Yan Bei held out another cigarette in the kitchen, turned his head and took a puff, but he didn't feel the same as before.

I smoked the cigarette impatiently.

The man with cold eyebrows is cooking seriously.

Every time you add water, use a measuring cup and strictly follow the amount in the book.

Yan Bei is really amazing. He is willing to pull out the scales and give them to Wen Liang as a ring even though he is trying to kill him in front of outsiders.

It took half an hour to cook the porridge, so Yan Bei took advantage of this time to go back to the bedroom to accompany Wen Liang.

Dragons always know how to please their partners to the maximum extent.

Yan Bei approached Wen Liang with a cold feeling, and Wen Liang was frozen.

"It's cold, stay away."

Wen Liang also retracted his head into the quilt, and then pressed it tightly.

Yan Bei stood in front of the heater for a while, approaching Wenliang with a sense of warmth.

"Give me a hug."

Wen Liang stood still.

I can't move unless the enemy can't move. I'm just a little girl in bed who can't get any affection.

As long as I don't move, you can't force me to move.

Then.

A corner of the warm quilt was torn open.

A little cold and a little hot.

What is cold is the side, and what is hot is the pit of the heart.

His Mr. Yan is too pure and unpretentious.

Yan Beibei went over to hug Wen Liang.

"Kiss me?"

"No."

Wen Liang turned his head.

Yan Bei knew that if he discussed this kind of issue with Little Princess Wen at this time, Little Princess Wen would definitely not agree.

So he didn't intend to ask.

It's an affirmative sentence.

To my dear.

Yan Bei hugged Wen Liang and kissed the corner of his mouth.

He didn't go too far, he was afraid that his senior would be angry.

He is really, too presumptuous.

Senior is really a person that makes people love and hate him at the same time. I love him so much that I can’t bear to let him go.

Can't bear to leave.

The senior is so good, how could he give it up?

Yan Bei secretly hugged Little Princess Wen tightly.

"I'll hug you again."

Yan Bei buried his head in the warm shoulder.

Wen Liang did not push Yan Bei away.

Because I was tired, I was too lazy to push, and I couldn't push Yan Bei despite all my efforts.

You must have a certain position for yourself and don't do something unrealistic.

It's very warm and cool.

Instantly I felt like I was okay again.

Wen Liang leaned in Yan Bei's arms and yawned: "I'm hungry."

Yan Bei kissed Wen Liang's forehead: "I'll serve the porridge."

Then he carefully placed his warm head on the pillow and tucked the quilt in.

Yan Bei is developing more and more like a wife slave.

Yan Bei filled a small bowl of porridge and added a small spoonful of sugar.

Because Wenliang doesn’t like eating tasteless things.

Then stir well and serve.

Wenliang is still very easy to take care of, as long as it is something he likes to eat, he will never get tired of it.

This is very easy to maintain.

Yan Bei brought the porridge into the house.

"Little princess."

Wen Liang's irritable voice came from the bed: "You are such a fucking princess!"

Yan Bei put the porridge on the table and approached Wen Liang: "Yes, my little princess."

Wen Liang: "..." You fucking know what I mean, don't pretend to be stupid for me.

But Yan Bei pretended to be stupid.

There was nothing he could do.

A little princess will be a little princess.

It's just a nickname, it's just a nickname, warm and cool to comfort yourself.

But the more I think about it, the more something is wrong. Oh my God, I love calling you little princess!

Who likes to call someone so mentally retarded and boundless?!

Yan Bei helped Wen Liang up.

Wen Liang: "...I can move."

Yan Bei: "No, you can't."

Wen Liang: "..." That's fine.

Wen Liang, who has a tough attitude, cannot refuse Yan Bei.

Then he was fed porridge by Yan Bei.

"Hmm? Sweet?"
Chapter completed!