Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Lesenba's expression darkened, and his weariness deepened: "Your Highness, didn't you think to take precautions?"

Xiao Xiao was taken aback by Le Senba's sudden question and asked, somewhat puzzled, "What... what happened to me?"

Lesenba turned around, looking helpless at Xiaoxiao, and said softly, "First of all, Your Highness, you shouldn't let people into the bedroom so easily, especially late at night!"

Xiao Xiao was puzzled: "But Your Majesty, you pushed the door open and came in yourself!"

"Secondly, you absolutely cannot dress like that and have contact with men at night!"

Xiao Xiao looked utterly bewildered, gripping Lesenba's sleeve tightly: "But..."

Third, don't stop a man who wants to leave!

To put it bluntly, it means I shouldn't stop you!

Xiao Xiao said urgently, "But I'm sick!"

Lesenba sighed, "Fourth, don't try to fool a normal man like a three-year-old!"

Xiao Xiao refused to give up and came up with her age-old reason: "That's because... I love you, and I want to be your fiancée!"

Lesenba turned around, raised an eyebrow, and said seriously, "Fifth, don't say this regardless of the occasion or time!"

"I meant it all!"

Lesenba pried Xiaoxiao's small hand out of her sleeve and said, slowly and deliberately, "Do you think I believe you?"

"Sixth," Lesenba glanced at Xiaoxiao's outer robe, his eyes dark, and with a slight cough, he continued, "Don't wear men's clothes casually!"

Lesenba paused, then slightly raised his eyebrows. "Therefore, Your Highness, please return my outer robe to me tomorrow!"

After saying that, Lesenba turned and left without looking back, moving as fast as if a raging flood was behind him.

Xiao Xiao: "..."

"...Don't be angry, don't be angry. I won't be angry because of this face that is so outrageous!"

[Yaoyao, if it weren't for the fact that Lesenba is handsome, I would have torn him to pieces already!]

[Yaoyao: Uh, that's a bit much!]

Lesenba quickly entered his room, calmed his slightly disordered breathing, and slowly walked to the window, gazing at the bright moon outside, lost in thought for a long time.

Rosalind Chaucha seemed different from the other women who approached her; while the others were filled with greed and desire, she only saw herself!

[But to say she loves herself is debatable. I'm certain that what's in her eyes isn't love, but rather a defiant determination to win.]

Looks like tonight is going to be another tough night!

Lesenba pulled out a chair and sat down, picking up the official documents beside him to continue processing them. Thinking of the little guy's face turning ashen with anger at his words, he chuckled softly, rubbing his forehead.

A wave of drowsiness washed over him, and Lesenba closed his eyes slightly, preparing to rest for a moment.

When I opened my eyes again, I found that the sky had already turned white!

I actually fell asleep on the night of the full moon, and without any pain?!

Lesenba stared incredulously at the sunrise outside the window. Just as he was lost in thought, Chekhov pushed open the door and came in, looking somewhat serious.

"Your Majesty, a battle report from the northern front!"

After saying that, he handed the letter to Lesenba.

Lesenba opened the letter and glanced at it quickly. His face, which had been relatively gentle, grew colder and colder until he saw the last word of the letter. His face was as cold as frost.

"Go and fetch Thomas here!"

Chekhov immediately withdrew.

Thomas quickly returned from the country villa, but before he could even settle in, he was dispatched by Lesenba to the northern front to support Duke Kate in dealing with a sudden zombie riot.