Wen Wenlan looked at Zhou Mohuai like a wolf in rabbit's skin looking at a simple deer. Her face was gentle, her eyes were fierce and full of desire.

Zhou Mohuai trembled his eyelids. He shrank slightly, but he still stopped.

Wen Wenlan feeds him soup? What's going on!

Wen Wenlan's arm was fixed there. Seeing that Zhou Mohuai was retreating a little, she went forward and gave it to her.

I saw her eyebrows straightened. He had to drink even if he didn't drink even if he didn't.

Originally, she planned to ask Zhou Mohuai to feed her the soup, but just now, Zhou Mohuai's eyes looked up like a sharp sword pierced the softest part in her heart.

At that moment, she suddenly felt that she was the king of the world, and that he was the treasure she wanted to cherish and protect with her supreme power in her life.

She suddenly understood why some emperors in ancient times would devote all the world to the beauty with a smile.

Of course, she would not do this, but no matter what, Zhou Mohuai will never be able to escape in his life.

Thinking of this, Wen Wenlan's mood suddenly became brighter, his sharp eyes softened, and even his indifferent expression that had not changed for thousands of years also felt a little warm.

He is hers, and he can only be hers.

Wen Wenlan delivered the spoon forward again, and this time she directly pressed the spoon to Zhou Mohuai's lips.

"Be good, open your mouth and drink it." Wen Wenlan suddenly felt a little like a playboy wandering in the fireworks land, coaxing the purest and popular top brands to drink the ecstasy medicine he gave him.

A touch of red flew over Zhou Mohuai's cheeks. He quickly looked around and saw that no one noticed this, so he pursed his lips and sipped in a small sip of the fresh soup that still had warm in the spoon.

"Stop making trouble." He pursed his lips and took a sip. Then the spoon was seen, "This is for you to drink."

Zhou Mohuai was really embarrassed. The last time he drank medicine to remove the fragrance, Wen Wenlan also fed him with his own hands, but he failed.

This time she picked up the soup bowl and fed him. After expressing her feelings, how should he reject her?

It’s not that Zhou Mohuai hates Wen Wenlan’s behavior, but that he is so embarrassed.

A man actually asked a woman to feed the soup, but it was with so many people present.

But in private, Wen Wenlan can feed her anyway, and he can satisfy her unconditionally.

Wen Wenlan naturally didn't know that so many dramas had been performed in Zhou Mohuai's heart in this short cry.

If she knew, she would definitely let Zhou Mohuai sit on her lap and "feed" her close distance.

"It's okay, I'll feed you first and then have no hurry to eat." It was not enough to feed the soup, so Wen Wenlan directly used his chopsticks to feed Zhou Mohuai for food.

She really couldn't bear to let go of such a cute baby.

She really wanted to hold Zhou Mohuai tightly in her arms, to rub him into her bones, to ravage him well, love him, and give him all his love.

"Then what, I, it's me, I'll do it myself." Zhou Mohuai was so scared that he couldn't resist the sudden favor.

Do the emperor like to spoil someone so strangely?

It was difficult for him to understand why the concubines in ancient times had to try their best to compete for favor so much.

Zhou Mohuai didn't pay attention. Subconsciously, he had already substituted himself as the emperor's favorite concubine.

Only when you like someone will you unconsciously integrate into her world.

"Come on, take a bite of the stuffed rice dumplings." Wen Wenlan felt so happy that he moved to Zhou Mohuai and fed the food into Zhou Mohuai's mouth one by one.

He has always stood not far away without fear of honor and disgrace, but was still in the wind and rain, and shivered fiercely. Is this his Majesty?

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