Quick wear: The male god sticks in my arms every night

Chapter 41 The Paranoid Boy's Sweet Bun 41
When I was a child, in the medicine garden, I was reminded by Ganoderma lucidum and Polygonum multiflorum by my side.

Rare treasures like them should preserve their strength well, because they are too nourishing.

Be careful not to be eaten by others.

If you eat it, you can prolong your life and prevent all diseases.

just now.

Song Xingye looked at himself with such eyes, did he want to eat himself.

His gaze seemed to be a little malicious.

Subconsciously, Tang Sui pursed his lips and stepped back with his little feet, his eyes were quite flustered.

Wow, kind of scary.

"Come on, go in."

Song Xingye didn't know what she was afraid of, so he held her collar and walked inside.

Tang Sui saw that his target was the kitchen.

His eyes widened, his fingers twisted into twists, and his teeth bit his lower lip in a panic.

For a while, I don't know how to avoid it.

Although, she didn't want to be shocked, but she didn't want to be eaten even more.

Immediately, she broke free, stood holding on to the door frame, and looked at Song Xingye timidly.

"You are so strong now, you shouldn't take supplements, or your blood vessels will burst."

After Tang Sui finished speaking, he stood holding the door frame, only showing a pair of big watery eyes.

"I just want you to cook me a bowl of noodles."

Song Xingye raised her eyebrows, why would her blood vessels burst after eating noodles? What was going on in her little head.

Tang Sui's small white hands were pawing at the door frame, and his big watery eyes were staring at Song Xingye, feeling dizzy and frightened.

Hearing eating noodles suddenly, he also blinked, and squeezed his little hands tightly.

"Just want me to cook noodles for you?"

Tang Sui couldn't believe his ears.

"Correct."

"But...but I can't."

Tang Sui lowered his eyebrows, a little worried.

It's not that she doesn't want to do it, it's just that when Samsara mirror trained herself, all the input was theoretical knowledge, and she hadn't practiced it.

"Or so."

Tang Sui's bright eyes trembled, and his white and tender hands also grabbed Song Xingye's fingers.

She swayed gently, her voice was also sweet, like honey.

"Song Xingye, can you help me?"

Song Xingye lowered his eyes, and his heart skipped another beat.

"How to help you."

His voice was low and hoarse.

"whee."

Tang Sui raised his head, looked at Song Xingye with a sweet smile, and his soft white hands also pulled him towards the kitchen.

Standing in the kitchen, the two stood facing each other for a while.

Tang Sui picked up the apron hanging on the wall and put it around his neck.

The small body stumbled close to his arms, hugged his waist with both hands, and tied a bow behind the small hands.

After finishing all these, Tang Sui tilted his head, and his voice was as sweet as honey: "Let's start cooking the noodles now."

Under Tang Sui's milky voice, Song Xingye made a bowl of noodles himself.

"Wow."

Tang Sui leaned forward and took a deep breath.

"It smells really good."

Her eyes were shining brightly, and her little hands were tightly clenched.

The tip of her pink tongue lightly licked her lower lip.

"The noodles I make are delicious."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Xingye beside him in a meaningful way.

"Isn't that right?"

Seeing her like this, Song Xingye couldn't help laughing, snorted, and went out with a steaming face.

Tang Sui followed behind him, his small hands gently grabbing the hem of his clothes, swaying slowly.

(End of this chapter)