When An Ying woke up in a daze, the night was deep, and next to her was Hao's sleeping cheek.
The tightly closed eyes removed all the majesty from his body, and his beautiful face was as harmless as a baby's.
An Ying took off Hao's arm on her waist, carefully got out of bed, dragged her naughty slippers, and walked to the kitchen.
Being tortured by Tian Junhao really exhausted her energy. At this moment, her stomach was ravenous again. She woke up from hunger.
I still feel frightened when I think of the helplessness of being alone in a school toilet without any help.[
Those girls are so bad, how could they bully her like this?
However, fortunately, she is there.
Putting aside his ravage, An Ying had a sweet smile on her lips.
In the middle of the night, I didn't want to wake up the servant, so I was alone in the kitchen, put on an apron, and started tinkering leisurely.
Normally there is no need for her to do anything. For ten years, she has been living a parasitic life with good clothes and fine food.
However, it shouldn't be difficult to make fried rice with eggs, An Ying thought confidently.
Occasionally, she would sneak into the kitchen and learn some cooking skills.
Tonight was the time to show off her skills. She was humming a ditty and playing egg blossoms, feeling like the sun was shining in her heart.
"do what?"
Suddenly, a deep male voice came from behind, like a murmur when someone is not awake, with a hint of laziness.
An Ying turned around and saw Tianjun Haoxin's long body leaning against the door.
Without the majesty and sharpness of the day, all kinds of amorous feelings flowed out of his body,
An Ying couldn't help but swallowed her saliva and cursed in her heart:
This man looks so charming that time has not left a single scratch on his body, which makes people really jealous.
Well, I don’t know how old Hao is today. I saw him looking like this when he was a child. I guessed that he should be more than thirty, but he really looks like he is only twenty-five or six.
"Hao, how old are you?"
"One thousand five hundred and twenty-one years old."
!!!
What kind of international joke are you kidding, "Isn't that a thousand-year-old monster?"[
"You think I'm old?" Tian Junhao's tone was a little unhappy. He was indeed one thousand five hundred and twenty-one years old, and he was a thousand-year-old demon.
"Haha, how could it be possible? Haocai is not old." An Ying giggled and thought to herself, forget it if you don't tell me. Only a ghost would believe it when he is one thousand five hundred and twenty-one years old.