King like prison

Mu Ming is transcribing scriptures.

Xian'er suddenly pushed the door open and came in, wrapped her arms around Mu Ming's waist from behind, and rubbed her head on the side of Mu Ming's neck.

But Mu Ming didn't stop writing because of this, and seemed to ignore him.

Xian'er probed to see what he was writing, but only saw "little bugs" twisted together, so strange.I don't care anymore, and act like a baby:

"Play with me~"

"..."

Mu Ming still didn't respond.Xian'er slipped off his back and poked his back with her hands, a little annoyed.

After waiting for a while, Mu Ming continued to copy without looking sideways!Xian'er puffed up her cheeks in dissatisfaction, and was about to flick her sleeves to find other fun, but before taking two steps, her body leaned back uncontrollably.

It turned out that Mu Ming saw that the teasing was too much, so he quickly put down the pen, turned around and pulled Xian'er into his arms!There was still a suspicious blush on his face, he rested his chin on the top of Xian'er's hair, and kept stroking Xian'er's forehead hair.

"……obedient."

"???What's wrong?"

Xian'er looked at the Adam's apple that was suddenly lying in front of her eyes, with a look of confusion.

"It's nothing, be good~"

"??...ah woo (bite)"

Xian'er frowned, suddenly rolled up Mu Ming's sleeve, and made a gesture to bite it off.But he just pretended not to use his strength, and deliberately stared at Mu Ming, showing half of his canine tooth.

But Mu Ming was stunned by his actions, instead he caressed Fu Xian'er's cheek absentmindedly.

"...My senior brother, he bites me like this when he is angry. It doesn't hurt, but it is a bit prickly."

"Aren't you the elder brother?" Xian'er raised her head suspiciously, moved closer, and touched Mu Ming's forehead.

"According to the rules, he is my junior brother, but he took great care of me when I was a child and he is older, so it's okay." Mu Ming retreated a little, Xian'er's breath was too close, making people's hearts itch.

"Childhood?"

"Well, I was only six years old at the time, and he was probably two or three years older than me."

"Then where is he now?" Xian'er said, ignoring Mu Ming's dodging away, and simply sat on Mu Ming's lap, wrapping his arms around his neck without letting go.

"... went home."

"When will you be back?"

When the topic came to this point, the atmosphere fell silent for a while.

Mu Ming only hugged Xian'er deeply, buried his head in his shoulder, unable to see his expression clearly.

And Xian'er seemed to have noticed something, and she also calmed down, and obediently stopped moving.