She is not a fool, she has thought about why Nangong Shaodi’s abnormality is, and she almost thought he was treating her...
However, how could the perverted Nangong Shaodi love someone? In his eyes, women are just physiological tools.
He just wanted to conquer her, including emotionally—
[One day, you will beg me for mercy and flatter me like other women, just to win my favor.]
His purpose was to live in her heart, and when she fell in love with him, she would abandon her fiercely, trample on her dignity, and let her kneel down and beg him?
She won't let him succeed!
"5000 words, hand it to me before dark."
In the evening, it began to get dark.
Xia Qianchen threw down his pen and wrote a very long "praise" - the conditions for choosing a partner in her writing are based on Nangong Shaodi, which amplifies his advantages and describes his shortcomings as advantages.
You can't anger him now, make him happy to relax his vigilance against himself, so that you can implement the escape plan.
Nangong Shaodi glanced coldly, his expression calmly.
"It's getting late, are you hungry, sir? I'll go cook."
Nangong Shaodi casually folded the paper: "If I find out that you dare to find a helper, eat the plate."
After Xia Qianchen left, Nangong Shaodi put the paper into a book and placed it on the bookshelf.
He paused a little, took the book down and put it deep in the drawer.
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Xia Qianchen wore an apron and wandered around the kitchen.
The chicken soup is bubbling with bubbles, and the fragrance drifts out, making people feel excited.
Xia Qianchen was thinking about the escape plan, scooped a little bit of the soup spoon and tasted it. Well, it tasted good.
Turning off the heat and getting ready to get the pot, suddenly a pair of hands appeared on my waist.
Xia Qianchen looked down and looked at her with beautiful and slender hands, with a bright emerald on her thumb.
The purely male aura surrounds her.
Xia Qianchen's mind buzzed: "What do you want to cook? I'm cooking."
Her other hand had lifted her skirt.
Xia Qianchen only felt her buttocks cool and her underwear was pulled down.
She was pressed on the stove, and there was a big pot of chicken soup in front of her. There was no way to struggle in such a situation. He was too despicable! Could it be that he wanted to be here-
A cool touch.
Xia Qianchen was stunned.
Her wound was remedyed and the gauze was replaced. Nangong Shaodi's movements were very gentle from beginning to end. Before she could come back to her senses, she had already pulled her pants on her.
"What to cook?" His sharp chin leaned against her shoulder, and his voice became softer.
“Cold chicken soup.”
"Is that right?" His lips leaned against her earlobe, ambiguous, "Can you drink chicken soup when you have a cold?"
"It's not possible, but my approach is very special," Xia Qianchen said with a stiff body. "Today's dishes are beneficial to your condition. I specifically asked the nutritional mixer, don't worry."
"Do you care about me very much?" Nangong Shaodi seemed to be in a good mood and bit her earlobe, "You made it all by yourself?"
"Of course." Xia Qianchen tried hard to ignore the scorching breath coming from him, "Can there be a helper here?"
"I'll try it."
Before Xia Qianchen could react, his hands were folded on her arm and picked up the spoon on the pot.