He sneered, "Does it taste good? In that case, An Xia, you eat the noodles on the floor."
Eat clean?
He spilled all the crazy things on the ground. The noodles and soup were all over the floor, and she was allowed to eat them all like this? Did he think she was a dog?
After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked towards her step by step.
She backed away warily, "What do you want to do? I'm so kind..."
"Good intention? An Xia, are you really kind enough to cook it for me? Or are you cooking it for me on purpose? What exactly did Sister Ju say to you? Are you so eager to use it to retaliate against me? You are becoming more and more courageous, aren't you?
?" His tone was bone-chilling, and his eyes were dark and cold, as terrifying as if he wanted to swallow her into his stomach.
An Xia avoided his cold gaze with a guilty conscience and lowered her head, "I don't want to retaliate against you..." She just wants you to agree to her conditions.
"Yan Shaodi, please don't come over. What do you want?"
He came step by step, as if he was going to kill her, and An Xia was worried that he would beat her.
Unexpectedly, the irritating consequences of the noodles were something he could not bear.
He just took one look at it and became furious. What happened back then that made him hate noodles so much, and the people who made noodles suffered as well? If he had known better, he wouldn't have challenged his bottom line.
She deeply regretted it.
It's just that her personality has always been to accept soft things rather than hard things. The more Yan Shaodi pushed her, the more stubborn she became.
An Xia bit her lip and said dissatisfiedly, "I don't want to retaliate against you..."
"It's not revenge, why are you making noodles? Sister Ju will never make noodles for me. She knows the consequences. The kitchen is hers. She will definitely stop you, unless she can't!" He hugged his chest coldly.
, stood half a meter in front of her and stopped.
"Tell me, An Xia, how do you want to die?"
She was so angry that she shouted, "Yan Shaodi, you madman, why do you want to kill me? Yes, I did it on purpose, but I didn't put poison in the noodles. It's okay if you don't appreciate it. Why are you angry, madman, you
What do you want to do?”
He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Thank you, well, eat up all the noodles in the ground, otherwise An Xia, I will definitely make your life worse than death!"
"You...I won't eat it!"
"You're not going to eat, are you?" His smile became even colder.
"Don't eat!" she said stubbornly.
As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't see any of his movements, and her little feet suddenly felt pain, and she fell to her knees heavily on the smooth and cold marble floor. The pain made her cry out, and cold sweat suddenly penetrated her back.
"Emperor Yan Shao!"
She saw him standing in front of her, condescending, exuding a strong and ruthless kingly aura, looking at her as if she were a pitiful worm.
"Eat it all!" He ordered coldly, his eyes filled with cruelty and cold hardness.
Her knee was bruised and the bones seemed to be cracked. This bastard's attack was really hard and he kicked her over. Not only did her knee hurt, but her feet and stomach also hurt terribly.
"Don't eat!" She pursed her lips stubbornly and met his crazy eyes. She was confused in her heart. His emotions seemed terrible. Even if Yan Shaodi was usually angered by her, he would only become colder and colder, but now he
The anger in his eyes became more and more intense, even developing into a crazy state.
His heart beat faster, what Sister Ju said was true, noodles were really his shadow, and this shadow was so crazy that even he couldn't control it.
What does he want? He doesn't really want to kill himself, does he?
His hand grabbed her hair fiercely and pulled hard, forcing her to lower her head.