Xia Qianchen is really not used to this kind of Young Emperor Nangong!
He usually doesn't talk so much, and can never say two words to a word. He is mostly silent, but today he seemed to be specifically looking for something to say.
Their hand movements were inconsistent, the spoons kept shaking, and the chicken soup kept overflowing.
"Let go of your hand and I'll do it." Xia Qianchen's mind was heavy, and she scooped up the chicken soup consciously, caught it on a plate, and turned half sideways to feed him.
Young Emperor Nangong's eyes were clear, he leaned over and took a pleasant sip.
This posture is too charming and ambiguous.
Xia Qianchen's body became even stiffer: "If it tastes OK, I'll serve it now. You wait for another ten minutes and there will be another dish to start the meal."
The implication is "You can leave the kitchen."
But Nangong Young Emperor was half-hugging her and had no intention of leaving at all.
Xia Qianchen raised his eyebrows slightly. Did he really have a fever that burned out his brain, or was he thinking of other bad ideas?
"Sir, if you hold me like this, how can I get the bowl?"
Young Emperor Nangong seemed to have recovered from some thoughts and let go of his hand.
"ten minutes."
Young Emperor Nangong walked out of the kitchen, and the two bodyguards standing at the door immediately saluted him. He instantly returned to his indifferent, arrogant and arrogant look.
A hint of sarcasm curled up at the corner of his lips. What was constantly pouring out of his heart just now was the so-called feeling of home?
Rhodes built a shed in the back garden and moved the dining table and chairs over. Today's dinner will be held in the garden.
The night is beautiful, the stars are charming, and you can see the entire sea view from the yard.
Xia Qianchen, Rhodes and the bodyguards all stood in a row next to him, waiting for him to eat.
Young Emperor Nangong ate carelessly. The huge dining table and the delicious dishes were all he ate slowly by himself. The candlelight reflected his profile, making him look particularly lonely.
He suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Xia Qianchen.
Rhodes was worthy of being his dog's leg, and he immediately understood his master's thoughts: "Sit down and eat less with the Emperor."
Xia Qianchen was slightly surprised. This was the first time he was treated like this: "How can a servant be qualified to have a meal with the master?"
"Whatever the Emperor tells you to do, just do it obediently."
Xia Qianchen was already hungry, so she stopped being polite. Unfortunately, because of her hip injury, she could only eat standing up.
Young Emperor Nangong stretched out his hand towards her.
Xia Qianchen walked over and he followed her slightly. She sat across his lap, with the injury on her buttocks right between his legs, avoiding contact.
In the open space, a five-piece orchestra began to play, and the combination of grand piano and violin was beautiful...
The wind blows gently, bringing the fragrant fragrance of flowers.
Such a romantic night scene made Xia Qianchen feel very uneasy, and her appetite disappeared immediately.
Young Emperor Nangong brought a glass of red wine and forced her to drink it.
She turned her face away, and he held her chin: "Do you think you can avoid it?"
"I can not drink."
Nangong Young Emperor forced her to feed her, and the red wine overflowed from the corners of her mouth and flowed down her neck, making her very uncomfortable.
She wanted to get a tissue, but he kissed the corner of her lips and licked all the way down the red wine... It made her numb for a while, then he stopped, picked up the fork and put it in her hand.
This isn't eating, it's just suffering!
Xia Qianchen tried her best to resist, but suddenly her eyes moved and she thought of a good plan to escape...