War at all costs!

At all costs, fight!

Murong Leng was entranced and unable to extricate himself from Mo Xiyan's emotions, so he naturally did not hear her words.

"Your Majesty?"

Mo Xiyan called out softly again.

He still did not react.

Mo Xiyan glanced at the Sixth Grade.

Six seconds later, he patted Murong Leng's shoulders.

At the same time, just as Murong Leng was about to get angry, Mo Xiyan once again called out softly, "Your Majesty, place your right hand on the pillow."

Her voice instantly extinguished the fury in Murong Leng's heart.

Only now did he realize that he had lost control of himself.

"I'm sorry, but I was distracted just now."

He quickly placed his right hand on the pillow.

At the same time, she nervously looked at Mo Xiyan.

He was worried that his earlier behavior had angered her.

Then, he made the other party unable to come and treat him.