Porridge?

Lu Zihan's eyes fell on the scoop in her hand, "Are you cooking porridge?"

"Yes, we are all wet. Drink some porridge to warm our stomachs," Mo Xinnian smiled with her eyebrows bent, "I can't do anything, I can cook porridge. Is it my second aunt who taught me to drink porridge and add sugar?"

Second Aunt... Tong Ran?

He often hears the name of this woman. She is a woman envied by all women. It is said that she has married Luo Xiao and Mo Beiyan, but in the end she has followed Mo Nanjue and has never been separated until now.

It's also happiness.

It is not surprising that there are always many happy people in this world, which can better highlight the misfortune and misery of the rest.

A cold and dark smile appeared on the corner of Lu Zihan's mouth.

In a daze, Mo Xinnian had already walked in front of him. The girl's seductive body fragrance seemed particularly obvious in the quiet space. Lu Zihan raised his eyes and saw the big bright eyes of water on her fair face. He was blinking at him, innocent and innocent, "What's wrong with you?"

As she said that, she reached out to touch his forehead. Lu Zihan frowned, and his tall body quickly took a step back. His eyes were filled with habitual alert that had accumulated over the years, "What are you doing?"

"See if you have a fever," she withdrew her hand and curled her lips to look at him. "Why are you looking at monsters? I'm not going to treat you like you... Am I ugly?"

Lu Zihan raised his eyebrows lightly and looked at her with black eyes earnestly, as if he wanted to penetrate her unprepared eyes, smiling, "Do you think you are ugly?"

Mo Xinnian snorted, proudly and with the girl's cuteness, "How is that possible? Of course I am young and beautiful. Our family is all beauties."

"It's a beauty," he chewed the words in her words, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger, which was a sense of evil spirit. "Are you not afraid of what I would do to you?"

"Ah?" Mo Xinnian glanced at his eyes and sighed and shrugged, "Come on, you're not enough to scare me. Look at you, you'll be so nervous that you can help you wipe your face and touch your forehead. If I'm more enthusiastic, you'll probably faint..."

Before she finished speaking, Mo Xinnian felt her waist suddenly tighten, and a strong masculine aura came to her face. The extremely strong hormones instantly drown her breath and senses. When she reacted, she was already pressed on the wall.

The spoon that fell from his hand due to trembling was easily caught by the man.

Lu Zihan wore a dark gray shirt, his strong chest muscles wrapped in thin fabric. His upper body covered her, lowered his head and put his handsome face to her ear, and smiled mutely, "I fainted," he suddenly reached out and pressed her chest, "Or did you faint?"

"You...where are you putting your hands!"

Mo Xinnian suddenly turned red and wanted to avoid it. The angle was somehow distorted. The man turned his hand that was about to hold her chest and his heartbeat was pressing directly on her undulating chest.

The size of the two was unexpectedly just right, and it was exactly in line with his palm.

The soft touch of the palm was like a surging current, which suddenly rushed to the limbs and bones. Lu Zihan tightened his lower abdomen, and his whole body became tense. He rubbed/hard his palms unconsciously twice.

"You...what are you doing!"
Chapter completed!