Princess Sets Poison Again

Murong Hui brought the noodles back to the kitchenette.

He stared blankly at the bowl of noodles, remembering the days when they made noodles together in a bamboo house, he couldn't help tearing his eyes.

He once gave up the goodness that belonged to them.

Murong Yu stood for a long time, suddenly took the bowl of noodles and took a bite.

Obviously so good taste, but he could not taste.

I don't know how I ate this bowl of noodles, but Murong Ye only felt that he was full of bitterness.

After standing for a long time, Murong Hui turned around, but saw him at the door.

Looking at his reddish eyes, his heart was choked, and the feeling of breathlessness struck again.

Xu was really angry with him, and Murong Yan frowned at him before passing by.

His heart tightened and he grabbed his hand subconsciously.

Murong Yu stopped, but didn't turn around to look at him.

He squeezed his hand tightly, as if afraid that he would let go if he let go.

After a long silence, he said, "Can you make me another bowl of noodles?"

Murong was stiff and turned to look at him coldly.

Looking at the eyes of his complaint, he finally lowered his head and whispered, "I'm just sorry."

He shouldn't give up his efforts to others. He didn't know how sad he was when he just watched him eat the bowl of noodles.

Looking at his appearance, he was still soft, sighed quietly, and turned back to the kitchenette.

Scooping flour, adding water, noodles, and kneading noodles, he did it very carefully.

Looking at his skilled technique, he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

He doesn't look like a person who can cook. It turns out that he can make noodles like this!

He stared at his serious profile, suddenly feeling that he looked good.

For the first time, he looked at him seriously.

Obviously an unfamiliar face, but gave him a familiar feeling.

It wasn't until he finished the noodles that he finally looked back.

Murong Yu brought the noodle to him.

Smelling the faint fragrance, he suddenly felt that he was really hungry.

Picking up the chopsticks and taking a sip, his eyes narrowed brightly. "It tastes great. I didn't expect your noodle to be so good."

Murong Yan chuckled, "I learned from you."

Before, he always couldn't do well. He did it many times. Later, he went to Yunfu to consult his mother, and finally learned.

He froze for a while, then said, "I won't make noodles."

Murong Min's smile froze, and her heart twitched again.

He sank his head to eat noodles, and seemed to have a good appetite for a bowl of noodles.

"It tastes really good."

How long he hasn't eaten normal things, he can't remember.

Murong twitched her lips and said gently, "If you like it, I can make it for you every day."

He looked up at him, stared at his eyebrows for a long time, and asked, "Do we really know each other?"

Murong frowned. "You don't believe me?"

He laughed wryly, "I don't believe anyone, including myself."

Looking at his indifferent and alert eyes, Murong Su's heart was suddenly hurt.

"Sorry." He held up his hand and murmured remorsefully.

It was because he did not protect him that he suffered so much.

Looking at his blame expression, he suddenly raised his lips, "I believe you."

Murong was surprised, but also moved.

He didn't even believe himself, he believed him.

He really wanted to kiss him, but he was afraid he wanted to just scare him so hard and could only restrain himself.

As if seeing his longing, he smirked with a wicked smile and approached him with a little charm.

Murong Yu's heart jumped violently, and he looked at his handsome face slowly, only to feel his mouth dry.

His peach-like thin lips were attached to him, and the two of them passed on instantly.

He learned what he was like, pry open his teeth, and tentatively entangled with him.

His youthfulness made him crazy, but he could only squeeze his fists and try to restrain himself.

Looking at his trembling body, he seemed to find it very interesting, holding his head and deepening the green kiss.

His breathing was getting heavier, and finally he couldn't help but hold him tight and started to be a guest.

His initiative immediately disrupted his squareness, and his youth was not enough to deal with him.

He sinks a little bit, and finally sinks completely.

Murong Yan hugged him tightly, and his joy and affection all melted into this kiss.

Without knowing how long they kissed, the high priest suddenly opened his eyes and waved his sleeve robes sharply, and flew a palace man hiding outside the small kitchen.

Murong frowned. He just didn't feel anybody at all. Is it that he was too involved and didn't find out, or that the palace man's cultivation is above him?

"What should you know and what shouldn't you see?"

With the mysterious voice of mysterious power, the palace man's head was about to explode. He no longer had any pain, and immediately knelt down and scratched his head.

The high priest glanced at the palace man quietly. "Go back and tell him not to do anything meaningless in the deity."

The palace man heard that the cold sweat on his forehead hung down instantly, and neither did he answer, nor did he answer.

"roll!"

Another scream, the palace man scared the three souls to go to the two souls, immediately got up and ran away.

Looking at the suffocation on his body, Murong Min suddenly felt distressed, "He has been monitoring you?"

The high priest sneered dismissively. "He isn't enough to monitor me."

He suddenly looked at Murong Yan, staring at his thin lips, thinking of the kiss just now, his eyes suddenly darkened.

He leaned closer to him again, kissing his lips seductively.

Murong Yan breathed a suffocation, and her breath was instantly disturbed.

He grabbed his waist and yanked him into his arms, his voice hoarsely restrained, "Don't seduce me again, you should know that I have no restraint against you."

He blinked, and the evil spirit nodded at his lips. "You often do such intimate things with others?"

"Only with you." He said quietly with his fingers.

His eyes darkened, and he took his hand back to the room.

He slammed the door on him, and he pressed him to the door, biting the bulge in his throat.

Murong Yu's breath became thicker, and he tightened his body, panting, "Do you know what you are doing?"

"Don't you want to?" He lifted his eyes, seducing him seductively.

He didn't know why to do it, he just knew that he liked the feeling of being close to him, and he wanted to be close to him.

Murong's eyes ignited a storm of desire, and he couldn't restrain himself anymore. He clenched his head with his big hand and kissed him fiercely.

He closed his eyes obediently and enjoyed all the feelings he brought to him.

He embraced him like a child, and kissed him to the bed.

The red curtain, like the veil of the wedding room, was slowly closed.

The candlelight was swaying, and the night like water was quiet and beautiful.