Quick Wear Peace

Donghua lowered his eyes and twisted his fingers unconsciously, as if recalling the slippery feeling just now.

An Xiaobao sat on a small chair and glanced at Donghua secretly.

When Donghua looked over, he glared at him and then glanced at the door.

Signal him to leave quickly.

Donghua finished his breakfast leisurely and ignored him.

An Ning watched the interaction between the two people, and when An Xiaobao looked at her, An Ning quickly signaled him to eat quickly.

An Ning chewed the food unconsciously, thinking about how to make him leave.

Suddenly An Ning's eyes lit up. Now she didn't know Donghua's identity, so could she do anything, even do something that he hated?

An Ning poked the system in her mind, and her voice became particularly gentle: "System, I want to ask, what does Emperor Donghua hate the most?"

The system shuddered for some reason: "Wait a moment, I'll check it out."

After a while, the system replied to An Ning: "According to my information, what Emperor Donghua hates most is women approaching him, because..."

An Ning heard what she wanted to hear and immediately interrupted the system. She rolled her eyes and smiled, "I know. No need to worry. I know how to deal with him."

I don’t like women getting close to me. How simple is that? Hehehe.

After breakfast, An Ning asked Donghua to wash the dishes.

Donghua refused and said it was impossible.

"Really?" An Ning blinked, looked at him pitifully, and stretched out her slender white fingers: "Can you bear to make my hands rough?"

Donghua tilted his head and blinked his eyes, forcing a smile: "You can use magic."

After saying that, he turned around and lay on An Ning's exclusive lounge chair, basking in the sun leisurely.

An Ning looked a little embarrassed, and he clenched his fists tightly in his heart, secretly cheering himself up. The revolution has not yet succeeded, so he should keep trying next time.

An Xiaobao ran to Donghua and looked at him with contempt: "I can wash my own dishes, but you want your mother to do it for you. Huh~"

Donghua turned lazily and looked at the cub whose attitude was different from before: "Do you still want to learn magic?"

This sentence hit An Xiaobao's sore spot.

An Xiaobao took his small wooden sword and thrust it forward angrily, as if the person in front of him was his enemy.

Mother, when I become powerful enough, I will drive him out.

A purple light flew into An Xiaobao's hand. An Xiaobao's hand felt pain and the small wooden sword fell to the ground.

"Be careful." A faint voice came.

An Xiaobao picked up his small wooden sword, stopped thinking about anything else, and concentrated on practicing sword.

After An Ning finished washing the dishes, she looked at Donghua lying on his own recliner.

He walked over and gave Donghua a fake smile: "This is my chair."

"Ah."

"Can you get up?" Then smile.

"..."

Not hearing any sound, An Ning planned to directly grab Donghua's arm. An Ning was already prepared for the possibility that she would not be able to catch him.

But I didn't expect to be caught, so I won't be polite.

An Ning pulled him as hard as she could, but failed to pull him up. He just lay motionless on the chair, with his posture not changing at all.

An Ning remembered what the system said and crawled directly into the gap of the recliner.