy, he was indeed a brave male tiger.
No wonder he ran so fast, he must be shy.
But I’ve slept in the same bed with her so many times, so there’s nothing to be ashamed of.
He is a big tiger, not a human being.
Even if he is a spiritual tiger, he may have the opportunity to become a human in the future, but based on the lifespan of a demon, the king is still a cub now, right?
Not even a teenager.
He turned into a three-headed little brat who was strangled to death.
What are you ashamed of?
If he hadn't been so powerful, she would have recognized this tiger cub as her son.
Qing Hui shook his head, sighed, and turned around and entered the palace.
She went to take a bath first, and when she came out of the bathroom, she saw Lian Xueyin sitting in her bedroom. Before she could say hello, Lian Xueyin asked the palace servants to bring her warm ginger soup.
Qing Hua held up the ginger soup and drank it all, then realized, "Your Majesty, I won't get cold."
She is a tree. If it is exposed to rain, its leaves will fall off, but it will not get cold.
"Warm yourself." Lian Xueyin said.
"It's indeed a bit cold. Why is the weather suddenly so abnormal?" Qing Hu rubbed his hands.
Lian Xueyin saw her movement and stretched out his hand to her.
Qing Hui didn't know why, but he still handed over his hand.
She was standing, Lian Xueyin took her hand, pulled her gently, and sat her in his arms, hugging her and holding her hands in his palms.
Qing Hui raised his head and saw his chin as smooth as jade.
Touching her forehead, there was a touch of coolness.
Qing Hui blinked, took out his hand from his palm, held his face, felt the coldness in his palm, and asked curiously,
"Your Majesty, didn't you go out? Why is your face so cold?"
Chapter completed!