Cold-faced Empress

"Ugh, sob sob," her voice was so weak it sounded like a little girl's, "I want to find him... I really want to see him, please don't stop me!"

Fang Zhi could only repeatedly persuade her, "Miss Fu, it's late, you should rest."

"I want to rest with him!"

"This...this..." Fang Zhi stammered. He was just a servant; what right did he have to say no?

At this moment, Doctor Liu opened the door from the inside and invited Fu Siying in with a smile.

Her eyes lit up, and she rushed into the house with great joy. As soon as she saw Mo Canglan, she threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly with her arms outstretched, as if she were hugging a big tree.

Mo Canglan was dressed much more warmly than when he attended the palace banquet, and he even wore gloves on both hands, so he no longer had to worry about avoiding Fu Siying's touch. Now he could let Fu Siying hug him to her heart's content.

It feels so good to have such a cool place again; it's so refreshing it makes my soul tremble.

She sincerely confessed, "I want to be with you forever."

Mo Canglan remained silent, leaning against the couch. He was completely wrapped in thick clothing, and on top of that, he was also enveloped by a spoiled brat.

The room was warm, and her body radiated heat. Doctor Liu had long since left, leaving only the two of them inside. Outside, the servants of the Prince's mansion were tidying up, assuming their mistress had retired for the night.

With a spoiled brat clinging to him, Mo Canglan couldn't do anything else. He slowly closed his eyes, trying to distract himself by thinking about some state affairs.

The moment he thought about it, the spoiled brat started whining.

"Aww, it feels so good. You're so nice. I like you so much."

Mo Canglan: "..."

As she spoke, she tried to snuggle into his arms. When she couldn't get in, she climbed up. In a few moments, her face was close to Mo Canglan's, and she wanted to rub against him affectionately.

Mo Canglan tilted his head back, trying to get as far away from her as possible. At the same time, he reached out and grabbed the back of her neck, trying to pull her away like he was grabbing a puppy.

Fu Siying is certainly not a cute puppy.

As soon as Mo Canglan touched the back of her neck, she immediately squinted her eyes, thoroughly enjoying it: "Mmm, mmm!"

Finally, her cheek brushed against his chin. This only smooth, cool surface she could touch instantly became the little darling's favorite spot.

"Mmm...so comfortable, I love it." She buried her face in the crook of his neck.

Mo Canglan finally couldn't help but speak up: "Fu Siying, behave yourself and go to sleep."

Fu Siying was exceptionally generous and immediately replied, "You'll sleep with me!"

Exhale... inhale, exhale, inhale.

After a moment of gathering his strength, Mo Canglan suddenly struck, pressing Fu Siying's head hard into the soft downy hair on his chest.

In an instant, all of Fu Siying's whimpers were silenced.

His voice sounded like it came from the abyss or hell: "If you don't want to die, shut up and go to sleep."

As soon as the sound faded, the room fell silent. Fu Siying buried her head in his chest, completely nestled in his arms, motionless, quiet and obedient.

Just when Mo Canglan thought she had finally calmed down and breathed a sigh of relief, a muffled sound came.

"Let's sleep together."