Mu Xueyi was not stingy, took out the silver taels and gave him them, and asked him to buy them himself.

Shui Yanyan happily took it, and then went to buy two strings of rock sugar gourds, one for Mu Xueyi, and the other for himself.

Mu Xueyi took it, she has never been a picky eater, but she rarely eats sweets, such as rock sugar gourd, which she only ate more than ten years ago.

She took a bite, it was a little greasy, and after chewing a few times, there was a sour taste, sweet and sour.

The delicate eyebrows furrowed unconsciously, and immediately loosened again.

"Since the wife doesn't like to eat, let's pray for the son."

Without waiting for Mu Xueyi to speak, Ziqi took the rock sugar gourd in her hand and bit down on the one she had just eaten.

After eating, he seemed to be still unfinished licking his bright red lips, and the action was extremely seductive.

Mu Xueyi withdrew the hand that wanted to take back the rock sugar gourd, there was not much expression on her face, she just frowned, and a cold edge flashed in her eyes.

"I don't mind letting you eat the rest later."

The aura on her body changed suddenly, and her tone was no different from usual, but it made people feel like they were falling into an ice cellar.

"If it's the wife who has eaten it, Ziqi doesn't mind."

Ziqi ignored the meaning of her words, and bit down on a rock sugar gourd, his mouth was full of sweet and sour taste, and he narrowed his eyes comfortably.

"Does the wife still want to eat?"

"No, I'll eat him."

Mu Xue suddenly stepped forward, and at the moment when Shui Yan was stunned, she grabbed his hand holding the rock sugar gourd and bit down on it.

Although the rock sugar gourd was one underneath, Shui Yanyan was still stunned, and the hand holding the rock sugar gourd tightened unconsciously.

Seeing this scene, the curvature of Ziqi's lips remained unchanged, but an imperceptible cold color flashed in his eyes, this person really surprised him.

Scold......

The upward arc of the corners of the demonic lips like blood is dyed with a bit of coldness, just like a blooming poppy, beautiful and bewitching, but extremely poisonous.

Looking at his stunned appearance, Mu Xue raised her eyebrows slightly, a touch of banter quietly rose on her lips, and her voice was low and charming: "It's delicious." ”

Shui Yanyan looked at her without blinking, and suddenly remembered that the first time they met, he seemed to want her to pay him.

But she didn't even look at him.

"Is it pretty?"

Mu Xue raised her eyebrows slightly, the corners of her bewitching lips moved slightly, and her unique cold and beautiful voice came out from between her lips and teeth.

"Beautiful!"

Shui Yanyan's words came out without passing through his brain, and when he came back to his senses and realized what he had said, a trace of crimson quietly appeared on the roots of his snow-white ears, which looked a little inexplicably seductive.

Mu Xueyi slowly let go of her hand, unlike the warmth of his hand, her hand was cold and had no temperature.

Shui Yanyan watched the cold but comfortable hand gradually take away, and his heart was inexplicably a little lost.

"Are you sure you want to flirt on the street?"

Ziqi said with a smile, his expression looked no different from usual, and his smile was as charming as ever, but it inexplicably made people feel cold.

"Yes and what."

The wind blew the hem of her snow-white clothes, and the corners of her clothes flew, streaking through the air one after another.

Ziqi hooked his lips: "Isn't the prince bored?" ”

"It's boring, so I'm having fun."

Mu Xue confided this sentence coldly, and the words were cold and ruthless, to the bone marrow.