Su Nuo's eyebrows were tightly wrinkled, and Mo Liushuang stretched out his hand and gently rubbed it twice in the center of Su Nuo's eyebrows.

Su Nuo shook his head, changed to a comfortable position again, and continued to sleep.

From the sunset, I slept until the willow tops of the moon.

Su Nuo opened his worried eyes, looked at the ink flow frost on the side, and squeezed his little body over again.

shouted squeamishly: "Husband." ”

The book in Mo Liushuang's hand snapped and landed on the soft couch.

"Why did you just wake up and stick to it."

Mo Liushuang said this in his mouth, but his eyes were glowing, and his slender fingers also gently scraped the tip of Su Nuo's nose.

What a little sticky man.

"I like my husband."

Su Nuo buried his head in his clothes, coquettishly, and said again in a glutinous voice.

Hearing her voice, Mo Liushuang only felt that his heart had turned into a ball of water at this moment.

He hugged Su Nuo tightly, eager to melt her whole body into his body.

"It hurts!"

Su Nuo was hugged tightly by him, and let out a coquettish snort, and her white and tender little hands also slapped on Mo Liushuang's body.

This time, she is like patting dust in terms of ink flow frost.

He smiled lowly, and rarely kissed Su Nuo's soft face.

"Hungry or not."

As soon as the words fell, I heard the sound of cooing in Su Nuo's stomach.

Su Nuo brushed it, her face flushed, and she hurriedly covered her face with both hands.

Mo Liushuang looked at her shy appearance, the corners of her mouth hooked, and after shouting to pass the meal, she lowered her head and coaxed Su Nuo softly.

At this time, the door was open, and there was an endless stream of maids, carrying things inside.

Everyone has a blank face.

After everything was done, close them again, and the expressions on the faces of the maids and women changed in an instant.

They heard it right!

Didn't they see it wrong just now?

Is that their cold, bloodthirsty, cold-blooded and ruthless Seventh Prince?

Even though there were monstrous waves stirring up in their hearts, they still didn't dare to say anything, everyone just made eye contact, and then dispersed, leaving only the people who were waiting, staying there motionless.

At this time, Su Nuo was already sitting there with red cheeks, waiting for Mo Liushuang to share the chestnut chicken for her.

The chestnut chickens in the palace are a must.

The skin is crispy and golden, and the meat inside is full. Full, take a bite of the aroma of gravy in your mouth.

What's more, the chicken belly is stuffed with chestnuts, golden and soft, soft and glutinous.

This is Su Nuo's favorite dish, if it weren't for Mo Liushuang's refusal, she could eat a chicken by herself.

Su Nuo's long eyelashes blinked slightly, and he watched for a moment as Mo Liushuang took the chicken leg and put it on his plate.

"Thank you."

Su Nuo thanked him, grabbed the chicken leg with his little hand, and gnawed it, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with the soft and glutinous fragrance of chestnuts.

Su Nuo ate his mouth. Ba Liang sparkled, finished eating this chicken leg, a pair of bright eyes, and continued to look at the ink flow cream.

"Husband, I still want it."

I don't know why, as she said this, Mo Liushuang's hand tearing the chicken leg shook slightly.

Hmph, don't say it when you say it.

Murray tore open another chicken leg and placed it on her plate, sandwiching a few more chestnuts for her.