Because he thought too much before going to bed, Wen Mingyu had a nightmare, and it was about Mu Zhan. As expected, he thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night.

In the dream, he looked like a lop-eared rabbit and was locked in a cage. The gold cage was carved with beautiful patterns and was very exquisite and gorgeous.

He looked around blankly, patted the railing with his paws, turned around to find the door, and wanted to escape. But he couldn't open the door at all, and instead saw a tall figure walking over.

It's Mu Zhan.

He reached out and picked up the cage, stared at Wen Mingyu with dark eyes, and said with a sneer: "If you want to escape, I will lock you up and see how you can still run away?"

Wen Mingyu was shocked that he had failed to escape and exposed his true form as a rabbit.

Mu Zhan took him to the bedside. On the way, Wen Mingyu's body swayed with the cage, hanging in the air, so high that it frightened the rabbit. He hugged the railing with his paws, and his snow-white tail ball trembled slightly.

On the low couch beside the bed, there was a plate of strawberries, which were red and plump and exuded an alluring fragrance.

Hearing that Mingyu was not far from the strawberry, he couldn't help but stretch out his paws to get it, but his short claws couldn't reach it. He could only lean out of the railing, hooking and hooking, looking at the strawberries helplessly, pitifully and cutely.

"Want to eat?"

Mu Zhan's voice sounded above his head.

Wen Mingyu nodded vigorously, and Mu Zhan took a strawberry and handed it to him. Because Wen Mingyu was a lop-eared rabbit at this time, only the size of a palm, and the strawberry was not small for him, so he had to hold it with two paws to eat it.

He bit into it, and the juice overflowed. He licked it with his small tongue and sucked up the juice that flowed out. Then he happily slurped the pulp into his mouth, and quickly finished the strawberry.

Mu Zhan sat next to him, holding his chin and watching him eat. After watching him finish, he handed over a fresh and juicy strawberry. After eating three in a row, Wen Mingyu was full, with a satisfied look on his face and a little bit in his stomach.

It drummed up.

Mu Zhan stretched out his hand and rubbed his belly gently, smiled and said meaningfully: "Are you full? Now it's Gu's turn."

Wen Mingyu was a little sluggish just after eating, and looked at him blankly, not understanding. The next second, he saw Mu Zhan open the cage, pinch the back of his neck, and lift him out.

He sat on Mu Zhan's palm and met Mu Zhan's eyes as soon as he raised his head. They were pure black and deep, with strong paranoid emotions surging and spreading crazily, like a hungry ferocious beast staring at its long-desired prey, which could not be concealed.

The lust is so strong that I want to tear him apart and eat him.

...!!!

Wen Mingyu broke into a cold sweat, and the hair all over his body stood up in fear, and he woke up from his dream.

He opened his eyes with a snap and met a handsome and pale face.

Mu Zhan.

For a moment, Wen Mingyu thought that he was still in a nightmare and had not woken up. He was really locked up by Mu Zhan.

The back of my head feels so cold that my heart almost stops working.

"Gudu has gone to court, and you haven't gotten up yet. You slept soundly." Mu Zhan sat on the edge of the bed, looked at him, and said coolly.

Wen Mingyu finally woke up, blinked twice, got up from the bed, gathered up his clothes, braced himself to deal with the tyrant, curved his lips and said with a smile: "Thanks to Your Majesty, I was thinking of you, so I fell asleep

It smells so good.”

Mu Zhan's expression remained unchanged, "Really? I was thinking about Gu, but it seemed like you had a nightmare just now. Is it scary to be alone in your dream?"

Wen Mingyu chuckled, thinking that it was not ordinary scary. Looking at him was like looking at a plate of braised rabbit meat. If he woke up later, there would probably be no bones left.

Because Wen Mingyu didn't answer, and seemed to acquiesce to this statement for a moment, Mu Zhan's face darkened and he became irritable and impatient.

Fortunately, at this time, Wen Mingyu also thought of his words, shook his head solemnly, and said sincerely: "Of course not, the scary thing in the dream is other people. Your Majesty is majestic and majestic. He saved me from the fire and water, so that I won't be hurt."

No matter how scared I am, when I open my eyes and wake up and see His Majesty, I instantly feel at ease."

Mu Zhan said nothing, but the hostility around him calmed down a lot, and he seemed quite satisfied with what he said.

Wen Mingyu saw it.

As they got along with each other, Wen Mingyu slowly figured out some of Mu Zhan's temperament. If he spoke impudently and expressed an almost offensive closeness to the tyrant, the tyrant would not be angry at all and had no intention of killing him, but on the contrary

, if he trembles and has a look of fear, the tyrant's expression will become cold and impatient, and his aura will be terrifying.

It's quite strange. As the most noble of all, shouldn't the emperor be respected by others? Or is it that there are too many people who are afraid of him and want something different?

No matter what, Wen Mingyu has figured out some ways to deal with tyrants. He blows rainbow farts. No matter what the situation is, just praise him, and praise will make him smooth.

However, it is not easy to face a tyrant with such a strong aura. Every time Wen Mingyu smiles sweetly and brilliantly, her legs are actually shaking. Now she has just woken up from a nightmare and is shaking even more.

, in order not to be discovered, he had to hold it down with his hands.

He didn't know if Mu Zhan had discovered it, but he hoped not.

Mu Zhan was fully dressed and sitting on the edge of the bed. Hearing that Mingyu was still on the bed, with the brocade quilt covering his waist and only wearing thin pajamas, he always felt uncomfortable.

Wen Mingyu pursed her lips and smiled, revealing a small dimple on one side, looking a little shy, very cute.

"I haven't washed or changed my clothes yet. It's really rude to do this in front of His Majesty. Your Majesty can..."

