"A Jing, I made all the dishes on this table specially for you, do you want to try them?" Bo Liuzhi flattered him by twisting a piece of steamed silver carp and putting it on Qi Mujing's plate.
Qi Mujing glanced at the dishes on the table with a stern eyebrow. There was no emotion or anger in his tone, "Zhi'er, whatever you want to eat in the future, just ask the kitchen to cook it. You don't have to do it yourself."
"..." Bo Liuzhi bit his lip, put down his chopsticks, and said in a dull tone, "Ajing, you are still angry, right?"
Can't see her like this, Qi Mujing sighed, took her hand on the table, put her whole body on his lap with a little force, gently held her hair with his big hand, and gently held her with the other hand.
He rubbed her little hand and said warmly in her ear, "Your hand is injured and needs to rest."
Bo Liuzhi suddenly opened his eyes wide to look at him. His gentle eyes were filled with her touch and indescribable tenderness. He suddenly felt his nose was a little sore, "A Jing, you are always so kind to me. Just
Even when you are angry, you always remember me. If you don't want me anymore, I will definitely die."
Without his tender care, she might have died six years ago when she first traveled to this strange dynasty.
And in the intervening six years, she has become accustomed to his kindness to her and his indulgence to her. If she can no longer have his favor and love, maybe she will really die!
"Nonsense!" Qi Mujing scolded, "Don't say such unlucky words in the future, understand?!"
Bo Liuzhi was so heart-warmed by his gentle and domineering words that he reached out to hook his neck in a good mood, "Ajing, you're not angry anymore, are you? Huh?!"
Qi Mijing did not answer her directly, but stretched out his fingertips to trace her red lips, "What did Zhi'er do in the study today?"
There was something itchy on her lips, and Bo Liuzhi couldn't help but stick out the tip of her tongue and lick it, but it touched his fingers that had not yet been removed. Her face suddenly burned up, and she stuttered, "I, I'm shouting, I'm calling you."
, let’s have dinner together, I’m afraid I’ll be late and you’ll avoid me.”
As soon as he said this, Bo Liuzhi seemed to blame him a little. He pinched his ears punishingly with his little hand and said angrily, "You still accuse me, look at my hands..." He stretched out the back of his hand in front of his eyes and said, "It's all your fault.
, it’s not a big deal, my hands are all swollen.”
Annoyance flashed across Qi Mijing's eyebrows, and he held her hand distressedly. It was already swollen, and the blood foam under the tender skin could be vaguely seen.
At that time, he was just angry and didn't like her being so affectionate with a man other than him, even if that man was his brother. She could only be his... I really wanted to hide her and show her only to him.
Smile only at him.
His lips touched the soft skin, kissed and licked lightly.
The itching and numbing feeling on the skin made Bo Liuzhi tremble and moan softly, "Ajing..."
"Well..." Qi Mujing whispered back to her, raising a pair of deep black eyes and staring closely at her lips.
Suddenly, he let out a low gasp, grabbed her head violently, pressed his lips against her delicate lips, bit them lightly, and sucked them deeply.