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Mo Qianchen's confused head suddenly woke up from the pain. When he woke up, Mo Qianchen's face turned red.

She actually gave herself to Feng Shukuang and the person she recognized.

His face was flushed and his cheeks were hot.

Mo Qianchen buried her face in the quilt, but she didn't regret it. Even though she was so old and so young, she really didn't regret it. Instead, she felt it was very sweet. It was a sweetness that she had never felt before. Love

It’s not just about the exchange of ideas, but also about the mutual warmth of the body.

It's just that damn Feng Shukuang, he did this and that last night. I don't know where this guy's talent comes from. This instinct is too powerful.

After slightly recalling what happened last night, Mo Qianchen blushed and at the same time propped up his body. If you like it, you like it, and if you love it, you love it. There is nothing to be shy about.

Propping up his body, he felt that the quilt next to him where Feng Shukuang slept last night was already cold. It seemed that Feng Shukuang had already gotten up early. Mo Qianchen couldn't help but frown slightly. Where had he been this early in the morning?

She didn't feel lost for a moment or anything, but it felt a bit weird anyway. The day after this first day, Feng Shukuang was no longer by her side. This...

Although he felt a little weird in his heart, Mo Qianchen was not a stingy person. He pushed himself up and put on the clothes placed on the bedside, then walked out of the room slowly while holding on to his waist.

The fragrance of flowers and wind in the morning came from the air, refreshing, and not far away, there was even a faint scent of food.

Mo Qianchen was stunned. Her master, Shuishui and Fat Baby were the only people in her mansion. She didn't want the others yet. Shuishui and Fat Baby went to find Feng Shukuang yesterday, and her master went to the palace.

Who is making breakfast?

While feeling surprised, Mo Qianchen supported his body and walked all the way.

Kitchen, beautiful kitchen.

The sunlight shines in through the window lattice, and shines on the person busy in front of the stove, as if it has been coated with a golden halo, so beautiful that people can't bear to disturb the beauty.

Mo Qianchen leaned against the wall, looking at Feng Shukuang who was busy in front of the stove, looking at the rough but sincere breakfasts coming out of Feng Shukuang's hands one by one, his heart was almost completely filled in an instant, the tenderness and sweetness almost

To overflow, the little bit of weirdness in my heart when I got up in the morning has long since disappeared.

"It'll be ready soon, just wait a moment." Feng Shukuang said to Mo Qianchen behind him without looking back.

It was the first time he did this, but he didn't do it very well, and he didn't manage the timing well. He was originally going to carry it to Mo Qianchen's bedside, and then wake Qianchen up, but he didn't expect Qianchen to come over now.

Looking at Feng Shukuang, who was sweating slightly on his forehead and looking attentive, Mo Qianchen walked forward gently, hugged Feng Shukuang from behind, and put his face against Feng Shukuang's back.

This man was not nervous and sweating attentively even when he was beating the Wood Emperor, but this small breakfast in the kitchen made him so meticulous. Mo Qianchen felt that his whole heart could not hold anything at this moment, only Feng Shukuang, and there was only one thing in his heart.

The wind is crazy.

This man, this man who has always been frivolous and self-centered, now actually washes her hands and makes soup for her, doing something that no man is willing to do. This warm mood is more than just a breakfast meal.
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