Xia Qianchen is really not used to such Nangong Shaodi!
He doesn't usually say so many words, and he never says two words if he can say a word. Most of his silence seems to be just looking for something today.
The two of them had inconsistent hand movements, the spoon kept shaking, and the chicken soup kept overflowing.
"Let your hands go, I'll do it." Xia Qianchen was slightly worried, and he scooped the chicken soup on his own, then turned halfway and fed him to drink.
Nangong Shaodi leaned over and took a sip of comfort.
This posture is too beautiful and ambiguous.
Xia Qianchen's body was even stiffer: "If it tastes OK, then I'll serve it now. If you wait for another ten minutes, there is still a dish to start the meal."
The implication is "You can leave the kitchen."
But Nangong Shaodi half hugged her and had no intention of leaving.
Xia Qianchen closed his eyebrows slightly. Did he really have a fever that burned his mind, or was he having other bad ideas in his heart?
"Sir, how can I get the bowl if you hold me like this?"
Nangong Shaodi seemed to have come back from some thoughts and let go.
"Ten minutes."
Nangong Shaodi walked out of the kitchen, and the two bodyguards standing at the door immediately saluted. He instantly returned to his indifferent, arrogant and arrogant look.
A hint of sarcasm was bent at the corner of his lips. What just kept coming out of his heart was the so-called feeling of home?
Rhodes set up a shed in the back garden and carried the dining table and chairs over. Today's dinner will be held in the garden.
The night is very beautiful, the stars are charming, and you can see the entire sea view in the yard.
Xia Qianchen, Rod and the bodyguards all stood in a row beside him and waited for him to have a meal.
Nangong Shaodi ate casually. The huge dining table and the dishes were delicious. He ate it slowly by himself. The candlelight reflected his side, and it seemed particularly lonely.
He suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Xia Qianchen.
Rhodes deserved to be his dog-legged, and immediately understood the master's thoughts: "Sit down and have a meal with the emperor."
Xia Qianchen was a little surprised. This was the first time he had received such treatment: "How can the servants be qualified to have a meal with the owner?"
"You can do whatever Master Emperor asks you to do."
Xia Qianchen was already hungry and was no longer polite. Unfortunately, because of a injury to her buttocks, she could only eat while standing.
Nangong Shaodi stretched out his hand to her.
Xia Qianchen walked over, he was slightly apart, and she sat across his legs, and the wound on her buttocks happened to be between his legs, avoiding touch.
On the clearing ground, a five-person orchestra began to perform, and the combination of grand piano and violin was beautiful...
The wind blows gently, bringing a fragrant fragrance of flowers.
Such a romantic night scene made Xia Qianchen feel very nervous and his appetite immediately disappeared.
Nangong Shaodi brought a glass of red wine and forced her to drink it.
She turned her face away, and he pinched her chin: "Do you think you can avoid it?"
“I can’t drink.”
Nangong Shaodi wanted to feed it, and red wine overflowed from the corner of her mouth and flowed down from her neck, which was very uncomfortable.
She wanted to get a tissue, but he kissed the corner of her lips, licked/licked it down the red wine... and made her feel numb, then lit it again, picked up the fork and put it in her hand.
This is not about eating, it is simply a burden!
Xia Qianchen resisted vigorously, and suddenly looked at him and thought of a good plan to escape...