The Queen of the Underworld

There were voices of "selling steamed buns", "selling tea eggs", and "selling soybean milk" outside, and the area began to become noisy. In the ears of the sleeping dream butterfly. 【 】

Shen Fei still stared at Mengdie like that, all night, accompanying, talking, staring at...

"En..." A sigh came from Mengdie's nasal cavity, and then, the eyes of the scissors opened, blinked, and saw the familiar face for the first time.

"Mengdie, you're awake."

"Shen Fei, have you kept watch all night?" Mengdie felt her heart was filled with a warm current, as warm as spring.

"Hungry? Want something to eat? I'll do it."

Mengdie smiled, "Can you still cook?"

"This..." Shen Fei rubbed his head, "No, I can learn..."

"Son, you're awake. How do you feel now?" Shen Ling appeared at the door. Zhuang Mengdie still felt pain in his body, even worse than last night. He was numb at that time last night, and the environment was dangerous. She felt pain for so long, but now, lying on the bed, she really doubted whether her body was her own.

Even so, Mengdie still said: "Thank you, Auntie, I feel much better."

"I've made breakfast, and I'll eat something first when I get up. It's true that you two haven't eaten anything all night." Shen Ling went to Zhang Luo again as she said, but when she left, she looked at it deliberately. Taking a look, Shen Fei tightly clasped Mengdie's hand.

Both Zhuang Mengdie and Shen Fei saw it, and Shen Fei immediately blushed, quickly took out his hand, and kept saying, "I...I...this...last night...you..."

Seeing that he hadn't said anything after talking for a long time, Zhuang Mengdie couldn't help laughing, "Fool, why don't you eat something, aren't you hungry?"

Shen Fei shook his head.

"It's really stupid, Shen Fei, help me up first, let's go out to eat something, or else I will starve my future general, then I will not be a sinner through the ages?" Zhuang Mengdie said with a smile, Shen Fei Stretching out her hand, Zhuang Mengdie saw that the clothes she was wearing were not her own clothes, so she couldn't help saying: "This clothes are..."

"Mengdie, my mother changed this dress for you, it wasn't me, nor did I..."

"Why are you explaining so nervously? Could it be that you have some intentions and then act guilty?" Zhuang Mengdie teased, Shen Fei's face turned even redder, and the hand around Mengdie's waist kept trembling , and his heart, beating at a high frequency...

There are wisps of virgin fragrance coming from the nose...