deadly mantra

Chapter 1010 Boss, don’t harm me

Ji Fanyin fell asleep, but Shui Qingchen's movements to lull him to sleep did not stop.

Just move a little lighter.

Patting slowly.

He urgently needed to do something for her to fill the hole in his heart and make himself feel more at ease.

The sad news that the Queen of the Buddhist Saint Kingdom died in childbirth worried him more than the loss of the little prince.

"...You can't escape...it's all mine sooner or later, it's all mine..."

Ji Fanyin murmured vaguely, and stretched out her hands and feet from the quilt, searching for his warm body temperature and pressing them against him, like a little sloth, wrapping her arms around his narrow waist, wrapping her legs around his legs, and burying her little face. On the side of his neck.

That posture was extremely domineering.

A silent declaration of sovereignty.

Even in her dream, she wanted to possess him.

Shui Qingchen gathered the quilt, covered the two of them, and kissed her forehead passionately.

The deep voice is full of tenderness:
"...don't run away."

"I never thought about escaping."

……

The next day.

Although the weather has not cleared up, the heavy snow that fell all night has finally stopped.

The floor heating in the room was sufficient. Staying in the room for a long time would easily cause overheating, so Hemeng moved a small coffee table and placed it at the door, and spread two layers of soft cushions on the warm floor.

Ji Fanyin's good mood lasted from morning to noon.

At this moment, he stood aside with a smile, watching He Meng return to the house and outside the door.

After everything was tidied up, Hemeng placed three plates of exquisite and delicious desserts on the coffee table and poured a pot of tea.

"Boss, sit down."

"Thank you~" Ji Fanyin stretched out a lot, walked over and sat down cross-legged.

"It's not hard, it's not hard. As long as the boss is satisfied." He Meng leaned aside in a very dogged manner.After a while, sweat began to form on her forehead.

Ji Fanyin glanced at her sideways: "Is it too hot?" He Meng rolled up his sleeves and laughed: "A little. But, it doesn't matter, I can bear it."

Ji Fanyin looked at her with a smile: "I'm afraid of the cold and you're afraid of the heat. Why bother being with me?"

When He Meng heard this, he became anxious: "No embarrassment, no embarrassment! It's not embarrassment at all! I just like to be close to the boss."

Ji Fanyin raised her eyebrows, looked at her, and just smiled without saying a word.

Under her gaze, Hemeng's cheeks turned redder and redder, and he hesitated: "Then... no big deal, I'll just stay away."

She stood up reluctantly, thought about it, and planned to move to the steps.

It's not too hot there and it's not far from the boss.

Ji Fanyin picked up a plate of peach blossom cake and asked, "Eat a piece?"

He Meng was stunned for a moment, then took a few big steps, and without any hesitation, retreated to the bottom of the steps as fast as flying.

The corner of Ji Fanyin's mouth twitched slightly: "...What are you doing!"

He Meng: "It's not me, it's the boss who wants to harm me."

Ji Fanyin took a deep breath:

"I didn't poison you!"

"I don't dare to eat it without poisoning it." He Meng covered her stomach: "Boss, that is something made by Lord Yama himself. How can I digest it as an ordinary person?"

"Ha." Ji Fanyin raised the corners of her lips and sneered at her: "Your mortal stomach can't digest it, but I can do it?"

He Meng looked at the corner of Ji Fanyin's mouth, and then thought of the corner of Yama's mouth that was bitten, and sighed from the bottom of his heart: "Boss, you are a god who is even more godly than a god! I can't compare with you."

The Emperor of Hell has always been a god-like existence in Hemeng's heart, but the boss of her family dares to bite the corners of the god's mouth, but he must not be more godly than a god!

Ji Fanyin chuckled: "What a mess."

He Meng whispered: "I don't deserve to enjoy it anyway."

He Meng was restless. After sitting on the steps for a while, he stood up.

She climbed up the tree, picked a red plum, and handed it to Ji Fanyin.

He ran aside again and started building a snowman.

(End of this chapter)