The Group Pet Sister Became the Petite Bag of the Powerful Minister

   Chapter 82 You Are Too Hungry 2

  “…”

  What is this all about?

  Song Zhao pursed his lips, trying not to hurt the self-esteem of the powerful minister,

   "Are you hot? Shall I wipe it for you?"

   She took out a handkerchief embroidered with orchids from her cuff, sat next to Si Yu, took his hand that was splashed by the soup, and wiped it carefully.

   was held by her hand, and Si Yu was stiff all over.

   The little girl has soft fingers and a fragrant body. She wears a lotus silk pipa and a skirt, and a hollow golden bell hangs around her waist, making a jingle sound.

   He looked down.

  Look at her small and delicate ears, long and curved eyebrows, delicate and straight nose bridge, as well as white and powdery, bulging cheeks.

  The wind blows from the window, bringing a bit of coolness.

   He felt that the wind was strange, otherwise it would make his chest itchy, throat itchy, and palms itchy.

   He seemed suddenly possessed, and felt that it was not impossible to call her a kind hearted man.

   After Song Zhao finished wiping his hands, he stretched out to Si Yu's abdomen, but was stopped halfway.

   "Enough is enough." Si Yu's expression was flat, and he suddenly pushed her out.

   "But, there is one place that hasn't been cleaned." Song Zhao opened his round eyes.

  The wind swirls up her skirt, like a flower blooming under the night, exuding a fragrant and seductive smell.

  Siyu's eyes deepened, twisting his fingertips, his throat slid up and down, and said in a hoarse voice, "You are still young, you can't touch that place."

  "..." Song Zhao felt inexplicable, and glanced at the hem of his clothes stained with the soup.

  ...How come you can't touch it.

   "Well, I think it's okay, it's not a big problem."

  Siyu's thin lips stretched into a line.

   Those pitch-black eyes fell into Song Zhao's clear eyes, and with a bit of helplessness, he sighed imperceptibly, "Girls, be more restrained."

  Although he is a man, he won't suffer from being touched, but he can't let the little girl mess around.

  Song Zhao's expression was a little hard to say.

   Is her thinking behind? Why can't I keep up with the rhythm of Lord Quanchen?

   "You can't do this." Seeing that she was still unconvinced, Si Yu raised his eyebrows and searched for what he had learned in his life.

   "...Too, hungry, thirsty, too."

  Song Zhao looked back ignorantly.

   In my heart, it was like a stormy sea, surging continuously.

   is too thirsty.

   Hungry! thirsty!

  “…”

The words    instantly made Song Zhao's cheeks burn with a prairie fire.

   Lord Quanchen wouldn't think she wanted to take advantage of him?

   This realization made Song Zhao want to put all the eight dishes on the table on Siyu's face.

   But reason stopped her, she dropped the handkerchief, turned around and ran away.

  Siyu stared at the figure of the little girl who fled after being pierced through her mind, and couldn't help but chuckle.

  How...so cute.

   He picked up the handkerchief that had fallen on the ground. It was obviously stained with oil, but it was somehow placed under the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly.

   I sniffed for a quarter of an hour, then put it into my arms as if nothing had happened.

  *

  Two days later, the Song family set off for the orchid exhibition to meet Song Yaoxiang's husband.

  Song Zhao went out after breakfast and happened to bump into Si Yu who was passing by the gate of her courtyard.

  The teenager wears a black brocade robe, and the hem and cuffs are embroidered with dark golden silk threads.

   He is straight and unattainable when walking.

   "Blessed is Si Xiaolang." Song Zhao shook his feather fan, as if forgetting the shame and anger that night, and sweetly greeted Si Yu.

  Siyu's appearance was cold and noble, and he walked towards her in a leisurely stroll, just about to speak—

   "Little sister!" Song Jinfu's voice came, galloping like a bolt of lightning, just right to block Siyu's step forward, occupying his sister's sight, "The carriage is ready, the third brother will go out with you."

   "Okay." Song Zhao's brows and eyes curled up with Song Jinfu.

  Song Jinfu looked back at Siyu while bringing strawberry candy to his sister.

   looked at warning.

   That is the omen of anti-wolf.

   (end of this chapter)