Days and nights.
For the emperor, this Golden Leaf Festival is going to heaven.
On the morning of the third day, when everyone outside was still continuing their final madness, in the emperor's bedroom in the inner courtyard of Wujin Xuan Palace, sunlight fell on the wide four-poster bed through the window. Kevin frowned, resting the back of his hand on his forehead , his eyelids trembled slightly, showing a faint tendency to wake up.
He was lying on his side on the bed, with the quilt hanging loosely around his waist. Apart from the lean muscles with beautiful lines, the exposed upper body was a mess of various ambiguous marks.
Behind him, the emperor woke up for a long time. He didn't know whether he was too excited or some muscle was wrong. He turned into a Sirius without saying a word. The plush back of the bed, sweeping his fluffy tail back and forth over Kevin's exposed calf and ankle.
For the first time in more than 20 years, the emperor who had meat for the first time had evil intentions. After sweeping his tail for a while, he became more and more dishonest. He lifted the quilt and lifted Kevin's waist.
Kevin waved him twice with his hand while he was half asleep and half awake, but he didn't wave away. After a while, the base of the Commander's ears and neck began to flush slightly, and his breathing became less calm.
Oswald suddenly became more energetic, arching the side of Kevin's neck with his dog nose, and sweeping back and forth on the unclear phoenix pattern with his rough wolf tongue.
Kevin: "..."
His Excellency the Commander, who got up very angry, finally couldn't take it anymore. He frowned and sat up, gave an impatient "tsk", and squinted at the big dog with downcast eyes and fury on his forehead... Oh no, God Wolf.
The emperor silently opened his transparent eyes without blinking, as if Kevin was thinking about everything and he didn't want to do anything.
"Are you still there?" Kevin kicked Sirius' buttocks and kicked the furry thing off the bed.
What does it mean to open your eyes and deny people, that's it.
Oswald squatted beside the bed, looking suspiciously at his waist.
"What are you looking at?" Kevin said angrily, "Go find some clothes!"
"See if your waist can't take it anymore." Oswald went to clean his clothes and said, "Aren't you known as a copper-skinned iron bone?"
Although Kevin will neither come back to life nor heal his wounds automatically, but his body is still there, which is much better than ordinary people, and it is indeed not so easy to bear it. To be precise, he didn't have a back pain, he was hungry...
He watched Oswald return to the bed with clean clothes in his mouth, and said calmly: "You are fat, thick and fleshy, I'm so exhausted with you when my brain is flooded, I'll go out and have a good meal Dun, you hug the pillow and rub it yourself!"
Oswald: "..."
Kevin took the clothes and pulled them out. These are Oswald's private clothes. There are no exaggerated decorations and are not so formal. They don't look much different from what Kevin usually wears, but to Kevin Slightly ill-fitting, a little roomy.
But he didn't pay attention to this anymore, he picked up his clothes and put them on his body.
Oswald saw that he got up and calmed down a bit, and he stopped acting stupid with a dog's face, and immediately changed back to his human appearance. He knelt on one knee beside the bed, and while Kevin was getting dressed, he reached out and touched Kevin's well-defined abdomen.
"What's wrong with you?" Kevin gave him a blank look.
Oswald said with a weird face: "If I remember correctly, we all ate a lot last night, right? Let me see why you are hungry so quickly, it shouldn't be, how did your appetite become so large? …”
Kevin: "..."
He looked down at the paws attached to his abdominal muscles, froze for two seconds, and finally realized what the dog emperor meant. He nodded, and then said with a sneer: "I think you really don't want to live anymore! How about this, I'm going to force it and eat wolf meat later. You go and prepare first?"
Oswald: "..."
The hall was too noisy, and they didn't bother to grab food from a bunch of drunks, so the two washed up and went to the place where Oswald usually eats by himself.
The kitchen prepared a table of food according to the emperor's order, and delivered them one by one.
Kevin's long legs were crossed, his fingers were loosely held on the table, his little finger tapped lightly on the table in a calm rhythm, and his eyes swept over the food plates on the table one by one. The old man glanced at the overview, finally stopped his lazy movements, and stretched out his hands.
With a move of his index finger, he pushed the porridge in front of Osway: "It's too dry, I'll give it to you."
Then came the ear vegetable soup: "I don't eat grass, you can eat it if you like it."