His voice is hoarse and low. When he speaks, the ending voice is a little up, light and provocative.
But Shen Wanqing in bed had no time to take these into account. She covered her small mouth and stared at the man angrily.
Because of covering his mouth, his voice is a little stuffy.
"Is this the way you say you can make ginger soup not bitter, but sweet?"
The eyes of nine thousand years old were bewitched, and the snow-white fingertips gently lifted the broken hair next to the girl's cheeks, revealing the white earlobes.
He seemed a little wronged and innocent, "can't he? Is it hard?"
... well, that's really an interesting question.
Is it bitter?
It doesn't seem bitter, but it's a little sweet.
Sweet sweet.
Butââ
A bowl of ginger soup was slowly divided into more than a dozen bites. For each bite, it lasted at least ten minutes.
"But you've been feeding too long!" the girl frowned and said fiercely.
The young man smelled the speech and looked a little innocent. "Doesn't Qingqing like it?"
Before she opened her mouth to answer, the boy had taken it down to himself.
The beauty looked pitiful. She lowered her eyelashes and trembled. "Since Qingqing doesn't like it, I won't do this to Qingqing in the future."
It's so pathetic.
Knowing that the boy was selling miserably, Shen Wanqing still couldn't help being soft hearted.
She leaned over to coax the boy and pulled his sleeve. "Well, don't be wronged. I didn't say I didn't like it."
The wronged 9000 year old ignored her and turned his head away from her.
The slender body of the young man was half sitting by the bed, and his dark purple long shirt was soft. Long hair is dark and soft, gently brushing the handsome, cool and thin side face.
He looked over his head and couldn't see his face, but he could feel that he was wronged and unhappy at the moment.
Shen Wanqing has a headache.
Obviously, she suffered, but why was it her fault in the end?
But when he saw the beauty frowning, wronged and unhappy, Shen rogue's heart softened completely.
She hurriedly came and hugged the delicate and soft boy, emitting a sweet and greasy milk fragrance, and her voice was a little soft.
"Yes, fried chicken likes Ali's." she used to rub the boy's shoulder.
Like to have all of you, want to keep all of it.
When the girl held him, she felt a big soft pillow stuffed in her arms, soft and warm.
Very comfortable.
Si Li's slightly cool and evil eyes couldn't help but squint happily, and he hugged the girl with his arms.
Shen Wanqing held the man in his arms, very warm, but suddenly there was a young hoarse voice in his ears.
"Since you like it, come again."
Shen Wanqing's body, buried in the man's arms, suddenly stiffened.
what?
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The wind was cool at night, and the candles in the palace were not extinguished. The evening wind blew gently. Not only did the maids shiver with their arms, but the candles also shook gently.
Everything returns to peace.
Shen Wanqing leaned against Si Li's cool chest and hit a hard cut. She was a little sleepy.
She rubbed her eyes, got up and pushed the man's chest.
"I'm sleepy."
I'm already very sleepy, not to mention I'm tired of being with a teenager for a while.
Now I just want to sleep under the quilt.
Ah... Inertia!
"Good." Si Li heard the speech and nodded his head gently.
He took the girl's hand against his chest and put it down. Then he got up and stood by the bed.
Shen Wanqing didn't pay much attention. She hacked and got into the quilt.