Miss Crazy Seven

Chapter 974 Rong Beilan's Disease ([-])
Su Changle didn't know when she fell asleep. When she woke up, there was a bowl of steaming vegetable porridge on the table.

Rong Beilan was dressed in a purple robe, and sat lazily at the table with her head propped up, looking at her with greedy eyes.

Su Changle was stunned for a moment, feeling a little embarrassed by his gaze, she hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover her face, and a muffled voice came from the quilt, "Why don't you leave, it's already dawn."

"Why did you leave?" Rong Beilan asked back.

"This is my boudoir. You, a big man, appear in the woman's boudoir early in the morning, are you not afraid of being gossip?"

Rong Beilan lazily raised his eyelids, "Who dares?"

"..."

Su Changle suddenly felt that this evildoer would be a little cuter when he was sick, at least it made her feel that he was dependent on her.

"The porridge is getting cold." Seeing that she was still lying on the bed, Rong Beilan couldn't help reminding her.

Su Changle pulled her hair and sat up, staring at the vegetable porridge on the table for a long time, "You made it?"

Rong Beilan covered her lips and coughed, quickly took a sip from the teacup aside, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Jun's face.

Seeing his expression, Su Changle was sure that it was definitely the porridge cooked by this evildoer. Oh, it's really rare to be able to eat the porridge cooked by Prince Rong himself.

Throwing off the quilt, she got out of bed and sniffed at the table. Rong Beilan glanced at her, "Go wash up first."

With a pursed mouth, he snorted coldly, "I know."

After washing up, Su Changle couldn't wait to go to the table and sit down. She picked up a spoon and stirred it. The porridge looked very light and white, and her eyebrows were slightly tufted. "Isn't there any side dish?"

Rong Beilan pointed to the vegetable leaves floating on the surface with his chin, "Isn't this?"

"But it has no taste. I hate eating things without taste the most."

Rong Beilan's handsome face suddenly darkened, obviously displeased.

Su Changle swallowed a mouthful of saliva and smiled flatteringly, and hurriedly scooped up the mouth and put it into her mouth.It's really tasteless, and it seems a bit... mushy.

This looks obviously good, why is it a bit muddy?
Rong Beilan looked at her nervously. Seeing that she stared at the bowl of porridge for a long time before taking the second bite, she frowned, "What, it's not delicious?"

"No, it's just tasteless, and it's pretty good." Su Changle simply picked up the bowl and drank it directly.

His grilled fish is really delicious. I always thought that other things he made would be just as good, but I didn't expect...

Seeing that she looked at death like home, Rong Beilan simply snatched the bowl from her hand, and said in a bad tone, "If it doesn't taste good, don't force it."

"Ahem, that, in fact, your grilled fish is really, really good."

Rong Beilan looked at her without saying a word.

Su Changle felt a little guilty from his aggrieved gaze, and felt as if she had done something terribly wrong, so she hurried over and snatched the bowl again, drank the remaining porridge in two or three mouthfuls, and grinned, revealing a row of porridge. With white teeth, he smiled at him.

Rong Beilan stared at her with deep eyes, stretched out his hand for a long time and pulled her into his arms violently, pinched her chin with the other hand and leaned over to suck her tender red lips.

Su Changle stared at his slightly closed eyes. The kiss was very long, and Su Changle didn't send her here until Su Changle was a little hypoxic.

Rong Beilan rubbed her thumbs on her lips, and licked her thin lips with the tip of her tongue, her voice was hoarse and charming, "Well, it's really not very tasty."

This damn evildoer!

Su Changle pushed him, "Go back quickly, I want to change clothes to see Master."

(End of this chapter)