Yelu Qingge took half a piece of milk cake from the air with a slight twist.
His cold eyes swept over her flushed face, and he put the remaining milk cake into his mouth in front of her, chewing it slowly and melting it in his mouth. Mei Liangchen stared blankly, his jade-white fingers clenched tightly.
While I was wearing clothes, my heart was beating wildly, thinking that he was going to get angry again. After a while, I saw that he had no movement or intention to scold me, so I dared to pick up another piece of conch cake and put it in my mouth.
She was so hungry that she had to eat the food bit by bit. But even though she was so hungry that she could eat a whole cow, she followed the habit she had developed over the past twenty years and swallowed the food quickly and gracefully. It was delicious and tender.
The leg of lamb tempted her withered stomach. She looked at the table and found that there was no knife that could be used to cut the meat, so she looked at the dagger next to his thigh.
"I want to use your dagger, can I?" She lowered her eyes and begged with some embarrassment.
"Want to kill me?" Yelu Qingge knew her intention, but wanted to tease her.
Eyelashes as black as butterfly wings suddenly raised, and her dark eyes made his chest tighten. She looked angry, her two red lips turned up slightly, and said angrily: "How dare I! Distinguished General
grown ups!"
Amused by her exaggerated tone, Yelu Qingge stood up from his seat, glanced at her lively face with a smile and said, "You are really not afraid of me!"
"Afraid! Of course I'm afraid! But only when I'm full can I have the strength to continue to be afraid of you!" Mei Liangchen said angrily.
Yelu Qingge closed his eyes and stared at the woman who was not afraid of death. He paused for a moment and watched as a look of nervousness and fear gradually appeared on her face. Suddenly, he burst out laughing: "Hahaha..." He leaned forward, iron-clad.
He pinched her soft chin with his fingers and pulled her into his arms... "You little thing, you are so interesting!" He had never seen so many expressions on a person's face! Sometimes he was sad, sometimes he was happy,
Sometimes she is blazing with anger, and sometimes she is begging for mercy. It is as if what she is thinking in her heart can be revealed on her delicate face in an instant. And those two red lips are particularly expressive, seeming to be ready to open at any time and say something.
What shocked him...
The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he was surprised that he would laugh out loud at a lowly slave. Her figure was so delicate and slender. When held in his arms, she was as soft as a ball of cotton and as soft as a Gesang flower.
As fragrant as...
She struggled and beat his chest hard, "I'm hungry, I haven't eaten enough yet!" She thought he was going to commit violence again!
Yelu Qingge let her beat her, but she thought he was not strong enough. He held her with one arm, picked up the dagger, sliced the tender meat from the roasted lamb leg into palatable thin slices, put it on the plate, and handed the dagger to her. "Eat."
Come on! Eat enough and have the strength to sleep with me!"
Mei Liangchen struggled a lot, and the little heat she had just absorbed evaporated. She leaned on his chest panting, like a wildly running little elk, blinking her wet dark eyes and staring at the gleaming dagger.
..
He was really at ease with her...
Aren't you afraid that she would stab him in the heart with a dagger?