Sexy! Secretly sweet! Black Moonlight dressed as a yandere!

Silian's lips twitched slightly, "...is this?"

Fu Shidu admired the expression on his young lady's face. She was speechless and a little shocked. It was really beautiful.

So, the man raised his eyebrows slightly, raised his lips and replied nonchalantly: "When the housekeeper saw you coming home, he asked the chicken soup to be simmered in the small kitchen for almost three hours in the afternoon."

Silian, "..."

With a shake of his hand, he almost dropped the soup.

Wouldn't that be...

Was this chicken soup made by the housekeeper when he was carried upstairs by Fu Shidu?

This chicken soup had been simmering for as long as he and Fu Shidu had been arguing in the room.

Not only did everyone in the manor know that he and Fu Shidu were having sex during the day, they even couldn't wait until night and thoughtfully prepared a body-building chicken soup. All the auxiliary ingredients in it were... to aphrodisiac. This was similar to the ancient times. After the emperor lets his beloved concubine have sex, what difference does it make if he takes a bowl of contraceptive pills to help him get pregnant? !

Everyone knows it!

Silian was ashamed and angry.

He is really... too shameless to see anyone!

The chicken soup was fragrant and tempting to smell, but Silian blushed, pursed her lips, and said she didn't want to drink it anymore, and even pushed the white, thin porcelain cup away.

Fu Shidu picked it up again, stirred it slowly with a spoon for a few times, then took a spoonful and leaned forward to bring it to the lips of the awkward and beautiful young man——

"The housekeeper is also kind-hearted. If you really don't drink the chicken soup that has been simmering for so long, wouldn't you be living up to his wishes?"

"Or...do you want your husband to feed you, Lianlian?"

The spoon was slightly lowered and pressed against Silian's lips. Silian turned his face away slightly and said he would drink it if he didn't want to. "I don't need to drink this to replenish my body..."

However, I thought that this was indeed Mr. Butler's intention, and Mr. Butler had always taken good care of him as if he were his nephew. It seemed that he was left there intact without touching a word. It was indeed not a good idea to live up to his kindness. .

Silian thought for a while, then pushed the small cup of chicken soup closer to the man, puffed out her delicate pink cheeks, and said with a sense of pampering and pride, "Fu Shidu, drink this for me." Just drop it.”

Fu Shidu lowered his eyebrows and smiled slightly. In the thin candlelight, his whole person had an inverted luster and bewitchment, "Baby, are you sure... you want me to drink them all?"

Silian's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

But he didn't know if it was because he was so hungry that his little brain was not very clear, and he didn't even think of the deeper meaning for a while.

The beautiful young man in a pure white nightgown nodded, pursed his flower-like lips and said, "Yeah. I think... you need this more."

Among them, Fu Shidu is the one who should make up for himself.

Does he need this more?

Ah.

Fu Shidu's dark eyes were half lowered, the tip of his tongue touched his cheek, and he chuckled with unknown meaning, "Okay."

As if she had finally gotten rid of a hot potato, Silian rubbed her belly, which had been almost hungry for a long time, and happily picked up a piece of pineapple sweet and sour pork, "Then you are responsible for drinking up the chicken soup, and I will start dinner. !”

Fu Shidu picked up a cup of chicken soup and began to drink it slowly.

Silian has a light appetite. Although the dishes are all his favorites, he tastes a little of each and soon eats them all.

Fu Shidu finished the second cup of chicken soup and put it down slowly. His dark eyes fell on the young man opposite him and asked, "Are you full?"

Silian put down her chopsticks and nodded obediently, "Yes!"

"Then...it's my turn."

Silian was pressed into the small sofa, with her snow-white legs exposed from under her nightgown. She called Fu Shidu's name tremblingly, and reminded with a bit of embarrassment, "It's not just..."

"Oh." The man raised his eyebrows slightly and casually grasped the thin and delicate ankle and said, "But I just finished drinking the chicken soup that strengthens yang, and it's for two people."

"I'm so horny and burning right now. We, Lian Lian, are kind-hearted, so we shouldn't ignore death, right?"

"Besides, I'm doing this all because of you."

Silian: "...Fu Shidu, stop talking nonsense to me, even if you drink aphrodisiac, it won't take effect so quickly!"

"You are my aphrodisiac, baby." The man leaned forward and covered Silian's delicate ear bones. There was a soul-stirring bewitchment in his voice. He smiled and whispered, "The sheets haven't been changed yet. Just give it a try here, eh?”

The loosely tied belt was hooked open by fingers, and Silian's body bones quickly softened into a puddle of spring water, and her nightgown was piled messily around her slender waist.

Later, the man thought the sofa was too small, so he lifted up the young man's smooth and white waist and carried Silian to the bay window in a face-to-face position.

Of course, Silian just woke up from bed the next morning.

The whole body and even the fingers were filled with a tired feeling of overuse.

Silian groaned softly and planned to turn over and continue sleeping, but the bracelet on her wrist accidentally hit the edge of the bed and made a "ding" sound.

But he unexpectedly woke up Xiao Hong, "Little Master..."