Curled up in the familiar embrace full of the fragrance of Qinglian, Xiao Yu still felt that his brain was a little woody, and he felt that it was not enough.

Fuck, after talking for a long time, it turned out that their way down the mountain had been cut off by the damn mudslide yesterday.

The simple wish to retract back to the base camp and live a peaceful birthday for a few days can only be regarded as a small dream for the time being.

However, all of this has a relationship with oneself?

Why did they stand there and discuss for a long time, and all the reasons seemed to be because of her?

If this girl doesn't eat, won't she cook and eat if you wait a few?

If this girl doesn't rest, won't you set up the tent again?!

One by one, it seems that this girl is being taken care of as the old, weak, sick and disabled!

But the question is, has this girl dragged you down so far? Are you waiting?

Unexpectedly, I took this girl into my arms and floated on this stone mountain without hesitation!

These arrogant stinky men who talk to themselves have not taken into account the feelings of others!

Thinking so, Xiao Yu snorted unconvinced.

After a few ups and downs, Nangong Wang Ye finally stood on the small stone peak, however, he didn't seem to intend to let go of Xiao Yu in his arms.

Lowering his head, he just asked in a good voice:

"Yu'er, are you hungry? The king knows that you little fellow, you must be very hungry by now. Be obedient, be a little patient, and when they finish picking up, the king will hurry up and make something to eat for you......"

Rub, this is the tune of coaxing children again!

Lord Nangong, when will your emotions be a little more normal?

Miscellaneous still think that the original cold you are relatively a little more reliable?!

frowned, and wanted to express his feelings at the moment, but all the disgust was no match for the temptation of the food that was about to arrive.

Well, if you talk too much, will it affect people's interest in making food?

It's better to play stupid, keep a low profile, and stop a little.

After thinking about it again and again, Xiao Yu still struggled and broke free from his warm and thin arms:

"Hezi, they're all watching. This is not good, it is better for the prince to respect himself. ”

Trying to pick the most soothing tone, Xiao Yu still said extremely calmly.

The prince of Nangong sneered, and hugged Xiao Yu again and again:

"What are you afraid of, stupid jade! This king has solemnly said to them a long time ago that this king will marry a wife in the future, and the only one he wants to marry is you, Yu'er. Sooner or later, you will be their mother's mother, they all know about this, why, Yu'er still can't accept this reality? ”

Acceptance, reality?

Xiao Yu was poured by the heavy thunder again, and could only swallow and spit with difficulty, and tried to explain dryly:

"Uh, Lord Wang, Yu'er thinks that between us, in fact, it has been very clear a long time ago......"

"yes, that's clear, who's to say no?" rubbed Xiao Yu's cheeks affectionately with his cheeks, and the prince of Nangong continued to say lightly: "A long time ago, this king has made it clear to his master, and Yu'er is the woman this king likes. I believe Yu'er knows this exactly, right? ”