Dongfang Xing replied immediately without thinking: "Stewing soup is important."
After saying that, he immediately turned around and continued to watch the stew, completely ignoring her rhythm.
Was there any mistake? He actually said that stew was more important than her. Xiahou Huan'er's heart suddenly filled with guilt. Her sense of existence was greatly reduced. It was not like this.
She wants to restore her sense of existence.
Xiahou Huan'er immediately stretched out her hand, hugged him from behind, put her soft body against his back, and said aggrievedly: "In your mind, I am really not as good as that pot of stew."
Soup?" The little hands holding his waist began to behave erratically, scratching and touching, and gradually reached the indescribable place under his body.
A torturing little goblin.
Dongfang Xing couldn't help but take a deep breath, quickly pressed her hand down, and couldn't help but growl lowly: "Xiahou Huan'er."
"I'm here." Xiahou Huan'er immediately responded sweetly. His left hand was held down, and his right hand immediately went up and touched the indescribable part of his body.
"Are you tired?" Mr. Xing's face gradually became full of desire, and the veins on his forehead were twitching constantly.
"Yeah, I'm so bored right now." It didn't matter that he held her hands down. She still had a small mouth. She stood on tiptoes and kissed the back of his neck, blowing gently, almost
Immediately, I felt his body tense up, and I couldn't help but smile to myself, Master Xing, Master Xing, even if your concentration is amazing, you still have to surrender after being provoked by her a few times.
Xia Hou Huan'er was secretly trembling when Master Xing suddenly turned around, stretched out his palm, grabbed her waist fiercely, held her and walked out the door.
"Uncle, do you want to take me back to the room?" Xia Houhuan'er blinked her eyes and looked at him with a proud face.
Mr. Xing did not answer her question, he held her to the door and suddenly threw her out. Then with a bang, the kitchen door closed gorgeously in front of her.
Xiahou Huan'er turned over in mid-air, then landed firmly on the ground, looking at the door in astonishment.
"Damn it, did you make a mistake? You actually threw me out." Xiahou Huan'er was confused, and for the first time she deeply doubted whether her charm had been reduced.
Otherwise, if a cooked duck is delivered to your door and he doesn’t eat it but throws it away, is he still a man?
Of course Mr. Xing is a man, and he is also a man with great self-control.
He returned to the kitchen, washed his face with cold water, exerted his strong concentration, suppressed the desire that was aroused by her, and continued to stew the soup.
No one, not even her, could disturb him until the stew was ready.
One by one
The robots retreated without a fight and were defeated. On the surface, it seemed that the imperial army had won the battle and returned in triumph.
The people in the imperial capital were overjoyed and worshiped the king Aopo even more.
But Aopo was not happy at all. He knew better than anyone else that although they seemed to have won the battle, they were not victorious.
If possible, he really hopes to defeat Luo Yusi in an upright manner, so as to bring back a breath for the proud family and the imperial capital.
At the celebration banquet, seeing everyone's cheerful and excited expressions, he seemed even more lonely, showed his face, and left quickly.
The graceful beauty in front of the flowers and under the moonlight did not make him happy at all.
With a tight handsome face, he stared at the horizon wordlessly, standing under the hanging flower tree.
Until an elegant female voice came: "The imperial capital has won a great victory. Instead of enjoying the joy of the people, the marshal is here depressed and worried?"
