[BL]Lantern: Reflection Of The Peach Blossom

Chapter 72

Is it the rebellious period?

Zhou Hui thought so, and circled the room, his eyes falling on the glass of milk that had not been finished. He thought that the milk was not good or the temperature was too hot to make Little Phoenix angry, so he tasted it in the past, but found nothing abnormal.

...No, is it really a rebellious period? Zhou Hui is even more inexplicable.

Zhou Hui tried it for an hour since then, and did not coax Little Phoenix from the closet. If you want to forcibly hold it, Xiao Fenghuang starts tweeting, shrinking into the corner, threatening to breathe fire; in the end, Zhou Hui is helpless and can only put it on and wait for a while to let herself down.

However, this little night Phoenix's anger disappeared.

Turning off the lights at night, Zhou Hui was lying on the bed, seeming to fall asleep with his eyes closed. In fact, all the wisdom in the darkness was watching the top of the wardrobe. He could feel Little Phoenix lingering, lying there with his wings twitched, and it seemed a little uncomfortable; after a long, long time, it slowly stopped moving, as if to sleep Song Shao's billionaire bride.

A few minutes later, Little Phoenix crooked and fell straight from the top of the closet.

Zhou Hui bounced like lightning, disappeared from the bed in an instant, and appeared in the air to "crack!" to catch Little Phoenix.

His movements were so swift and gentle that when he returned to bed the next second, Little Phoenix was not fully awake.

"...Tweeting..." Little Phoenix yelled uncomfortably, and adjusted to a more comfortable posture in Zhou Hui's hands-curled up his belly, his head buried in the young hair on his chest, and a fluffy buttock under his tail feathers He pursed naturally; in this weird posture, he hummed for a while and fell asleep again.

Zhou Hui: "..."

Zhou Hui smelled Little Phoenix carefully, and measured the temperature with his finger against the hair, and found that the temperature of Little Phoenix was a little high. Is it sick?

If it's sick, it's really troublesome.

Swire Birds will definitely not get sick. If they are sick, it must be a more serious problem. The so-called sickness is just an external manifestation. Within nine days and ten days, there was no record of how to treat the ancient gods and animals if they were sick. Zhou Hui could not even determine whether this increase in temperature was indeed a disease, or is it the normal physiological characteristics of Phoenix as an inflammatory bird?

Zhou Hui didn't close his eyes all night, staring at Little Phoenix without blinking his eyes, and found that it did not sleep well, curled up on the pillow in the middle of the night and shivered slightly. When he woke up the next morning, Little Phoenix was listless and refused to drink milk. He only pecked at the mineral water with a bit of enthusiasm and turned his head.

Zhou Hui is basically sure that it is sick, but where is it?

For a whole day, Little Phoenix shrank in Zhou Hui's pocket, but refused Zhou Hui's caress and closeness, and at the special place, he encountered Jialou Luo and refused to show his head. Li Hu, Zhang Shun, and Shen Wantian took turns to visit Little Phoenix, but they couldn't tell the reason, and they couldn't do anything.

In the evening, Zhou Hui took Little Phoenix home and wanted to take a hot towel to wipe its feathers, but was immediately avoided by Little Phoenix: "Tweet!"

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Tweet!"

"...If we don't like the human world, can we go back to Zhoushan, OK?"