For some reason, he always felt that the Dragon Blood Ink Formation suddenly increased its power and was inseparable from the dance his little chef danced.

Just as he was thinking this in his mind, he suddenly saw that his little chef suddenly fell back after making an amazing and difficult move to rotate his waist.

"Little chef!" He shouted in fear, rushed forward as fast as possible, and hugged Feng Jiao.

The girl who fell in his arms closed her eyes slightly, breathed evenly, and her slender and thick eyelashes trembled slightly with each breath of her. It was obvious that she was sleeping very well.

It seems that the dance she danced just now was really while she was asleep.

The tall and handsome man, a little helpless and kind, gently rubbed the broken hair on her forehead with love and doting, picked up the woman horizontally, sent her back to her own room, carefully covered her with a blanket, stared at her little face that made him obsessed with him, and looked at her for a long time, but felt that all her facial features were beautiful, her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and mouth were exactly what he liked the most and made him feel the most.

He didn't want to disturb her rest, but he couldn't help but put a gentle kiss on her forehead, then stood up and left reluctantly.

He walked to the door of her room, and was about to reach out and push open the door, but he turned back and walked to Feng Jiao's side, staring at her with a daze, and raised his hand to help her to sort out a few long hair that happened to fall on her face.

When his fingertips brushed across her fair and delicate cheeks, he couldn't help but feel intrigue, and his eyes were even softer.

Everything was ready in the Emperor's Mansion. Almost no one in the entire Ling'an City knew that he was going to get engaged to his little chef.

Just like Feng Jiao still chose to vigorously develop the business of Fengfu Food Group at this time, Ling Yuan did not want to delay the good relationship between him and Feng Jiao because of this troublesome situation.

In his opinion, every day he is worried about what may happen in the future, thinking about what is not, and becoming timid. This is not only not his personality, but also a waste of life.

If it weren't for it that he was afraid of giving her aggrieved, he would have wanted to go through the engagement step, marry her, and make a vow with her to be together for a lifetime, never leaving her and not changing her mind.

"Little chef, I have already thought about it for my husband. Three days later will be a good day. Then we will hold an engagement banquet." He looked at his girl's beautiful sleeping face gently, murmured in her ear, and then reluctantly walked out of her room.

The situation of the house in the dream finally stabilized. Feng Jiao then breathed a sigh of relief and felt comfortable. She slept until early in the morning.

Of course, she did not forget the dream she had.

In fact, every dream related to the broken house and the strange demons left her with the memories of each of her dreams was particularly clear.

She even remembered her dance under the mottled moonlight, and every move she had at that time.

She vaguely felt that the dance was unusual.

While making breakfast for everyone, she was thinking about this matter in her heart. She was suddenly hugged by someone, which scared her.

When the familiar breath and the familiar temperature came, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!