The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 16 Lady, I Was Wrong (16)

The duck porridge on the table is warm, neither hot nor cold, just right for eating.

Fusang held back the anger in his heart, and took a spoonful of it with a spoon, and sent it directly to Lou Yi's mouth.

Lou Yi, who hasn't done enough, of course won't open his mouth obediently, with his head slightly turned to one side, opening his mouth to speak harshly.

"Do you want to scald me to death? You won't feed me after blowing it cold!"

"Den"

The string called reason in Fusang's brain broke.

She retracted the spoon that was brought to Lou Yi's mouth, and swallowed it with her own mouth.

Passing the building over Lou Yi's neck, under the bewildered gaze of the other party, the red lips directly touched his lips.

Amidst the gasping of the servants, Fusang's eyes widened in vain when he saw that he was close at hand.

What is she doing? ? ? ?

broad daylight!

A bright world!

All eyes!

Public!

It's... so... so... so...

The moment the soft lips touched her, Lou Yi's first reaction was to push her away.

Fusang, however, quickly grasped his wrist.

Not giving him a chance to resist, she pressed her thumb against the soft part of his jaw, forcing him to open his mouth.

The duck porridge in my mouth went smoothly.

Lou Yi: "???!!!"

He felt his Adam's apple rolling with his fingertips, making sure he had swallowed the porridge.

With his lips parted, Fusang sat up straight and scooped up another spoonful with the bowl in his hand.

Facing the sluggish Lou Yi, she raised a smile on her face: "Sir, do you want to have another bite?"

Not sure if it was an illusion, but Lou Yi heard a hint of eagerness in her words.

The lips seemed to still retain that wonderful soft touch.

The ambiguous voice of lips touching penetrated into my mind.

Lou Yi recalled the shameful scene last night.

A scorching feeling climbed from the back to the earlobe, and Lou Yi's clean and handsome cheeks were flushed.

He pursed his lips without saying a word, snatched the porridge bowl from Fusang's hand, and ate it by himself.

The annoying little goblin finally calmed down.

The meal was finished successfully.

In the afternoon, Fusang stayed in front of the desk in the study all the time.

I thought Lou Yi would come up with some tricks to make him a monster, but to Fusang's surprise, he turned out to be surprisingly well-behaved and obedient.

Just sat and read the book all afternoon.

But the temperature on the earlobe remained high all the time, it was glowing red, and it looked extraordinarily gorgeous and delicious.

Lou Yi's appearance is indeed good.

Fair skin, handsome features.

He is tall and slender.

He sat there, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on him through the window sill, and the youthful cleanliness unique to young people hit him head-on.

As long as you don't open your mouth to speak, you can definitely control your temperament.

It is well deserved to be called the elegant and noble son in the dreams of countless girls.

Perhaps Fusang's eyes were too direct and eager, Lou Yi finally glared uncomfortably: "Why are you staring at me?"

Fusang blurted out quite freely: "My husband-in-law is good-looking."

Although it's not the first time he heard others praise his appearance, but this time, Lou Yi unexpectedly had a sweet taste in his heart.

Although he was secretly happy in his heart, he pretended to be disgusted on his face: "Hmph, a little woman who has never seen the world."

The red blood dripping ear exposed his heart.

The more he disliked his integrity, the more Fusang wanted to tease him.

She got up and walked to Lou Yi's side, twisted her slender waist, and her soft body fell lightly into him.

"Xiang Gong~"

The delicate voice turns a thousand times, and the delicate fragrance of the girl's body is close at hand.

Lou Yi stood up abruptly like an electric shock, with great force he knocked over the grand master's chair under his buttocks.

He almost instinctively wanted to rely on the movement of standing up to throw Fusang off.

But she was like an octopus, with her arms clinging tightly to his neck, and her legs crossed and locked his waist and hips.

It sticks to him like a human pendant.

(End of this chapter)