The Demon King's Pampered Wife: The Alluring Little Poisonous Concubine

Chapter 92 What do you want to eat

There was an itchy feeling on the cheek, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Beigong Chenyao with his head propped up and a gentle expression on his face.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?" Seeing the eyes of the person in front of him open, Beigong Chenyao reached out and gently stroked the broken hair on the woman's forehead.

"Well, it's not bad." Slightly nodded, after lying down for a long time, Beigong Chenyao smiled softly, and carefully lifted his still inconvenient body, leaning against the head of the bed.

"Hungry, I'll get you something to eat." Beigong Chenyao was about to get out of bed when his sleeve was suddenly grabbed by a small hand.

"What's wrong?" Beigong Chenyao looked up at the little white hands on the sleeves.

The emotions in those pitch-black eyes were somewhat complicated, seeming to be entangled or something else.After a few seconds of stalemate, the woman's somewhat hoarse voice sounded slowly.

"That... thank you... for saving me again."

"Is your throat uncomfortable? Let me get you some porridge, okay?"

Wushuang watched his hand being held by a big hand. The man looked picturesque, and slowly lowered his head to kiss that slender hand. The movement was indescribably beautiful, and the voice was extremely gentle. Even those gray eyes seemed to be drowning. generally.

Wushuang nodded in a strange way, looking at her hand being kissed, she didn't want to take it out, as if she didn't have any resistance in her heart.

Her hair was rubbed roughly, and Wushuang swallowed as she looked at the white figure who turned and walked out the door, why didn't she realize that her throat was really dry before.

After a while, the door was pushed open again, Wushuang raised his head, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously hooked.

"Seeing you are so happy for your husband?" Beigong Chenyao didn't let go of the woman's expression, raised her eyebrows, and carried the tray to the bedside.

"No." Realizing that he was seen through, Wushuang was a little embarrassed, and gave him a hard look.

"Okay, if you don't have it, you don't have it. It's because my husband misread it." Beigong Chenyao looked at the little girl's little head that was awkwardly turned to one side, and curled her lips in a funny way.

"Come to feed you porridge for my husband." Putting the tray on the table, Beigong Chenyao picked up the porridge bowl and sat beside the bed.

"What are you doing for your husband? Don't be ashamed." Hearing this address again, a pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned, and when he turned his head, he saw the person sitting by the bed seriously blowing porridge.

Beigong Chenyao stopped what he was doing, seemed to think for a while, and then raised his head.

"Will you? I think it's pretty good. Open your mouth."

I wanted to say something, but when I realized it, I had already eaten a spoonful of sweet and greasy porridge, and my throat felt a lot better in an instant. I licked my lips, and Wushuang frowned. Could it be that I have been hungry for too long?Such a simple porridge felt extremely delicious, and seeing the spoon stretched out again, the mouth opened naturally.

Beigong Chenyao watched the little girl eat with relish, her red lips opened and closed, her expression was extremely soft.

Swallowing the last spoonful, Wushuang licked his lips with some insatiable desire, and hooked the corners of his mouth in satisfaction.

"My lady, I want to try it for my husband."

"If you want to eat, eat it." Wushuang was a little strange. Does this guy want to report himself even if he eats porridge?
"Okay." Beigong Chenyao showed a sweet smile, reached out and put the empty bowl aside, turned his head, and suddenly leaned forward.

Seeing the suddenly enlarged handsome face, Wushuang's eyebrows twitched, her eyes widened, and the next second there was a cool touch on her lips, and the white teeth that were too late to close were easily pried open.

(End of this chapter)