Quick Transmigration: Rescuing the Blackened Male Lead

In order not to let the male owner die, Shen Mubai has a big chunk.

But compared to Rozelle, the piece in front of her is not worth mentioning.

Rozelle sat across from her, eating the cake without hesitation.

He squinted and couldn't see the look in his eyes.

After a while, Shen Mubai couldn’t help but say, "You don't have to force yourself."

She put a lot of cream, even if she doesn't eat so much, she should be greasy.

Rozelle stopped the action in his hand. "There is no reluctance, the cake made by the owner is delicious."

Shen Mubai can't see if he spoke. After all, men have always been this expressionless expression.

She looked closely and found that the other party did not adapt to it, and then she continued to eat her own cake.

But because she had eaten dinner, she now ate a second, and the rest is really a bit difficult to stop, not to mention that she had eaten chocolate not long ago.

"If you can't eat it, you can leave it to me." Rozelle's voice rang from the other.

Shen Mubai, how can he give him his leftover cake and shake his head, "I can still eat."

She took another sip of cream and sent it to her mouth.

Then slightly wrinkled his nose.

A little tired.

"Please don't force yourself." Rozelle didn't know when to stand up.

Shen Mubai carried it up, and when he saw that he had already eaten the cakes, he narrowed his eyes.

The dark-haired man leaned over and wanted to take the cake away from her.

Shen Mubai quickly blocked, calling the maid to deal with it.

But what she didn't expect was that Rozelle took it from the other hand in the next second, squinting and eating without expression.

"Rozel..." She opened her mouth and felt a little shameful.

Rozelle quickly solved the remaining cake, and the cream invaded his beautiful thin lips with a beautiful trace. Under the perfect face of abstinence, he was very confused.

He put down the porcelain plate without hesitation, and said, "It’s a pity that you have made it hard to throw it."

Shen Mubai has a strange illusion. She suspects that even now, the cake is thrown into the trash. It is also very likely that the dark-haired man can find out from the inside and continue to enjoy it without any disapproval.

The idea is really terrible. She quickly smashed it and then replied, "It’s just a piece of cake. If you like it, I can do it for you next birthday."

"I'm honored." The other's eyes fell on her and stayed for a while.

Shen Mubai always felt that he had ignored something.

I remember until I returned to the room to finish the wash.

Yes, she forgot to light the candle.

In other words, Rozelle did not make a wish tonight.

Shen Mubai knocked on his head, but this was linked to the task.

So I couldn't take care of the situation at the moment and ran to knock on Rozelle's door.

The door quickly opened from the inside, and the black-haired man bowed his head slightly. "Master, do you have anything?"

Shen Mubai was a little bit hard to raise his neck. She found that Rozelle was too high.

No, to be precise, she is too short.

It seems that she is aware of her a little depressed mood. Rozelle leaned over and looked at her, her eyes fixed on her, then she reached out and touched her hair. "Your hair is still not dry, so it will It's easy to catch cold."

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