If star power does not exist, star magic cannot be used, and refining medicine is definitely impossible. So what is the meaning of the Nine Star Cauldron?
Zi Tong looked at the small cauldron spinning on her palm and was a little puzzled.
The knock on the door sounded with some caution.
Zi Tong put away the Nine Star Cauldron with her fingers together and opened the door. There was a maid standing outside the door.
"Miss Zi, sir, please go down and have breakfast."
"Okay." Zi Tong quickly took the toothbrush and washed her hands briefly, then hurried downstairs.
Breakfast had been prepared in the restaurant. Beichen was sitting on a high-backed dining chair, explaining things to the housekeeper. Beichen was slightly surprised when he saw that she was still wearing his shirt.
"You don't like those clothes?"
"No, it's just..." Zi Tong followed his gaze and looked at his shirt on her body, "I just want to wear one of your clothes."
All this happened so suddenly that she suddenly wondered whether she was real or in her sleep. She had to see him and feel his presence at any time to feel that all of this was real.
, rather than her dreams or fantasies.
She was really afraid that when she opened her eyes again or turned around, he would disappear in front of her eyes.
He has lived for more than a hundred years and has seen all kinds of women.
Most of them like jewelry, fancy clothes, and decorate themselves with those shiny shiny things...
But this little pet of his is completely different. She is wearing one of his big shirts, and the joy in her eyes is like she is wearing the most precious treasure in the world.
"You are special."
"Of course!" Zi Tong was not modest at all, "Only in this way can I be worthy of you."
"Indeed."
His tone was calm, but he had nobility and pride in his heart.
She was not surprised at all, her Beichen was already such a person and had such qualifications.
"come over."
Beichen raised his palm on the table.
She raised the corners of her lips with satisfaction, walked over with her hands behind her back, and sat in his arms generously, opening her small mouth, just waiting to eat.
Beichen picked up the napkin and spread it on her chest. He took a silver spoon and took a mouthful of cream soup. He brought it to her mouth. She immediately drank it without ceremony. His feeding movements were not familiar enough, and the soup flowed from the corner of her mouth.
Sliding it down, she rolled her little tongue and licked back the soup.
Sunlight filtered in from the window and hit the two of them. Her lips were stained with the soup, and they were pink and shiny. Looking at her lips, Beichen's breathing became heavier unconsciously, and dry lips began to appear naturally.
Dryness.
He wanted to kiss her.
So he put down the spoon and moved his face towards her.
Zi Tong was originally looking in the direction of the dining table and felt his breath. She looked back and saw his face that was very close at hand. She didn't hide or dodge. She just looked into his eyes quietly. His eyes were as deep as a well.
She couldn't help but indulge in it. Feeling his lips touch hers, she suddenly remembered something and hurriedly held his face.
"Wait a moment."
I almost forgot, he doesn't know how to kiss this yet.
The kiss on the lips was interrupted, Beichen was slightly unhappy.
"Remember, be gentle and let me breathe, otherwise I will be kissed to death by you."
"You won't die, I won't let you die."
He whispered, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
gentle?
Thinking about what she said, he moved very gently.
This time, he was not as anxious as last night and tasted her lips and tongue carefully.