542. Chapter 542 A Moment of the Spring Festival is Worth a Thousand Gold! 9
On the table, various delicacies are already slightly cold.
However, the wine remained hot on the stove.
He filled the two glasses with wine with his own hands, and Feng Manxiu put a glass into Murong Wu's hands.
"Today is your birthday, I respect you!"
Clinking the glass with him gently, Murong Wushuang was about to bring the glass to his lips, but Feng Manxiu raised his hand towards her and hugged hers with his arms.
"Today, let's have another drink!"
He raised his lips, brought the cup to his lips, and Murong Wushuang nodded lightly.
The two of you helped me pick up the slightly cold food, and I helped you pick it up, and you ate it with gusto.
After eating, they walked side by side to the courtyard. Looking at the pomegranate tree with abundant fruits, Murong Wushuang raised the corners of his lips lightly.
"I heard that the princess sent by Caiyun Kingdom two days ago was sent back without even looking at it. Isn't it too much?"
Feng Manxiu raised his hand to embrace her, and put the cloak on her shoulders.
"My Fengmanxiu harem only needs Murong Wushuang!"
Murong Wushuang turned his face sideways, and what met her was a pair of affectionate and focused eyes.
In the past three years, they have been getting along day and night, and the two of them have become more and more mature little by little under each other's gaze.
Our love for each other has not diminished a bit because of this, but on the contrary, we are becoming more and more inseparable from each other.
In the past three years, ministers have asked Feng Manxiu to choose a concubine several times, and the Ice and Snow Country and Caiyun Country also sent princesses to marry.
Feng Manxiu has never agreed once.
Just as he promised, he was patiently waiting for Murong Wushuang to grow up.
In this huge harem, the only woman who could sleep on his bed was Murong Wushuang.
In this world, the only woman who can reach his heart is Murong Wushuang.
Without saying another word, she turned around and raised her face to him, stood up on her toes and put his lips to hers.
Under the moonlight, those lips shimmered, far more attractive than the sweetest pomegranate on the tree.
Wrapping her waist, Feng Manxiu kissed her without hesitation.
The gentle entanglement soon turned into intense desire.
He bent down slightly, hugged her up, and strode into the hall door with full sleeves.
His little pomegranate is ripe, and he will naturally eat her when it is at its sweetest.