"Lord Wang, the concubine is so polite!"

I got up and saluted him back.

"You've been waiting here for a long time, haven't you?"

He took my hand and sat on the bed, and I shook my head violently, not daring to reply.

"Have you eaten in the evening?"

He asked me, and I shook my head.

"Then I'll let the grandmothers serve some food, you use it first, and I'll go wash up."

He pulled me and whispered in my ear, and the smell of alcohol came to my face, and my face was so drunk that my whole body was shattered.

Seeing that I didn't answer or refuse, he acquiesced in my agreement, got up and went outside the door to negotiate with my grandmother.

In the house, the water had been changed behind the screen, and when he was at the door, Han Yunduo and the others prepared it, but they didn't think about the food or anything.

The grandmothers quickly brought in some porridge dishes, ordinary multigrain porridge, accompanied by two cool side dishes, Yuxin had already gone to take a bath, and the others also retreated to the door, only I sat at the table, looking at the food in a daze.

After thinking about it, I was indeed a little hungry, and it would be good to lie down for so long, so it would be good to eat something to pad my stomach.

It's just that I only ate half of it, and Yuxin came out, and he was just washed, wet, and his upper body was just an open coat, which couldn't cover his beautiful figure.

I have no concept of what a man's figure is, but when I see him, I know that the so-called good figure is like him!

There is not a trace of fat on his body, his strong body bones, and perfect curves, when he wears those cumbersome clothes, he never sees what he is like inside.

But once those clothes are removed, the beautiful people who look directly at Miaoman can't take their eyes off.

On the contrary, Yu Xin's appearance is also good-looking, this has just been soaked in water, white and red lips, and a slight smile, and the soul of the person is hooked with him.

"What do you see?"

He sat down across from me, snatched the steamed bun in my hand and bit it.

"Nothing—nothing—"

Somehow I stammered, I hurriedly went to hold the porridge in front of me, and muttered in my heart while drinking, it was all fake, it was all fake, thinking about how he looked like a cat, with a fat head and big ears, and a round body like a pig.

Thinking about it this way, the throbbing just now really calmed down a bit.

"Didn't you just eat enough?"

A bowl of porridge has not been drunk yet, and Yuxin on the opposite side has already eaten all the steamed buns, and the porridge bowl placed next to him has not moved, and he directly holds the urn containing the porridge and drinks it.

Where does this look like he just returned from a wedding feast?

"The people in the front hall are all pulling me to drink, and I don't have a chance to eat!"

Yuxin ate quickly, and before I finished half a bowl of porridge, he drank a jar of porridge, and asked me:

"Do you still eat it?"

I shook my head, took the last sip, and put the bowl back while he put it away, took it to the door, and handed it out.

With a creak, the door slammed shut, and the tense feeling of oppression returned, and I sat down and began to break out in a cold sweat.

Yuxin walked up to me step by step, still sitting across the table, sitting across from me, and he reached over and asked me to hand him my hand.

"Why are your palms so sweaty?"

The palms of my hands were cold, sweaty, and I rubbed my sleeves against them, but I didn't clean them.

I didn't reply, I just pulled my hand back from his palm, and he didn't get annoyed, looking at me with a smile.

"Don't look at me like that, you look like this, I'm scared."

When I used to be a kitten, although I was fatter and more lonely, I couldn't look at me like this, like a wolf seeing meat, and there was a green light burning at the bottom.

If I had looked like this last time, it would have been a good idea to cover my eyes with a belt, otherwise I would have been afraid.

"And what am I going to think of you?"

Yuxin pulled aside the table between the two of us, sat cross-legged across from me, tilted her head and asked good-naturedly.

"Otherwise, let's do it!"

I bowed my head, pulled the ribbon from my waist, folded a few layers, put it on my eyes, tied it behind my head, and opened my arms to him in a righteous and awe-inspiring manner:

"I'm ready, come on!"

Anyway, it's all done once, what is there to be afraid of, and what is there to be ashamed of, just tie your eyes and ignore it.

"What are you doing?"

Yuxin's whisper sounded in my ears, the futon around me softened, and a person leaned over to me and pulled my arm down.

"Didn't do anything!"

There's something wrong with this direction, shouldn't you just carry me to bed?

I scratched my cheeks, pretending that my hair had been swept away, but I was muttering in my heart, what's going on, is it because there is a grandma outside, that's why it's so abnormal?

What should this beautiful candle night look like?

"You look good today, Ning'er."

These two words, Ning'er, I got goosebumps when I heard it, and I couldn't help but tremble.

"Are you cold?"

He asked me.

"You're shouting so numbly!"

I'm not cold, I can't stand you as a cat, talk sweetly to me here.

Do what you want to do, why do you talk so much nonsense?

It's not the first time, I'm mentally prepared.

"Then you have to get used to it in the future, I will call you Ning'er in the future!"

Yuxin picked me up and walked to the bed, and the process of getting to the bed was not to put it down gently, but to lie down with me.

I'm down, he's on top, I never know, he also has such a heavy time, when he pressed me, he was about to lose his breath.

"I remember when you were a cat, you weren't so heavy, huh?"

I couldn't help but say.

The hand that had been wandering over me paused.

"I'm not saying you're fat!"

Forget, Miao Qing doesn't like others to say that it is fat, that it is fat, my sinking word, isn't it poking his heart!

"Hmm-"

Although he responded, but in his voice, he was really unhappy, and that sudden sense of alienation made me want to see if he was really angry.

"Don't move—"

He grabbed my hand and whispered.

I was very well-behaved, and in order to keep him from getting angry, I obediently stopped moving.

"Anning, who do you like? Tell me the truth, is it all the way, or Miao Qing? Or is it your former husband? ”

He didn't make any further moves, just asked very seriously.

"Why do you ask this?"

I'm a little uncomfortable, isn't it a waste to ask these questions at this time?

"I want to know."

"Know what?"

"Are you willing?"

"Yes or no, what can change?"

I'm not committed to you yet, we do all this for a purpose, why cling to love or not to love?

Shouldn't demons be more taboo about feelings with people?

"Yes, I want to know, to be honest—"

He grabbed my wrist and pressed harder, and the pain made me frown.

"It's not you!"

"What?"

"The person I like is not you!"

I gritted my teeth and told the truth, "It's all the way!" ”

From beginning to end, the only person I liked was him.