He didn't finish his words, but the meaning was already obvious. He was chasing Mu Zhan out.

Mu Zhan heard this, but did not go out as he was told. Instead, he put his hand on the back of Wen Mingyu's neck, held it gently, rubbed it for a while without meaning, and then squeezed it.

"It's just a dream. To be so frightened is so squeamish."

Wen Mingyu was stunned and didn't hear what Mu Zhan was saying at all. Because the omega's gland is on the back of the neck. In the interstellar era, this was a very secretive and special part that could only be touched by extremely close people. Mu Zhan

Zhan's fingers rubbed it, and instantly captured all of Wen Mingyu's thoughts. An unprecedented numbness arose, his hands and feet became weak, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

He reflexively wanted to shrink his neck and try to avoid Mu Zhan's hand, but Mu Zhan's hand was strong and powerful, with a coolness. When it slowly caressed the back of his neck, it was like a poisonous snake licking the snake's letter bit by bit, which made people uncomfortable.

Dare to move.

Mu Zhan touched it for a long time before he stopped, stood up and left.

Wen Mingyu sat on the bed, unable to regain consciousness for a long time. His heart was beating so fast that it seemed as if it was about to jump out of his chest. His eyelashes trembled, a thin layer of sweat oozed from his forehead, which wetted his black hair on his temples and his snow-white fingers.

He pinched the sheets tightly, as if resisting some unbearable feeling.

It wasn't until Mu Zhan walked far away and his breath became very light that he regained his composure and let out a long sigh of relief.

Sanxi brought a basin and helped him wash up. He was obviously in a good mood and said happily: "Master, the Holy Father loves you so much. Seeing that you have a nightmare, he still comforts and coaxes you so gently."

Wen Mingyu was a little confused. He thought about what happened just now. Where did the tyrant comfort him? He said that he was frightened by a dream and was very squeamish. Maybe he disliked him for being useless.

Wen Mingyu seriously suspected that Sanxi was overthinking and added some weird filters at random.

Sanxi held the wet cloth in both hands and said with a smile: "Sir, you are blushing."

He wasn't talking nonsense. Wen Mingyu's face was indeed flushed with a light blush, and against the white jade-like skin, it was simply more beautiful than the peach blossoms in March, making people unable to take their eyes away.

It is not surprising that the Holy One would be tempted to favor such a beauty.

Sanxi was happy for her master.

Wen Mingyu glanced at Sanxi, who couldn't help but feel happy, and knew that he had misunderstood quite a bit, but had no way of explaining it, so she had to let him go.

Wen Mingyu got up and got out of bed, but her feet were still a little soft. When she stepped on the ground, her body tilted accidentally and she almost fell down. Sanxi hurriedly reached out to help, but Wen Mingyu grabbed the bedpost in time and stabilized herself.

shape.

Sanxi breathed a sigh of relief, but felt a little worried in her heart. The young master was so delicate and frail, how could he and your majesty... be able to endure it in the future?

Fortunately, Wen Mingyu had no way of knowing what he was thinking, otherwise he would have been embarrassed enough to dig out the floor with jio to dig out a palace.

After washing and getting everything done, Wen Mingyu went to Mu Zhan's place again, as usual.

Wen Mingyu didn't want to see the tyrant before, but now because of the nightmare last night and the sight of Mu Zhan when he woke up from a fright, his reluctance became more and more serious today, and the food became less attractive.

Wen Mingyu was sitting there, with a plate of sweet and sour preserved fruits in front of him. Normally, he would have eaten it with relish, but today he looked at the wall, dazed, and was lost in thought about something.

Last night's dream and what happened in the morning gave him a sense of crisis and he couldn't put it off anymore. He had trained himself before to resist alpha's pheromones and not let himself be controlled by instinct and surrender involuntarily.

Although the process was arduous, it turned out that everything was very useful, allowing him to successfully pretend to be a beta for more than ten years without being exposed when he met an alpha.

But now, he found that Mu Zhan's influence on him seemed to be a bit big. I'm afraid he was so unlucky. The compatibility between the two of them was extremely high. The danger during estrus was even greater.

Wen Mingyu thought, he must get familiar with the route of the palace as soon as possible. After all, the escape plan is difficult, and the sooner he can prepare, the better.

So, here comes the key, how can he naturally ask the tyrant for the freedom to roam around the palace.

Wen Mingyu was very annoyed, and his expression as he stared at the wall became filled with bitterness and hatred. He was so focused that he didn't even notice that Mu Zhan's eyes fell on him.

Mu Zhan noticed his absent-mindedness, frowned, and said coldly: "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Mingyu was shocked back to his senses, but he didn't notice what Mu Zhan said at all, and could only look at him blankly. It was hard to blame his overly handsome and delicate face for such an expression.

But Mu Zhan's eyes became darker, as if he was in a very unhappy mood, and he repeated what he just said in a cold tone.

This time Wen Mingyu finally heard clearly, but of course he would not answer honestly, but said briskly: "I'm thinking about what to eat for lunch today~"

Mu Zhan's expression was unpredictable, and he didn't know whether he believed it or not. However, he did not get angry. Instead, he called Wen Mingyu over, casually threw a memorial into his arms, and said, "Since you are so free, why don't you sit here?"

Come on, give me a memorial to Gu Nian."

Something that was considered a secret came into his hands so easily, and it was thrown away by a tyrant. Wen Mingyu was stunned and a little at a loss. He felt that the memorial was like a hot potato and just wanted to throw it back.

This tyrant really does whatever he wants without any scruples.

Wen Mingyu asked: "Your Majesty, can I really read this memorial?"

Mu Zhan had no intention of changing his mind and said very naturally: "I'll let you see it alone, why not?"

Good.
To be continued...