The black-bellied prince is soft and cute

Chapter 12 The furthest distance in the world (2)
Under the wisteria trellis, there is a snow-white brocade carpet, embroidered with dark patterns of gold threads on the corners, like white clouds inlaid with sunlight. A man with black hair, dressed like snow, sits on the brocade carpet.The sun shines through the flowers and leaves, casting bright and dark shadows on him, like a mandala blooming in a dream.

Shui Qianxun's saliva dripped down, not only for Huangfu's indulgence, but also for the delicacies on the table.

On the red sandalwood table, there was a row of white jade porcelain plates, all kinds of dishes exuded tempting aromas, and they kept drilling into Shui Qianxun's nose.

Shui Qianxun, who loves all kinds of delicacies, can't resist this temptation even when she's not hungry. What's more, she is currently in a state where she doesn't have enough food for a day and a night.

"I want to eat!" Shui Qianxun yelled in Huangfu's direction.

Even prisoners have the right to food and drink.

Huangfu's mouth moved, but Shui Qianxun couldn't hear what he was saying.

Mo Chu, who was standing beside Huangfu Zi, walked to the window, and said coldly to Shui Qianxun, "Master said you have big arms and round waist, so you need to fast for three days in order to prevent you from tearing your new clothes."

What?Big shoulders?Torn clothes?

your sister!You have big arms and round waists, and your whole family has big arms and round waists!
This guy must be taking revenge!
"A bird flew by in the sky, pulled a pile of bird droppings, and the bird droppings fell into the chicken soup. Some people drank the soup spoonful after spoonful. Chicken soup with bird droppings was really delicious... ..."

Shui Qianxun sang happily, and Mo Chu's handsome face kept twitching.

Huangfu Xun's hand that was scooping up the chicken soup paused, and he raised his eyes to look at Shui Qianxun, his eyes were cold and indifferent, like a touch of moonlight on a snowy cliff, clear and far away, his light pink lips were soft in the light and shadow.

The upper half of the girl's face is exposed in the window, with a smooth forehead, flying eyebrows, and a sly smile at the corners of the eyes. The clear eyes are bigger and darker than ordinary people, like a little claw ready to scratch someone at any time cat.

With a slight heartbeat, Huangfu looked away, put down the spoon, took the white silk scarf and wiped his mouth lightly, and said lightly: "Move the case over there."

Shui Qianxun lay on the edge of the window, staring at the various dishes on the table through the crack of the window, feeling an urge to kill.

The table was placed under her window, and she stretched out her arm through the window, and her fingertips would touch the edge of the nearest plate. On the plate was a neat stack of chicken silk jasper rolls.

It's close at hand, out of reach.

Huangfu Xun under the wisteria trellis was holding a white jade teacup in one hand, and the black jade ring on his forefinger flowed gently, against which his snow-white fingers were more crystal clear than the jade cup. Holding a scroll in one hand, he drank a sip of tea and read a few books, feeling very leisurely.

Shui Qianxun in the room stretched out his arms desperately, I scratch, I scratch, I scratch!
It's not that I haven't thought about using hair, but the arms can't reach it, and the hair that reaches the waist is even more useless. There is no way, the length of Sirian's hair is fixed, the only difference is the number and color, unlike the people on Earth, the hair will grow over time.

Uh uh uh, is there anything more cruel than this in the world?Shui Qianxun stared at the delicious food at the end of her fingertips, and suddenly remembered a poem she accidentally saw on the Earth Network.

The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death,
But I stand before you, you don't know I love you,

The farthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you,
But love to obsession, but can't say I love you.

The farthest distance in the world is not that I cannot say I love you,

But thinking about you hurts so much, but I can only bury it deep in my heart.

……

Shui Qianxun burst into tears, and at this moment, she finally understood the true meaning of this poem.

The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between hunger and fullness.

It's me who is hungry, facing the delicious food that is close at hand, but I can't eat it anyway...

Huangfu Xun's gaze moved away from the scroll, and landed on the pink and tender paw sticking out of the window, scratching and scratching at the plate, scratching and scratching at the table, his pink lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes flashed. With an imperceptible smile...

(End of this chapter)