The space for storing things is very evil. Even if he is stripped of it, he can't find it. When he wants to get something, he must be the Emperor himself.

Ning Xuemo knew that there should be a lot of things in the Emperor's space, otherwise he would not have changed things at any time.

What she didn't expect was that the Emperor actually brought his bedding at any time...

No wonder he can go wherever he goes. It’s so convenient to have this space to store things!

She lay there, and was beside the god who was tall and above, which made Ning Xuemo feel like he was dreaming.

Before going to bed, she was still guarding him in the ice shell, and she was afraid and anxious, with indescribable loneliness and desolation in this hall.

Now that the Emperor woke up and lay beside her, even if the two of them didn't speak, her heart suddenly became quiet.

There is a quiet tranquility between heaven and earth.

They could hear each other's breathing, and could hold each other's hands as soon as they reached out. The distance between them was not far or near, which made her feel safe.

"Did you have a nightmare just now?" I don't know how long it took, but the Emperor broke the silence and spoke.

Ning Xuemo was stunned and shook her head: "No?"

"You called Xueyi Lan just now." The Emperor's voice was slow.

He was naturally not jealous at this time. He knew how much this girl hated Xue Yilan.

He was scared to him...

Ning Xuemo thought about it and could never remember the dream she had. This time she was blank and could not remember anything.

She shook her head: "I forgot...I can't remember it in my dreams."

Emperor's eyes slightly deepened: "I can't remember any of the dreams you have?"

"Yes, I can never remember it, I forget it when I wake up." Ning Xuemo answered casually. She has been like this since she was a child and has become accustomed to it.

The Emperor didn't say anything, but his hand pressed on her pulse.

It is normal for people to remember most of their dreams, but they will occasionally remember a few.

It is rare to remember anyone like Ning Xuemo.

Could it be that there is something wrong with her soul?

The moment he took her wrist vein, he suddenly remembered that he had lost his skills and had no power to detect his soul for a while...

Her wrists were delicate and smooth. The Emperor originally wanted to withdraw his hand, but at this time he didn't want to withdraw it. He just held her and didn't say anything again.

Ning Xuemo thought he was taking his pulse at first, and he had physical contact with him. Although he was still a little strange in his heart, he still honestly asked him to hold him back.

Later, after seeing him reaching his pulse, he did not leave. Instead, he held her hand and did not move.

His palm was dry and warm. It was obviously the temperature of a normal person, but Ning Xuemo felt a little hot for no reason, which made her body feel hot for no reason.

She wanted to withdraw, but the Emperor held her hand tightly. He didn't let go, and she couldn't retreat.

Forget it, just shake hands, she doesn't have to care.

Although she thought so in her heart, she was still a little nervous and the two were a little quiet.

Ning Xuemo closed her eyes slightly and looked up at the starry sky. Such good times always make people feel soft.

"Emperor..." She spoke to break the silence.

"You are still calling me Emperor?" Emperor asked her. Her eyes were slightly shining, and her picturesque eyebrows were as handsome as heaven and man under the stars.
Chapter completed!