Qinghui was satisfied to see that he was 'scared' away by himself.

Turned over lazily again.

With his dead fish eyes open, he looked at the back of the couch.

Chi Yan: ......

Light coffee: ......

The young man with cold eyebrows and eyes looked at the little girl lying on the side.

Inky eyes were filled with doubt.

White, slender fingertips, pressed against the edge of the sofa.

Until now, Chi Yan can't figure it out.

Is there something wrong with her own brain, or is there something wrong with her brain.

And how did she do it, obviously having a problem with her brain, and still being so justified and strong?

Chi Yan wanted to give up communicating with her.

Listening to Qinghui's stomach gurgle again.

I thought about the possibility that this little idiot starved himself to death.

Then the boy sat down on the edge of the couch in silence.

He raised his hand and pulled up his cuffs.

I picked up the bowl of rice.

Scooped two spoonfuls of soup and mixed some eggs into it.

Lowered eyes.

Give Qinghui to the board.

He shoved the spoon into her mouth.

"Hmm!"

Qinghui stared at him with big blank eyes.

I think this guy is too deceitful.

Roll over and get up.

The action is swift and crisp.

Let Chi Yan subconsciously retreat.

There was doubt in the dark eyes.

It's obviously a little girl.

Where did such a straightforward and straightforward trick come from.

But he was quick to react.

The bowl in his hand had already been placed on the table.

Reaching out to try to restrain her.

Then I saw the little girl with some messy black hair.

Well, she was messing around on the couch just now.

With that mouthful of rice in his mouth.

With round eyes.

It looks like he's going to beat someone.

While trying to pull his neckline.

While subconsciously chewing it.

And then—

The big godless eyes seemed to light up.

Chi Yan: ......?

That's it.

Qinghui tilted his head.

I swallowed the mouthful.

There was some silence around.

The shallow coffee saw the somewhat weird posture and atmosphere of the two of them.

I couldn't help but speak first.

'Qing, Lord Qinghui? You still need to eat well, after all, your body is human now, and if you don't eat, you will really starve to death. ’

The light coffee is ready to talk hard.

I saw Qinghui's pink little tongue licking the corners of his lips.

Then straighten up.

Push him away.

Sit upright.

Pick up the bowl.

lazy eyes, arrogantly raised his little head.

The soft and glutinous voice was less angry, and he spoke.

"Yes, eat."

Chi Yan: ......

Light coffee: ......

Qinghui has already started to pick up rice in his mouth.

The movements are not fast or slow, but the rice in the bowl disappears quickly.

The cold young man sitting next to him watched for a long time.

I wasn't in a hurry to eat.

Raise your hand first.

Pinching Qinghui's little cheeks.

Press it in.

The rice in Qinghui's mouth almost squirted out.

He chuckled, a little slowly.

"Isn't it absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon?"

Aren't you pretty good?

If you have the ability, don't eat his cooking.

Kindness?

Qinghui finally lifted his face from the rice bowl.

glanced at him.

Reach out and press his hand directly.

A pair of eyes looked at him.

"You, stay away, you have to fight, wait a while."

Just now.

Lord Spirit Sword does think so.

Mortal grains are things that are not needed.

But now.

Well, it's like the coffee said.

Lord Spirit Sword is now a mortal.

Dine.

Unalterable principle!

She didn't have the strength before, and it must have been this weak mortal body that restricted her.

When she's full, come back to fight!

The little face is quite tender.

Chi Yan glanced down at his hand.

"Why do you just think about fighting people all day long?"

He leaned back casually.