Elliot saw the little maid stuck on the window, and quickly jumped down from Adrian's arms, coughed lightly and said, "Sister Yanliu, come and make the bed?"
"I'm sorry for being rude." Yan Liu faced the Palace Master's cold, murderous gaze and made the bed as quickly as he could in his life. Then he jumped out of the window like a thief without even looking back.
"Feng Ling is just timid." Adrian said this expressionlessly, and turned around to continue hugging Qi Qi.
Elliot had already jumped onto the bed and rolled over in the soft quilt. Because he had to hide his identity, he stayed in inns all the way. He didn't know how the people in Guiyun Palace managed to get a brand new quilt every time they moved to a new place. This picky little red bird would not sleep if the bed was not made properly.
Adrian climbed onto the bed, held the rolling guy in her arms, and rubbed his belly slowly.
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