Evil King, your vest fell off

Chapter 192 Intimate
"Want to know?" Ming Qianjue played with her slender fingers, feeling very satisfied.

Feng Nuanyang nodded, now there is a little more dependence, a little more steadiness.

"Well... I want to know, it's okay to tell you, but you have to kiss me," Ming Qianjue breathed on her ear, squeezed her hand, and pressed her face against it.

Feng Nuanyang stretched out his hand to push his face away, closed his eyes pretending to be angry, and ignored him.

Ming Qianjue reached out and pinched her cheek, leaned down and whispered, "I'm telling you, but don't be angry!"

Feng Nuanyang opened his eyes, with a hint of success in his eyes, he nodded without thinking too much.

But when she heard that he used poison to dumb Jin Ling, she was dissatisfied, and stared at him accusingly: "How could you do that?" The poison passed through her throat, and it was terrifying to think about it. He actually used such a trick to deal with Jin Ling this girl.

Ming Qianjue knew it was this reaction, but if she didn't tell her, sooner or later that noisy girl would make a noise, so it's better to confess now.

He touched his nose and said with a flattering smile, "Isn't it all about finding ways to meet you?"

"Stay away from me!" Feng Nuanyang doesn't like such a man who doesn't compromise. If she messes with him in the future, wouldn't he kill her?
Thinking of this possibility, she trembled for a while, pulled his hand away, rolled out, and looked at him warily.

Ming Qianjue raised his eyebrows, is this another game of cat and mouse with him?
There was a sudden grunt, which was exceptionally clear in this quiet room. Ming Qianjue was a little astonished, and stared at the place where the sound came from: "Where was the sound just now?"

Feng Nuanyang hugged her stomach and shook her head, this is too embarrassing, at such a serious moment, her stomach is growling with hunger.

But the more she concealed it, the less face her stomach gave her, and it gurgled again, three times in a row.

She wanted to hide it, but she couldn't.

"I'll just say, it's your stomach growling!" Ming Qianjue laughed as if he didn't see her embarrassment.

"Get out!" Feng Nuanyang directly picked up the pillow next to him and threw it over, then pulled up the quilt on the side and covered his body, covering his whole body.

Ming Qianjue embraced the pillow, looked at the woman wrapped in cicada chrysalis, with pampering and helplessness in her eyes, put the pillow away, and put on her clothes.

The room was quiet, and not long after, the door rang, and footsteps came in and out one after another.

For a while, the whole room was filled with a strong rice scent, even though Feng Nuanyang was covering the quilt, he still smelled it sensitively.

She carefully opened a corner of the quilt, and looked through the gap.

Someone who was still on the bed was sitting at the table drinking and eating in a well-dressed manner at this moment, and he looked very enjoyable.

Feng Nuanyang swallowed his saliva, and when his stomach rumbled again, he lost face and dignity, and directly lifted the quilt out of bed and went straight to the table.

Ming Qianjue had known her cowardice for a long time, so he quickly moved the seat beside her to let her sit down, and served her vegetables and water, looking like a considerate and good man.

Feng Nuanyang stuffed a piece of crystal shrimp dumpling into her mouth, chewed it twice, and swallowed it. The taste made her squint her eyes with joy, "How do you know I like to eat these?"

The dishes on the table are all her favorites. Feng Nuanyang can cook, but she always gets tired of cooking by herself. She likes going to restaurants and looking for delicious food.

"These are the signature dishes here, as long as you like it," Ming Qianjue had a strange look in his eyes, which quickly disappeared.

(End of this chapter)