The General’s Beloved Wife: Shame on You, Sweetheart

As soon as the words of   Zhan Chief came out...

  The servants looked at them with their pink star eyes.

  Mianmian sat opposite him, with wide-eyed eyes, and kicked him hard when he lifted his foot.

  The servants lowered their heads one after another, and the mentality of seeing no evil began to busy themselves with their own affairs.

  Zhan Mu Qian smoothly served her a bowl of sweet porridge, and asked calmly: "Why are you kicking me?"

  Mianmian stirred the porridge bowl with a spoon, her mouth beeping high.

   She gritted her teeth and complained: "Did you deliberately, for fear that they don't know... I don't know what you did to me upstairs?!"

  Zhan Mu Qian's face was faint, and there was no guilty conscience that he should have. Instead, he used supper for himself.

For a long while, he stared at her with a non-smiling tone, his tone teasing: "I didn't do anything on purpose. The sheets are wet and the bed is not clean. How are you going to sleep tonight? Or, in fact, you want to sleep with me. Lying?"

  Mianmian’s face was red, and her excited little appearance was like a ripe tomato.

  Her mind is full of memories...

   And as long as she thinks of how wet the sheets are, she is ashamed and eager to fight with Zhan Muqian!

  She squeezed a sentence from her lips: "The ghost wants to sleep with you!"

  Xuan, even if he lowered his head, silently ate the porridge...

  Zhan Muqian used it very quickly. After he used it up, he put down his chopsticks and sat down at the dining table, quietly watching Jiang Mianmian eat.

  He stared at the cotton quilt a little annoyed, and quickly put his chopsticks in, whispered: "I'm full, I went upstairs to sleep."

  She was about to get up, but was firmly pressed against the chair by a pair of big hands, unable to move.

  Zhan Muqian gently pulled her petite body up, and even if he occupied her seat, he took her to sit on his lap.

  He picked up the chopsticks and put the food to her lips, "eat more, be good, open your mouth."

  Mianmian couldn't help him, opened his mouth, and was fed a few mouthfuls by him.

   Soon she couldn’t stand it anymore, and she resisted: “I don’t want to eat anymore, Zhan Muqian, I’m not a kid, don’t you feed me!”

  Zhan Mu Qian was not annoyed, but looked at her with a faint smile, "I also said that I am not a child, so good, and I always make a child's temper. What is it not a child?"

Mianmian was so annoyed that she reached out and poked the man on the chest: "Chief Zhan, if you really treat me as a child... would you still do that to me? How can anyone be full of evil thoughts on the brain of a child? Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

  ……

  Mianmian is full of accusations.

  But only she knew in her heart that she didn't really hate Zhan Muqian.

  But because of...because of some other little thoughts.

  Sure enough, the man’s face was pulled down a bit. He still hugged her and asked unhurriedly: "Such a grievance, so I don't like to have **** with me, eh?"

  How could she answer such a shameful question.

  Mianmian’s cheeks are still hot, and her mouth is tightly pressed and she refuses to say anything.

  Zhan Muqian's slender fingers hooked her chin, and his tone was a little cold: "Are you resisting intimacy or me? Little thing, you can't be cold, right?"

  Mianmian's eyes widened in astonishment, anxious and angry, raised his fist and greeted him on his chest——

   "You are so indifferent, your whole family is so indifferent!"

  The man grabbed her little paw, and smoothed it like a cat with fried hair...

   "I'm just kidding, if it's not cold, if it's cold... how could it be that half of the bed sheet was wet?"