After speaking, he forgot to give Leng Yuchen a salute, and ran out with the tray in his arms, listening to the rapid pace, he must have gone to the Yuankun Palace.

Tu'er's sentence of "princess" made Su Yuqing's face blush slightly, but she felt that Tu'er's deliberate frankness was really interesting.

"Hmph, if you don't fight for something, you can call yourself a slave with a bowl of cold porridge." Leng Yuchen gently placed the scroll on the table and snorted coldly.

Su Yuqing looked at him when she heard this, only to see him staring at her with a light face.

"What's wrong?" Su Yuqing blinked her eyes and asked gently.

Leng Yuchen suddenly curled his lips and smiled, and the moon flashed in his eyes: "What you said before can be counted?" ”

"What?" She asked warily.

Leng Yuchen stood up, slowly walked to her side, stretched out his hand and gently lifted her chin, so that her delicate face was completely displayed in front of him, and then said lightly: "Of course, it is what you said to Tu'er before. ”

Su Yuqing's long eyelashes fanned slightly, she and Tu'er had never said a few words in total, and it was impossible to play tricks at the moment, but he didn't really plan to ask her to cook porridge for him every day, right?

"The ......"

"Don't want or don't like it?" Leng Yuchen asked lightly, not giving her a chance to excuse herself at all.

"As long as you like, Yuqing will cook it for you every day." Su Yuqing hurriedly replied, she had learned his moody temperament, and she didn't dare to hesitate any longer.

Hearing her answer, Leng Yuchen's indifferent pupils gradually rose a trace of warmth, and in his long and narrow eyes, they were as bright as stars, shining with boundless brilliance.

His slender fingers gently pinched her delicate and small chin, the warm and soft touch, and the deer-clear phoenix eyes, made his heart ripple slightly, and he couldn't help but gently rub his delicate and soft skin and pink cherry lips along her jaw. Yuehua's eyes gradually darkened a little.

Su Yuqing stared at the faint swallowing action at his Adam's apple, her body couldn't help but freeze, her soft lips trembled slightly under his warm fingertips, she suddenly thought of Xuanyuan Jinghao's compulsion, her black pupils contracted twice, and she was about to reach out and push him away, her chin was cold, and she instantly regained her calm.

Leng Yuchen had already turned around, his back to her and motionless, his tall back obscuring the candlelight, and she was completely trapped in his shadow.

Su Yuqing stretched out the tip of her tongue, moistened her slightly dry lips, and hung her head and didn't know whether to leave or stay, she had just eased the tense atmosphere, if she got up and left, would she be a failure?

Leng Yuchen secretly suppressed the inexplicable emotion, walked to the desk and sat down, his fingers lightly tapping on the table.

"Yuqing." A deep and magnetic voice sounded in the silent room, with a hint of bewitchment, making Su Yuqing's body tremble slightly.

It was the first time he had called her like that.

"Yes, Yuqing is here." Su Yuqing replied gently.

Leng Yuchen stared at Su Yuqing's delicate face through the candlelight, and asked lightly, "Just now, you seemed to be very scared. ”

Su Yuqing was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

She lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly, her jade-like eyes wandered around, her rosy lips were tightly pursed, and her little hands as white as fat jade were tightly clenched into fists.

Leng Yuchen's eyes narrowed slightly, she was very nervous!

The cold aura instantly enveloped her, making her feel like she was falling into an ice cellar.

"Say!" Leng Yuchen spit out a word simply and strongly.