When she woke up again, her stomach was growling with hunger.
Then I heard Mo Heng's low laughter.
Gu Ruojiao glared at him in shame and annoyance.
Mo Heng tensed up instantly.
Dumb voice: "Don't look at it, I'm not full from the meal in the morning."
Gu Ruojiao was so frightened that she quickly grabbed the quilt and covered her head.
Fortunately, men still have some conscience.
"If I don't do anything, aren't I hungry?"
He took her out of the quilt.
The little girl turned her head away proudly, not wanting to pay attention to him.
"Don't be angry."
He kissed her on the forehead, helped her put on her dress as before, carried her to wash up, and then carried her to the cubicle.
Hot meals are already placed on the table in the cubicle.
"I thought it was time for you to wake up, so I had someone prepare a meal."
The little girl hummed and caught a glimpse of two sets of bowls and chopsticks from the corner of her eye.
She originally made up her mind to ignore him, but she couldn't help herself and tapped her finger in the air.
——You haven’t eaten yet?
"Waiting for you." He did not put Gu Ruojiao down, but put her on his lap, "I want to join you. We haven't eaten at the same table for a long time."
As soon as these words came out, the little girl couldn't be more angry.
Really, it’s so foul!
Gu Ruojiao relented again.
She sat obediently on his lap, being held and fed by him.
——You should eat too.
She pushed the porcelain bowl.
"I'll eat later."
——No, otherwise I will eat it myself.
The little girl looked angry, puffed out her cheeks, and looked at him with her beautiful eyes.
Mo Heng thought of the absurdity of the scene last night for no reason.
If the little girl hadn't really been tortured...
He said "huh" in a hoarse voice.
After that, he took a bite and fed her another bite.
After eating, Gu Ruojiao's sitting posture was adjusted to sit with her back to him.
I couldn't help but rub and squeeze it.
The man's hot breath brushed against the back of her head, making her heart palpitate.
but--
——No, really.
She pushed with her hands behind her back.
"I know."
Mo Heng's voice was extremely hoarse.
He had gone too far, and she should be given a break.
only--
"I never have much self-control when it comes to Jiaojiao."
Otherwise it wouldn't have been so ridiculous before.
During his two lifetimes of marching and fighting, even if there were military prostitutes in the army, he would never touch them.
But after meeting this little girl, he realized that it was not his intention, but those people were not her.
She was like a drug to him. Once he got on it, he couldn't quit. He wished he could lock her next to him and press her down all the time.
How could he endure it when they met again?
He just wants to keep her close to him, control her under his nose, and make her unable to leave him all the time!
Even if she is forced against her will, he will never let her leave again!
Mo Heng's eyes were very dark, but he concealed them well.
Moreover, the little girl had her back to him and could not see his expression.
So she didn't know that the man had prepared a pair of shackles for her to lock her up and imprison her.
Mo Heng said he wouldn't touch her, but he actually let her finish the meal quietly.
This is the first time since she came to the plane that she has eaten so satisfactorily.
She hugged her bulging belly and nestled against Mo Heng.
But after a while, she thought of poor Shaoyao who was still in the cold palace, and sat up straight with excitement.
As a result, I got up too fast and my waist couldn't bear it, so I groaned and fell back again.
But she still struggled to grab his hand and quickly wrote the word "Servant" on his palm. Before she could write the word "Female", Mo Heng already comforted her softly.
