The Young Master’s Bride

Li Beichen became cold and displeased, but still endured it, and was the most ill.

"Are you hungry?" Thinking of the porridge he had cooked, Li Beichen felt a little nervous when he asked.

I'm afraid that Ye Qingge will say that he is not hungry and does not want to eat...

"I'm hungry! Uncle, I'm going to cook a bowl of noodles, do you want to eat it?"

Looking at the towel Li Beichen had just put on the bedside table, Ye Qingge knew that he had been taking care of himself.

"Stay, I'll bring you porridge!"

There was a pleasant smile at the corner of his mouth, shallow and faint, but so clear, as if he wanted the whole world to see it.

Seeing Li Beichen walking out of the back, Ye Qingge suddenly let go of the hand placed in the quilt.

It was held tightly when Li Beichen fed her a drink, and seemed to remind myself not to sink into such tenderness.

It is said that when a person is sick, emotions are the most vulnerable. At this moment, Ye Qingge has a deep understanding.

One bowl of porridge and one cold cucumber, Ye Qingge was very full. When she ate, she knew it was not made by the chef.

Cucumbers can be cut in different sizes, as are the pumpkin and sweet potatoes in the porridge.

She didn't dare to think about it and asked if this was done by Li Beichen.

Just eat so stuffy, clean a bowl of porridge.

"Don't eat if you are not full, you can't digest it so late!"

Li Beichen gently wiped the corners of Ye Qingge's mouth with his thumb, and he was pampered in what he said.

"I'm full! Uncle, thank you!" The little face was still flushing, and the words he said were hot, but not so hot anymore.

"I made this porridge and side dishes!"

Ye Qingge didn't ask or say, Li Beichen couldn't help himself. The first time he was cooking, he had to get some praise.

There was a little childishness on that stern face.

"I know! Looking at the different skills of the sword, I know that it was not made by the chef, so I thanked my uncle!"

Ye Qingge raised his small face and smiled vainly, her brows and eyes curled up, very attractive.

Seeing Li Beichen's throat could not help but slide...

"It's not delicious?" Knife skills are indeed not good. He almost cut his hand. Some things are simple to imagine, but they are not so easy to make.

"Did Uncle eat it? It's delicious!"

Ye Qingge's dark eyes rolled around, feeling Li Beichen's hot gaze seemed to eat her.

What is said in that sentence, eating people's mouth softly, this will not be unceremonious to say something bad.

"I'll try it!" Li Beichen smiled and leaned down, and whispered softly in Ye Qingge's ear.

Ye Qingge only felt itchy in his ears, and his breathing was quickened. After dodge, his body was confined.

"It's gone! It's all eaten by me..."

Before Ye Qingge's words were finished, her delicate lips were sealed, with silk...

Different from Li Beichen's domineering and domineering when kissing Ye Qingge in the past, this kiss was extremely gentle.

Red Tongue easily broke into Ye Qingge's mouth, letting her bear it softly.

The tip of the tongue swept every inch of the mouth, so serious, so persistent, so pious...

Slowly closing his eyes, his little white hand also clung to Li Beichen's neck, so uncontrollable, naturally, some emotions were on the verge of becoming unstoppable.

Such a gentle and lingering kiss made Ye Qingge completely lost.

Panting against Ye Qingge, Li Beichen calmed down his desires.

Although I really want her, but not today, her body does not allow it.