As he walked towards the kitchen, he hesitated whether to make one for him. I simply succumbed to his obscenity, which was a little too much to say. However, she didn't dare not do it, and challenging Sima Jin's patience was not a good job.

Muttering along the way, when I arrived at the small kitchen, I still resigned myself to making a scallion oil egg noodle for Sima Jin, a total of three eggs, all of which were beaten in, but they couldn't be divided equally. Enron wanted to selfishly keep the two portions for himself, but after thinking about it, he still forgot it. She has a lot of them, and she doesn't bother with him.

Thinking like this in his heart, he made other movements in his hands, scooping his own special chili oil with a spoon, and put a lot of it into the bowl. Seeing that the bowl was all bleached with a layer of tempting red, An Ran stopped.

Leaned close to his nose and sniffed, "Ahh

When he opened the door, Sima Jin still had a stinky face. An Ran secretly scolded him for his small belly and chicken intestines.

"Lord Wang, there is nothing to do in the small kitchen now, so An Ran made two bowls of egg noodles with scallion oil, and this bowl is the prince's. He put the noodles with a lot of chili oil in front of Sima Jin, and he picked up the chopsticks and ate the normal bowl in his hand.

"Why is this king's different from yours?" Sima Jin frowned and glanced at An Ran strangely.

"Uh, because, there are two eggs lying here, Lord Wang, this is specially left for the Lord to eat, why, Lord Wang Ye thinks it is not good?"

"What about this red?" he was stunned, he really didn't expect her to give him a bowl of eggs, but how did he think there was a conspiracy.

"That's chili oil, red, spicy and spicy. This noodle must be eaten like this! appetizing!" An Ran couldn't wait to bury his face in the bowl in front of him, unable to bear Sima Jin's scrutinizing gaze.

"Since that makes sense, then why don't you let it go?" Sima Jin picked up the chopsticks on the table and picked out two noodles.

"That's because I have a scar on my face and can't eat spicy food, which is not good for that. Prince, don't ask, if you keep asking, the noodles should be mushy, make it with some painstaking efforts, even if the prince dislikes it, he has to pretend to be. He made a noodle eating gesture at Sima Jin, looking at him very eagerly.

There is no doubt that there is him, but when he took the first bite, Sima Jin's tears were so hot that they were about to flow out, and the two red lips were hot, like sausages. Exhaling in his mouth, trying to bring the temperature of his mouth down. Quickly picked up the teapot and poured a glass of water and drank it, and then twice in a row, which was slightly relieved.

An Ran hid to the side and snickered, Sima Jin looked at her unhappy appearance, and the unhappy mood just now was also relieved.

"You did it on purpose!"

"Of course not, didn't the prince find out that the spicy seeds in this noodle are really delicious?" put away the smile on the corner of his mouth, pretending to be innocent.

Enduring the spiciness, Sima Jin frowned and took two bites, and the middle of his eyebrows had already turned into a Sichuan character. "Uh-huh~" Suddenly, I saw him covering his abdomen, and the chopsticks he was holding fell to the edge of the table, making a crashing sound. His forehead slammed on the table, startling An Ran.

"Lord, Lord, what's wrong with you?" hurriedly pulled out his stool and ran to Sima Jin's side.

"Stomach pain, I guess because of an empty stomach, I ate such a spicy thing all of a sudden, so, ah, it hurts!" With a snort, Sima Jin's whole body curled up. An Ran squatted down anxiously, wanting to help him take a look, but inadvertently saw Sima Jin's smile buried under the table.

I realized that I had been fooled again, but it was too late to wake up.

Sima Jin pulled her to his lap, and without giving An Ran any time, he bit straight into the delicate place. The tip of the tongue swept with a hint of spiciness. An Ran frowned and wanted to push away, but in exchange for Sima Jin's deeper.

"Don't you think it's delicious? ”

"Don't, woo, don't. ”

"You don't have the right to say no!" Sima Jin picked up An Ran and was about to walk to the bed.

The body is pressed up, condescendingly. The two hands that wanted to resist were firmly controlled by him in the palm of his hand. Looking from An Ran's line of sight, it happened to meet Sima Jin's good-looking chin.

"This king said that he wanted to return the favor and exchange his body for it. Tonight is a good time. Enron, what do you think?"

Looking up, Sima Jin's eyes were deep, but with a faint aura of danger. Only then did An Ran know that this time it was a fire.

"Since that booklet is for studying the love and interest of husband and wife, why don't we give it a try now!" and got a little closer again, An Ran's little heart fluttered, and the voice was so loud that Sima Jin could hear it clearly. His chest rose and fell violently, and he swallowed nervously.

"Si, Lord Wang, I was wrong, I was wrong. I'm going to make you something to eat again, this time, absolutely, without any more tampering. Enron tilted his head to the other side, trying to divert from the current high-risk topic.

"No need. This king, I just want to eat you now!" Sima Jin gestured to unbutton An Ran's predecessor. At this moment, An Ran couldn't hold back any longer, struggling violently, the skirt was rubbed to the side, and somewhere on the lower bodies of the two was inadvertently pasted together.

"Don't move anymore!" Sima Jin hoarsely spoke, but he was a little closer to An Ran.

Sensing the change, the expression on An Ran's face changed in a thousand ways, but finally became about to cry, "Sima Jin, you let go of me! You let go!" Sima Jin, I beg you, I don't dare anymore, can you let go of me?" It was useless to roar, so he had to lick his face and plead.

"Please, beg me, beg me, princess, don't you want to marry someone else? Why don't we do it today, what do you think?"

"Don't, Sima Jin! I have nothing to do with other people, I'll just say that, just kidding! Sima Jin, don't take it seriously, I really won't dare next time." "When death is approaching, what kind of soft words, Enron has spoken.

"Are you kidding? Enron, if you dare to joke next time, this king will not be able to guarantee that he will be able to control himself today!"

"Uh-huh. He kept nodding, hoping that Sima Jin would let him go quickly.

With a long sigh, he released the clamp and lay down on the other side of the bed, "This king slept here today." Madam, you'd better remember next time that this king is your man!"