Every male protagonist wants to fuck me

Chapter 242 And use the title to lure the king's heart (30)

Such a strong body eats like a cat?
Xi Ning's skeptical eyes were too straightforward, and the young man's Adam's apple rolled unnaturally, and the tips of his white jade ears were dyed a bright crimson color.

"It's not advisable to eat too much at night." Restraining the dryness in his heart, Jun Zhuo explained calmly.

Xi Ning nodded in a sudden realization, and then regretfully glanced at the chicken soup and chicken left in the porcelain pot, and his stomach, which had been empty for a long time, groaned.

In the empty and quiet palace, Xi Ning's stomach growls were particularly obvious.

Xi Ning's cheeks were flushed, his toes were awkwardly tapped, and he really wanted to find a crack to get in.

The girl lowered her head in shame, covered her face with her palms, her eyes fixed on the floor, but she didn't dare to look at him.

Jun Zhuo thought it was funny, but suppressed his emotions, cleared his throat, and his cold voice was a little softer, not so indifferent.

"You haven't eaten?"

"Ah."

Xi Ning, who had lost such a big face in front of the little lord god, was depressed to death, and his voice became a lot duller, and the original panic faded unconsciously, and all his thoughts were focused on how she could make such a big deal. Ugly.

Knuckle-boned fingers lifted the lid of the porcelain jar, and slowly scooped out a bowl of chicken soup. Almost all the chicken in the porcelain jar was scooped into the bowl.

The smell of chicken soup came to the nostrils, occupying all the nerves in the brain, and Xi Ning's stomach could not help but growl twice.

Xi Ning wanted to run away.

She had never been so humiliated!
"Then try your own craft."

The man's voice was like a ray of cool wind on a hot summer day, blowing away all the dryness on her face, making her pick up the porcelain bowl in a daze.

Xi Ning scooped up a spoonful of soup and fed it into his mouth, and his taste buds were instantly overwhelmed by the deliciousness of the chicken soup.

The hunger on an empty stomach made her forget the strong presence and pressure of the person opposite, and she ate the remaining chicken soup and chicken under the addition of soup and meat.

Patting his stomach in satisfaction, Xi Ning belatedly remembered something.

How could she let her thighs serve her soup! ?

Flattered, he looked at the little Lord God who had already begun to critique the memorial. Xi Ning opened his mouth several times to say something to redeem his respect and admiration for the Little Lord God, but he swallowed it all when he touched the slightly raised eyebrows of the other party. go down.

Putting the porcelain pots on the tray and stacking them aside, Xi Ning volunteered: "My lord, I'm a bit full and I want to digest it. May I help you critique the papers?"

Jun Zhuo raised his eyes and looked at her quietly, his dark pupils were beautiful in color, and the ink color was precipitated, and he could not see any emotional fluctuations.

Under such gaze, Xi Ning pursed his lips uncomfortably.

Just as he was about to make persistent efforts to prove that he had this ability, the other party's slender fingers landed on the highest stack of folds.

"These are greeting papers from officials from all over the country, please approve them for me." Jun Zhuo took off the thinnest wolf hair at the end and handed it to Xi Ning.

Xi Ning took it and nodded seriously.

Time passed silently, and the night was getting darker.

Xi Ning, who was full of wine and food and started to feel sleepy, finished replying to the note, propped his chin, and felt drowsy with his head bit by bit.

After dealing with the important memorial, Jun Zhuo looked up and saw the girl's little head moving little by little, and the wolf hair in her hand was getting closer and closer to her fair cheek.

With sharp eyes and quick hands, he snatched it away just before Lang Hao was about to touch the beautiful skin. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, the girl's arms supporting her head and half of her body fell crookedly to one side.

Following his heartbeat, the boy teleported to the girl's side, and held her firmly in his arms just before the girl fell down.

The girl fell limply into the boy's arms, resting her head on the boy's shoulder, rubbing against the boy's neck like a kitten.

The soft and delicate skin rubbed open the collar, touching the skin of his collarbone. The warm touch made the young man freeze in place, and his breathing unconsciously eased.

At this moment, the sweetheart who had been dreaming and dreaming was quietly lying in his arms, and the panic of not knowing how to get along with the girl after thinking for a long time was completely wiped out at this moment.

Warm and fragrant nephrite in her arms, that's good.

The slender and thick eyelashes drooped down, and the boy's dark and beautiful pupils blinked very lightly. He carefully picked up the girl and walked into the inner hall lightly.

Looking at the soft and comfortable quilt, Jun Zhuo was about to put the girl down, bent halfway, and obvious tangles flashed across the beautiful pupils.

Let go, there is no need to hug...

The gentleman's little Lord God straightened up hesitantly and hesitantly, never thinking about the idea of ​​being able to climb on the bed, pure and courteous so that he could live up to the 300 years of careful teaching of the elders' house.

Even though he was not happy in his heart, the little Lord God still bent down and put the girl on the bed, tucked the bedding for the girl thoughtfully and meticulously, and was about to go to the outer hall to continue reviewing the memorial, when the corner of the clothes was grabbed by his little hands.

Lowering her eyes, the girl's brows were furrowed, her small face was wrinkled like a steamed bun, and the hand holding the hem of his clothes was tightly clenched.

Kneeling down on one knee in cooperation, the young man looked at Xi Ning who was muttering something apologetic, and after saying "transcendence offense" many times in his heart, he leaned closer to the girl's lips and listened carefully to her vague words. whisper.

"... Ah Jue... Kiss..."

The moment he heard the content clearly, the shattered light in the boy's eyes dimmed a little. Even though he knew that the girl was talking about him, at this moment, he was still panicked and unconsciously jealous.

If Xi Ning hadn't entered the small world, the name of the person she whispered in her sleep would only be him...

He knew that thinking like this would do him more harm than good, but Jun Zhuo still couldn't control his thoughts.

Unable to tear the girl's hand away, the boy sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning against the bed post and fell into a light sleep until the early morning light.

At that time, the girl had already loosened his clothes, wrapped the mattress completely around her body, and rolled from the outside of the bed to the innermost side of the bed like a caterpillar.

After putting on the court clothes, Jun Zhuo ordered the maids and eunuchs not to enter the Zhaohe Hall without authorization, and drove them to the court in a sedan chair.

When Xi Ning woke up and found himself sleeping on the familiar bed again, his mind went blank for a moment.

He patted his head and tried hard to remember how she got to the bed, but he didn't have any memory.

After thinking for a long time, Xi Ning had no choice but to hope that he was sleepwalking and unconsciously climbed onto the dragon bed, and definitely did not intentionally occupy the bed of the little master god.

After tidying up his wrinkled clothes, Xi Ning walked to the outer hall, and just about to order the maids to get the clothes, he saw that the maids were already waiting outside the door with their clothes.

Just as he wanted them to come in, Xi Ning suddenly remembered the scene where all the eunuchs were waiting outside the palace yesterday.

The little lord god doesn't seem to like people from the small world entering his room...

Is it cleanliness?

Xi Ning thought about the young man's moon-white robe last night, which made him tall and frosty, not stained with dust, as clean and pure as a snow lotus on the top of an iceberg.

It might indeed be a clean freak.

So he prevented the maids from entering the door, took the clothes and put them on by himself, and tied up a simple bun.

Then they brought a group of maids together in the imperial dining room.

Today, Xi Ning specially called the imperial doctor who was idle in the imperial hospital to give nutritional guidance, and the imperial chef was beside him to provide technical guidance, ensuring that every dish that the little lord god ate next would be conducive to his recovery.

(End of this chapter)