How Did You Know I Kicked the Blanket When I Was Young?

The king hugged Feng Ling for a while before letting her go. He said to her, "Go to sleep. I remember that you loved to kick the blanket off your bed when you were young. Don't kick the blanket again at night."

Feng Ling was embarrassed to hear this.

How long ago was this?

Moreover…

"How did you know I kicked the blanket when I was young?"

At this, she looked at him warily.

The king's eyes had a smile that only appeared in front of her. "The High Priestess told me."

Feng Ling was dazed. Was it really good for him to bring up such an embarrassing matter at this time?

After closing the door, Feng Ling leaned against the door and muttered, "Why are you becoming more and more like Yan?"

The two of them were equally shameless.

Both liked to say things that she couldn't handle.

This made her think that he already had Yan's memory.