[End] Good morning, little wife

She is not an idiot, she has thought about the reason for Nangong Shaodi's abnormality, she almost thought that he treated her...

However, how could the perverted Nangong Shaodi love someone? In his eyes, women are just biological tools.

He just desperately wants to conquer her, including emotionally——

【One day, you will beg me for mercy and flatter me like other women, just to win my favor. 】

His purpose was to live in her heart, and when she fell in love with him, he would abandon her severely, trample on her dignity, and make her kneel down and beg him?

She won't let him succeed!

"5000 words, give it to me before dark."

In the evening, the sky began to get dark.

Xia Qianchen put down her pen and wrote a long "praise essay" eloquently - the criteria for choosing a spouse she wrote were all modeled after Nangong Shaodi, exaggerating his advantages and calling his shortcomings into advantages.

Don't offend him right now, make him happy to let his guard down so he can carry out his escape plan.

Nangong Shaodi glanced coldly, with a calm expression.

"It's getting late, sir, are you hungry? I'll go cook."

Nangong Shaodi casually folded the paper: "If I find out that you dare to ask for help, eat the plate."

After Xia Qianchen left, Emperor Nangong put the paper into a book and put it on the shelf.

Pausing for a while, he took the book down and put it in the deep drawer.

☆☆☆☆☆Master's special division☆☆☆☆☆

Xia Qianchen wore an apron and wandered around the kitchen.

The chicken soup is bubbling and bubbling, and the fragrance wafts out, an aroma that whets the appetite.

Xia Qianchen was thinking about his escape plan, took a little out of the soup spoon and tasted it, um, it tasted good.

Turning off the fire, just about to start the pot, suddenly a pair of hands appeared on the waist.

Xia Qianchen looked down, she was surrounded by a beautiful and slender hand, with emerald green on her thumb.

Pure masculinity surrounds her.

Xia Qianchen's mind was buzzing: "What do you want to do? I'm cooking."

Another hand has lifted her skirt.

Xia Qianchen only felt his hips cool down, and his underwear was pulled down.

She was pressed on the stove, and there was a big pot of chicken soup in front of her. There was no way to struggle in such a situation.He is so mean!Does he want to be here—

Icy cool touch.

Xia Qianchen was taken aback.

Her wound was remedicated and the gauze replaced.Nangong Shaodi moved gently from the beginning to the end, and before she recovered, he had already pulled up her pants.

"What are you cooking?" His sharp chin rested on her shoulder, and his voice was softer than his indifference.

"Chicken Soup for a Cold."

"Really." His lips leaned against her earlobe, ambiguously, "Can you drink chicken soup for a cold?"

"Normally not, but my method is very special," Xia Qianchen said with a stiff body. "Today's dishes are all beneficial to your condition. I asked the nutritionist specifically, so don't worry."

"Do you care about me?" Nangong Shaodi seemed to be in a good mood, and bit her earlobe, "You did it all by yourself?"

"Of course." Xia Qianchen tried to ignore the scorching breath coming from him, "Is there any help here?"

"I'll try it."

Before Xia Qianchen could react, his hand was already folded on her arm, and he picked up the spoon on the pot.

*****

PS: Qianchen will run away soon~~