"Yes, that woman in the kitchen just now refused to show her face, and her face was full of mystery. They must be the same person."
"Haha, it seems that the woman who is a major general is definitely not wrong."
...
In this way, the entire military region quickly spread the story of Dugu Xiang having a woman. Ye Kui never thought that her intentional intention to conceal her identity was talked about by the soldiers and even fabricated.
Various versions were released, spreading in the military region.
And the culprit of the whole thing has no sense at all.
After all the soldiers retreated.
Ye Kui took off the plate that was blocking her face, revealing her small face as big as a palm. Her originally fair and delicate skin had already been blackened by black smoke, only the pair of autumn water was exposed.
Black eyes like that.
Dugu Xiang's eyes fell on her face, and at the bottom of the pond, a trace of ripples overflowed from the quiet eyes.
He glanced at the messy stove and the scorched chili beef in the pot.
Her sexy thin lips were pursed.
The throat rolled.
Walking forward, he stretched out his hand and his slender fingertips fell on her face.
He spoke and said, "I'm so angry?"
A large piece of stain was stained with his fingertips, and the man did not have any thoughts or disgust. The deep facial features on his face could not reveal a trace of expression.
Ye Kui shook her head.
Her chin banged her chili beef that was completely fried in the pot, raised her mouth and said lightly: "I want to prepare a hearty lunch for you. Now it seems that it's a bit heavy."
Dugu Xiang stretched out his hand and took her hand and walked into the bathroom.
Twist the faucet toward the warm side.
Pull out a clean towel from the rack.
He wet the towel, wrung it out, wiped her dirty little face, and said, "Want to destroy the kitchen? Next time, what do you want to eat, please send it to someone."
This time, it just made the kitchen smoky.
It is difficult to guarantee that there will be no fire next time.
Although I know that Dugu Xiang doesn't want her to be injured because of these things.
but.
But she was still slightly injured.
Could it be that she is only destined to leave the hall and cannot enter the kitchen?
Ye Kui's black big eyes rolled down.
After Dugu Xiang's cleaning, the little face has recovered from its whiteness and tenderness. The soft and fragrant skin is filled with a bright light, like snow polish.
She pursed her lips and raised her small chin. She looked at Dugu Xiang and asked, "But, Dugu Xiang, I want to make you a sumptuous lunch."
Throw the completely black towel in his hand into the trash can.
Dugu Xiang stretched out his hand and pinched her small and shiny chin.
Bend down.
The thin lips, which exuded a hint of cold air, tightly covered her red lips.
The low voice was almost like the whisper of the lover, and fell on the intertwined lips of the two, raising a breath of ambiguousness.
"Dugu Xiang, although I made the lunch look bad, maybe it was just burnt on the outside and tender on the inside?" Ye Kui took advantage of the breathing moment, and she blinked her black eyes like dripping water and asked: "
Do you want to taste it?"
Dugu Xiang's ice eyes, which were dyed with a hint of dark red, narrowed slightly, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction with Ye Kui inattentively.
He stretched out his hand and picked Ye Kui up in the waist.
He walked to the bed, placed her on the bed, and then covered her.