She never believed in any coincidences in this world.
If you are not someone who is very familiar with her, you probably won’t understand her preferences...
Nangong Baiye turned his eyes, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
Even the way the devil in front of him crosses his legs has an indescribable elegance.
"When you talk about eating, you put away your paws." He looked at her, holding his chin with his fingers, his laziness revealed luxury, and his voice was cold: "It really suits your personality."
Nangong Baiye raised his eyebrows.
What does he mean?
It's a bit like calling her a pig.
Moreover, what did his careless gesture mean?
Despise her?
It's best for this man not to open his mouth. Once he opens his mouth, all his noble and cool things will be shattered.
If possible, she really wanted to turn him into a little kid and shake him vigorously in her hands.
Ah, what a venomous tongue!
However, she just thought about this kind of thing.
Because based on experience, Nangong Baiye can guess how dangerous this man is...
"Your Highness." Silla walked over and put her left hand on her right shoulder, like a butler in a cartoon, with an expressionless face and thoughtful etiquette.
Behind him is an English-style push dining cart. The dining cart is made of silver, covered with finely crafted black cloth, and dotted with chiffon black yarn and roses. It has a rich classical flavor and is used to place
Cooking fish in a dish of water is really a waste of beautiful scenery.
Sheila put one hand behind her back and held the boiled fish in the other hand, placing it on the long dining table.
Beiming Liancheng took the silver chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish naturally, and then stretched it out in front of her.
There was an obvious sound of gasping in the hall.
Nangong Baiye frowned.
She often travels around the world and has met many European and American people.
If her memory is correct, neither the polite British nor the romantic French would feed anyone.
Even if we usually eat at the same table, we won't give the food to anyone.
Only the closest lover would do this.
Could it be that the folk customs in the demon world have become so open that they no longer care about these rules?
Nangong Baiye thought secretly, smiled slightly, silently rejected this intimate gesture, and handsomely picked up the silver fork placed on the table: "Thank you, but there is also a set of tableware, and I use the fork well.
"
Beiming Liancheng's outstretched hand froze in mid-air. After a pause, he put down his silver chopsticks, his amber eyes as deep as water.
Nangong Baiye looked at his cold profile and was slightly puzzled. Are all demons so unpredictable?
"Eat." Beiming Liancheng raised his chin, one hand resting lazily on the back of the chair behind her, and the other holding the fish meat and placing it on the porcelain plate in front of her. His voice was indifferent and inaudible.
Joy and anger.
Nangong Baiye didn't say much this time, and just immersed himself in eating the fish. As soon as he finished eating the fish on the plate, the chopsticks were stretched out again.
Nangong Baiye's hand holding the silver fork paused for a moment, and then continued to eat. Although she ate casually, she did not gobble it up. Even when she was extremely hungry, she still had a lazy and ruffian air.
But compared to him, she is a bit rough in the market.
If Beiming Liancheng's gesture of holding silver chopsticks can be directly used to shoot a Western food commercial.
It was like she was eating from a roadside stall, stuffing her cheeks carelessly. Her narrow eyes would narrow slightly when she tasted something spicy, as happy as a cat.
They are obviously two completely different temperaments, but they are extremely beautiful.
He didn't seem to have eaten much, most of the fish was on her plate.
And Nangong Baiye noticed that the fish meat he brought her had all been deboned...
Nangong Baiye narrowed his eyes, holding a silver fork in his mouth, and looked up.
He lowered his head and was picking out the fish bones. His thick, dark eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his porcelain white face.
Nangong Baiye stretched out his hand and covered his chest, always feeling empty.
I don’t know where, I don’t know why, it’s so empty…
Could it be that she is sick?
It does feel a bit like stomach acid.
Nangong Baiye took another bite of fish quietly.
The reason why she was sitting here eating so defenselessly.
It's because she knows that this dish is safe and does not contain any toxins.
If a person wants to poison someone, it is impossible to pick her fish bones.
But even so, she can't always stay in the demon world. Since the other party has no intention of letting her go, she can only fend for herself...
After finishing the meal, all the demons in the hall, both men and women, showed more or less shocked expressions, and even the eyes looking at Nangong Baiye had a hint of deep meaning.
The witches held folding fans, gently covered their lips, and whispered through the black gauze on their faces.
But these, it seems, cannot enter Beiming Liancheng's eyes at all.
His hand was still casually resting on the back of the chair where Nangong Baiye was sitting, as if he was a little absent-minded.
Nangong Baiye usually didn't care what others thought of him. After eating the fish, he held his chin and continued to study the route in the hall.
Study for a while.
My eyelids started to feel heavy and I yawned lazily.
"Are you sleepy?" Beiming Liancheng turned around, his voice was deep, the metallic texture had a very hypnotic effect, and his amber eyes were brighter than the lights in the hall.
Nangong Baiye supported his chin with one hand and curled his lips with a smile: "A little bit."
Beiming Liancheng didn't speak any more, beckoned Silla over, and then gave a few instructions in a low voice.
Silla nodded, stretched out her left hand, and said without any ups and downs in her voice: "Miss Bai Ye, please."
Nangong Baiye wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin, then stood up and followed Silla. Before going upstairs, she glanced back at him mysteriously.
Only the falling black feathers can be seen, and the shadow of the devil is no longer on the carved wooden chair...
Nangong Baiye frowned and followed Silla into a room with a complete European classical architectural style, with layers of black and purple gold thread curtains, a velvet sofa with a large curved backrest, a bench with silver painted armrests, and a fireplace.
The blazing flame looks old-fashioned and quiet.
The water-like silvery moonlight poured down and shrouded the roses in front of the window, giving people a dark-toned beauty.
It is enough to show that the owner of this house has very good taste.
"Miss Bai Ye, please feel free to follow His Highness's instructions. If you have anything to do, you can shake the silver bell on the bedside." Silla's voice was very formulaic.
Nangong Baiye said politely: "Thank you."
Silla looked at her and opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't speak and paced out of the house.
Nangong Baiye had been tired for a long time. Since she was in the demon world, she had to be alert to everything.
The devil has the most exquisite acting skills in the world.
She was not sure whether what she saw before her eyes was real?