239. Chapter 238 The smell of vinegar is really getting stronger
Like the spring breeze in March, like the gurgling water of a stream, like the light of the brightest night pearl in the world.
"Xiao Yanxi, you are jealous."
Not a question, but a joyful affirmation.
Mu Yanxi's face turned red and she said harshly, "What did Master Chonghua say? I don't know. If you want to be jealous, it's not my turn."
Chonghua suddenly stepped forward.
His movements were as fast as lightning, giving her no chance to dodge. In the blink of an eye, she was pulled into his arms and held tightly, unable to escape no matter what.
His hand gently fell on her head, then moved to the tips of her brows, cheeks, and lips, and gently lifted her small chin, with a scorching gaze in his phoenix eyes.
Mu Yanxi suddenly felt a little scared...
His eyes were so hot that they could burn everything, as if they were going to eat her alive.
"Yan Xi, your tears are for me, your jealousy is for me, how dare you say you don't like me?"
Yes, she likes Chonghua.
She only realized it today.
But she was not happy at all.
What she is looking for is someone who can be in love with her and with whom she can be the only one to grow old together.
No matter how much Chonghua liked her, how could he only have her?
Even though I knew I shouldn't fall in love, I still couldn't control my heart.
Mu Yanxi struggled a few times to no avail, and simply fell into his arms as if resigned to her fate.
There was a breath that belonged to him in the warm embrace, a breath that made people feel stable and warm. She couldn't bear to leave, and she didn't want to leave.
When she thought of Shao'er, she felt angry again, "Master already has Shao'er, why do you still want to provoke this slave?"
A muffled laugh came from above his head.
Chonghua lowered his head and pecked her lips gently. His eyes were full of doting and tenderness. He gently pressed his lips against her forehead and murmured in a low voice, "Silly girl, there is no such thing as a spoon or a red lotus.
I haven’t touched them.”
He used to be ridiculous.
He thought the present could be the same as before.
But facing those beautiful but unfamiliar faces, he lost all his qualities.
Mu Yanxi's heart moved, thinking of the scratches on his chest and the marks on Honglian's neck, she said coldly, "Sir, please consider that Yanxi is a three-year-old child. If you don't touch them..."
She lowered her head, put one hand on his chest, kept some distance, looked at the scratches on his chest and sneered, "My lord, please don't tell this slave that you accidentally scratched these marks on your body."
The smell of vinegar is getting stronger and stronger, full of sourness.
The more Chonghua listened, the happier he felt.
Looking down at her, her pretty face was deliberately tense, looking cold and distant, but it also had an indescribable and charming charm.
Especially her sour and jealous look made him feel that he liked her to the core.
No matter how you look at the people you like, you like them.
He couldn't help but kiss the delicate red lips that were pouting slightly. As if one kiss wasn't enough, he kissed her twice more and said softly with her lips in his mouth, "Xiao Yanxi is so jealous."
I like it so much, silly girl. If I say I haven’t touched it, then I haven’t touched it. Alas, if you insist on me explaining everything clearly before you believe it, I will have no choice but to risk my face.”
Chonghua couldn't help laughing a few times, hugged the beauty in his arms, and said in a good mood, "I have been acting and waiting for you, but I didn't expect you to be so cruel that you couldn't bear it all the time.