The whole world wants to attack me

Chapter 69 The little white flower is about to turn black (30)

Her body suddenly flew into the air, and Xiaoqi hugged Fusang's neck almost subconsciously.

The faint fragrance of her body spread into the nose, and Xiaoqi's cheeks turned red involuntarily.

Is this what mommy smells like?
smell good……

The thin arms tightened their strength, hugging Fusang's neck even tighter.

Although Xiaoqi looks very thin and short, as if he is only seven or eight years old, he is actually 12 years old.

When Fusang directly took off the clothes on his upper body, and then wanted to pull his pants, Xiaoqi didn't care to cover the upper body where the thin ribs were protruding, and tightly clutched the waist of the trousers with a flushed face, not letting Fusang take off him. pants.

"I... just do it myself!"

"What? Are you afraid that I will see your little Chichi?"

'boom'

The temperature of Xiaoqi's face rose sharply, and even the skin on her body began to turn red.

Biting her lower lip in shame, the soft lips were left with deep tooth marks, Fusang was afraid that he would bite herself to blood.

This little thing is too easy to tease.

"Okay, I won't tease you anymore, I'll turn my back, you can take it off yourself."

There was an uncontrollable smile on his face, Fusang didn't make too much noise after all.

Not long after she turned her back, she heard the sound of Xiaoqi jumping into the bathtub.

With bubbles on her head, Xiaoqi just wiped off the water from her eyes. When she opened her eyes, she saw Fusang rolled up her sleeves, looking eager to give herself a bath.

He grabbed Xiao Jiji, his face flushed red.

"No, don't worry, I can wash it myself!"

"Oh, don't be shy, let mom help you!"

Fusang is getting more and more comfortable with her 'mother' status.

The more shy Xiaoqi was, the more she wanted to tease him.

Two evil claws clawed at the air, like a devil grinning and getting ready to feast on the boy.

Xiaoqi opened a pair of big wet eyes, looking at Fusang who was getting closer and closer to him in a panic.

"Oh!"

The collar of the neck suddenly tightened, Fusang was pulled from behind and staggered, his feet slipped, and he almost split his arms.

"Who! What are you pulling me for!"

She was a little angry.

Turning around with a frown, he happened to meet Zuo Lihan's pupils that were shining with cold air, and the already cold facial lines looked even colder.

He seemed angry.

The powerful aura made Fusang feel as if a bucket of ice water had been poured head-on, and all the arrogance disappeared immediately.

"Brother Han..."

She raised a flattering smile.

The seamless face-changing speed left Zuo Lihan speechless for a while.

Sighing secretly, he let go of Fusang's collar and took her slender wrist: "Come out with me."

Fusang didn't struggle and followed him obediently.

The two of them left the bathroom with their front feet, and the younger brother who was guarding the door walked in behind him.

He rolled up his sleeves and tried to adjust his facial expression so that he didn't look so fierce.

So as not to frighten children.

"Kid, can you let Uncle Jian help you take a bath?"

The medicine Fusang had just taken contained sleeping ingredients, and he couldn't help yawning while walking.

"have you eaten?"

Fusang shook his head: "I have no appetite, I can't eat."

With sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly, Zuo Lihan took Fusang to the kitchen without saying a word, and he rummaged through it.

Although there are a lot of food in the kitchen, there is nothing suitable for a patient like Fusang.

"Go and sit for a while, I'll cook some porridge for you, eat before going to sleep."

Fusang looked surprised: "You can cook?"

Zuo Lihan squinted at her.

Did the breakfast you had a few days ago fall from the sky?
He ignored her and started preparing the ingredients on his own.

Fusang couldn't help being amazed as he watched him wash and wash the rice grains so well.

Zuo Lihan is pretty good-looking, but there is always a fierceness between his stern brows, and his face is always expressionless at ordinary times, just one glance is scary.

In him, he can always think of murder, arson, and evil forces.

But when he held a spatula and turned into a good man at home, he didn't violate harmony at all.

There is already a faint fragrance coming out.

Fusang was not hungry at first, but seduced by the scent, she suddenly began to salivate, and she rubbed her stomach.

Seems to be a little hungry.

"I'm hungry, when will it be ready?"

Standing on tiptoe, Fusang stood behind Zuo Lihan, trying to stretch his neck to see the fragrant porridge in the pot.

Zuo Lihan tilted his head slightly, his eyelids were half-drooped, and he had a panoramic view of Fusang's salivating figure.

The thin lips curled up quietly.

He continued to stir the spatula.

Fusang behind him was still talking non-stop.

"It smells so good, I'm so hungry, when can I eat..."

The curvature of the corners of the lips is getting deeper and deeper.

The curling smoke blurred his stern brows, making him look a bit softer.

Really, it hasn't changed at all...

　Thank you for the reward, what (づ￣ 3￣)づ

　　
　
(End of this chapter)