Pet Addiction: The Prince’s Desire to Spoil His Pet

Just as he was about to fall asleep, someone opened the tent and walked in. Shu Nuan thought it was Sheng Qianmo who came back, and looked up from the desk in bewilderment, only to see that it was Li Qi who came in with a few plates of snacks. Li Qi said: "The lord asked his subordinates to tell Miss Shu Nuan that he would not be back so soon, and told Miss Shu Nuan to eat something first when she is hungry."

Shu Nuan nodded and thanked Li Qi. After Li Qi went out, she closed the book, took a bunch of grapes, lowered her head and put them into her mouth one by one. She ate very slowly, but She kept eating, and her little mouth never stopped. When she was full, she put down the cakes on the plate, lay down on the table and sighed softly, as if...was being used.

Shu Nuan buried her small face between her two hands, breathing uncomfortably.

But soon his little face was stuffy and hot again, Shu Nuan raised his hand and rubbed his nose, so he could only raise his head and continue eating, probably because he felt that he was unhappy anyway, so he should eat more.

On the other side, Sheng Qianmo finally finished the matter and dismissed a group of subordinates, but Ning Chengyuan followed him sideways and winked. He threw it mercilessly into the hollow of his knee, and the force of this throw was not light, Ning Chengyuan suddenly howled in pain, and jumped up with one leg almost kneeling for him, "Brother Cheng, you rushed at me! What a fire!"

Sheng Qianmo remained expressionless.

"Okay, I just think it's a bit strange. I thought you were temporarily attracted to that slave girl from the Qing Dynasty, but now you can even let her come to the important military camp..." Ning Chengyuan couldn't hold back "tsk" With a loud voice, "Brother Sheng, aren't you tempted?"

Perhaps it was because the word "heart-wrenching" made Sheng Qianmo feel a little stupid, he curled the corner of his mouth, even he felt ridiculous, and said in a flat voice: "You think too much."

Numerous numbers are good, but not to that extent.

For a man like Sheng Qianmo who has been marching and fighting all year round, it is easy for him to melt into the gentle village, but it is also difficult.

He quite likes the feeling of having a small thing around him to give him a hug, but that's all.

As for Ning Chengyuan's "heart-wrenching", these two words are too heavy, and he doesn't think he will reach that level.

When Sheng Qianmo returned to his tent, he saw that Shu Nuan had fallen asleep lying on the table as expected, holding a half-bitten sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his little hand, and put it next to his little mouth...

When he walked over, he saw Shu Nuan's small mouth opening slightly to take a small bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Cheng Qianmo stopped and looked down at her with her eyelashes closed and her small mouth swallowing slowly. After waiting for a while, the corner of her mouth slightly raised, and she simply sat down beside her, watching her finish eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake slowly, her eyes still closed.

Sheng Qianmo helplessly reached out and gently grabbed her pinky little hand, wiped off her little fingers one by one, then wiped her moist little mouth, and said softly: "Go back sleep again?"

Shu Nuan's eyelashes trembled, his little finger slowly grabbed one of his fingers, and said softly, "I'm so full..."

Cheng Qianmo heard her hidden meaning, stretched out his arms, and carried the little thing on his back.

Shunuan's soft lips pressed against his ear, and asked him in a low voice: "Does the prince ride a horse?"

"Want to ride a horse?"

Shu Nuan didn't say anything, but hugged his neck tightly with his little hands.