Raiding That Tsundere [Quick Transmigration]

The little prince feels that it is very wrong now, very wrong, obviously Wen Jingshu is still the same Wen Jingshu, and he is still the same himself, but the situation is completely different from the previous few days, but what is the difference, he said again not come out.

"Zhirong, try this." Wen Jingshu took a small bun and brought it to the mouth of the little prince.

The little prince opened his mouth and bit down half of it. His face bulged with a little baby fat, like a big bun. It was delicious, but a little sweet.

Wen Jingshu saw that he ate half of it, and put the remaining half into his mouth. The tip of his pink tongue licked away a little juice from the corner of his mouth.

The little prince who witnessed the whole process: ...

The little prince silently finished chewing half of the bun in his mouth, his eyes still resting on Wen Jingshu's mouth.

"What's wrong?" Wen Jingshu blinked and looked at him puzzled.

The little prince shook his head: "It's okay." Is it like this for other people's male pets?Are all, all so good at, provocative?

The little prince took a sip of breakfast absent-mindedly, and tried hard to recall what he saw in various houses, but he couldn't think of anything after thinking about it for a long time. For entertainment, I just find an excuse to send him out, but it should be normal.

But, but the problem is that other people's male pets, I heard that they have to be "trained" to understand so much, Jing Shu didn't stay with Xie Tianyou for a few days, how did he learn so much, could it be that he knew so much before? ?

The little prince couldn't help but take another look at Wen Jingshu, and he naturally imagined that when he was in the theater troupe, the troupe owner specially "taught" Wen Jingshu to win the hearts of more dignitaries and dignitaries. After learning this, the little prince became more and more annoyed as he thought about it, wishing he could run up to that class leader and beat him up.

Wen Jingshu, who was about to make another breakfast for the little prince, looked at him suspiciously, he wasn't feeding the little prince, why did the little prince's cheeks bulge up again.

"Your face?" Wen Jingshu stretched out his hand and waved in front of the little prince who was immersed in his own world without knowing it.

"Ok?"

"Ah~" Wen Jingshu handed over a breakfast, the little prince opened his mouth subconsciously and caught it.

Wen Jingshu waited patiently for a while, and found that he still hadn't bitten off half of the breakfast.

"Zhi Rong?" Wen Jingshu had no choice but to call out again, and the little prince finally came back to his senses, and responded dully.

"Don't bite the second half?" Wen Jingshu asked.

The image of Wen Jingshu eating half of the steamed stuffed bun just now appeared in the little prince's mind, his face blushed, and he pushed the whole breakfast into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up like a little hamster, and he said inarticulately : "No, I'll do it all."

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Wen Jingshu poured a glass of water, took a sip by himself first, tested the temperature of the water, and brought it to the mouth of the little prince just right.

The little prince chewed the breakfast with difficulty, since in the end it was all about indirect kissing, why did he choose a particularly difficult one, the little prince glanced at Wen Jingshu secretly, and judged where Wen Jingshu was just now He drank water from the rim of his glass, and then... swallowed it.

"Hmm." The little prince took two steps back and covered his mouth. He obviously wanted to avoid the side where Jing Shu was drinking water, so why did he sneak up on him by mistake!

Wen Jingshu looked at him puzzled, and tasted it again, it wasn't hot.The little prince looked up and saw that Wen Jingshu drank water again at the place where both of them drank water. He turned his head and said vaguely: "It's too hot."

Wen Jingshu blinked, and smiled with a good temper: "Then I'll pour another cup for Zhirong."

The little prince watched his male pet refill the glass of water without any complaints, tried the temperature of the water again, and leaned in front of him, the little prince saw which side he hadn't drunk before, lowered his head and took a sip of water, but his eyes did not change. Glancing to the other side, Wen Jingshu looked at the place where the little prince was looking, and it seemed that there was nothing special about it.

The little prince ate his breakfast and drank the water, then sat back silently, looking inexplicably dazed.

Wen Jingshu looked at the absent-minded look of the little prince, and leaned forward to touch the little prince's forehead. The little prince was startled, and when he raised his head, he saw the enlarged version of his handsome face, which revealed She gave a relieved smile: "Zhirong didn't seem to be in a good mood early in the morning, I thought it was because of discomfort."

The little prince's forehead still had residual warmth from Wen Jingshu's fingers, and he licked his lips uncomfortably: "I'm not uncomfortable."

"Is that in a bad mood?" Wen Jingshu continued to ask with concern.

"No..." The little prince paused halfway through the sentence, saying that there was nothing wrong with him saying that he was in a bad mood, didn't he just think of the treatment Wen Jingshu might have received before?

"It really is in a bad mood?" The little prince Wen Jingshu leaned on was very close, the little prince swallowed, and turned his head as usual: "It's...it's okay."

"Can't you tell Jing Shu?" Wen Jingshu grabbed the little prince's hand and said.

The little prince trembled, what should he say, is he in a bad mood because of his inexplicable guess?This, this is how to say it.

"You don't need to worry about it." The little prince stalked his neck and pretended to be fierce on purpose, and when he turned his head to look at Wen Jingshu, there was a sad look on Wen Jingshu's face.

"What this king means is that this matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to worry about it." The little prince immediately made amends.

The expression on Wen Jingshu's face did not change, he pursed his lips: "Jing Shu wants to know about Ke Zhirong."

The little prince only heard his heart beating "thump-thump-thump", and his face began to heat up uncontrollably. What this person, this person, did was too foul.