"Brother, this one is really delicious. Vertex X23US"

Mo Qiqi said, and handed the hibiscus fragrant rice cake that he had already eaten two bites to Mo Qingmao's lips.

Her black and white eyes also flickered at him.

Mo Qingmiao's refusal was choked in his throat, he opened his mouth and took a bite.

The sweet and sticky taste made him very uncomfortable.

But looking at the little girl's expectant smile, he swallowed the piece in his mouth.

As soon as he swallowed it, he picked up the glass of water on the table and drank it.

As I drank and drank, I saw that there was a shallow lipstick mark on the light cyan cup.

This is Qiqi's cup, and when I think of how she drank water just now, and then he drank water in the same place.

Suddenly, Mo Qingmiao raised his head and glanced at Mo Qiqi.

"Brother, are the fragrant rice cakes delicious?"

Mo Qiqi waited expectantly for him to answer.

Mo Qingmiao's gaze fell on her pink and tender lips, and involuntarily, her ears were hot.

"Hmm."

As if disguised, he nodded in a panic, and his eyes instantly looked away.

Mo Qiqi got the answer, smiled, and continued to hold the piece of fragrant rice cake and eat it.

Unconsciously, Mo Qingmiao's gaze stopped on Mo Qiqi's face again, when she was eating, her cheeks were bulging, and she looked very cute.

Is this fragrant rice cake that delicious?

At this time, Si Mo'er, who was standing on the side, was even more annoyed in his heart.

What do they mean by this back and forth?

This hibiscus fragrant rice cake is made by yourself.

What does Mo Qingmiao mean, he gave it to him by himself, and he didn't eat it.

Mo Qiqi has eaten, he has eaten everything.

The more Si Mo'er thought about it, the more annoyed she became, she hung her head, and her fingers tightly tugged at the hem of her skirt.

This Mo Qiqi can't be pretending to have amnesia, right?

She couldn't get along with herself before, but now she thinks of this way.

No, soon Si Mo'er vetoed his idea.

If Mo Qiqi had this brain, how could he be disfigured by Nalan Zhiyan.

It's still too much to think about yourself.

Mo Qiqi finished eating a piece of fragrant rice cake and gently wiped his mouth with a handkerchief.

"My cousin really deserves to be the first talented woman in the capital, no matter what it is, she does it so well, Qiqi admires you."

Mo Qiqi said, looking at Si Mo'er with admiring eyes.

"Cousin's sweet mouth, let's say, what else do you want to eat tomorrow?"

Si Mo'er smiled lightly, as demure as a delicate flower in the wind.

"On that day, my cousin brought the japonica rice drink. It's delicious. ”

After Mo Qiqi finished speaking, he smiled embarrassedly again.

"Isn't it too much trouble?"

"It's not troublesome, as long as my cousin wants to eat, even if it's troublesome, I'll help you get it."

Si Mo'er said, looking at Mo Qiqi with a pampered face.

"Hmm."

Mo Qiqi looked well-behaved and nodded again.

"It's not too early, sister, you should rest early."

Mo Qingmiao said slowly, and the cup in his hand didn't know whether to put it down or what to do.

"In that case, I'm also leaving, cousin, you can rest."

Si Mo'er also smiled, nodded towards Mo Qiqi, and went out with Mo Qingmao.

Mo Qiqi stood in place and watched as both of them went out.

Mo Qingmao closed the door outside.

Mo Qiqi's gaze fell on the table again, and the cup he drank was taken away by Mo Qingmao.

She hooked her lips and smiled, picking up the cup that Mo Qingmiao had drunk earlier.