Quickly Pass Through the Villain, He is Soft and Sweet

His voice is hoarse and deep, and when he speaks, his tail rises a little bit, which is soft and seductive.

But Shen Wanqing on the bed had no time to take care of this, she covered her mouth and stared angrily at the man.

His voice was muffled because of covering his mouth.

"This is how you said you can make ginger soup not bitter, but sweet?"

Nine thousand years old's eyes were bewitching, and the snow-white fingertips gently lifted the broken hair next to the girl's cheeks, revealing Bai Shengsheng's earlobes.

He seemed aggrieved and innocent, "Isn't it okay? Is it bitter?"

...Well, that's a really provocative question.

Is it bitter?

It seems that it is not bitter, but also a little sweet.

So sweet so sweet.

but--

A bowl of ginger soup was fed slowly and divided into dozens of mouthfuls, and each mouthful was fed for at least ten minutes.

"But you've been feeding it for too long!" the girl said fiercely, frowning.

Hearing the words, the boy looked innocent, "Doesn't Qingqing like it?"

Before she opened her mouth to answer, the boy had already answered the question, talking to himself.

The beauty looked pitiful, her eyelashes drooping slightly, trembling, "Since Qingqing doesn't like it, then I won't treat Qingqing like this again in the future."

This look is really pitiful.

Knowing that the young man was selling miserably, Shen Wanqing still couldn't help but soften his heart.

She leaned over to coax the boy gently, and tugged at his sleeve, "Okay, don't be wronged, I didn't say I didn't like it."

The aggrieved Nine Thousand Years ignored her and turned his head away from her.

The boy's slender body was half-sitting on the edge of the bed, and his dark purple long gown was soft. Her long hair was black and soft, gently brushing her handsome and thin side face.

He turned his head and couldn't see the expression, but he could feel that he was wronged and unhappy at the moment.

Shen Wanqing had a headache.

It was clearly her fault, but why was it her fault in the end?

But seeing the aggrieved and unhappy look on the beauty's frown, Shen Rogue's heart completely softened.

She hurried over and hugged the delicate and soft boy, exuding a sweet and greasy fragrance of milk, and her voice was a little soft.

"I like it. Fried chicken likes Ah Li's." She went over and rubbed the boy's shoulder.

I like it enough to occupy all of you, and I want to keep it all.

When the girl hugged him, she felt that a big soft pillow was stuffed in her arms, which was soft and warm.

Very comfortable.

Si Li's slightly cool and evil eyes couldn't help but narrow his eyes half-closed in joy, and he put his arms around the girl.

Shen Wanqing hugged the man, her arms were very warm, but suddenly a young hoarse voice came from her ear.

"If you like it, then come again."

Shen Wanqing, who was buried in the man's arms, froze suddenly.

What?

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…

The wind at night was very cool, and the candles in the palace were not extinguished. The evening wind blew gently, not only the maids shivered with their arms folded, but also the candlelight shook slightly.

Everything returns to calm.

Shen Wanqing leaned on Si Li's slightly cool chest, and hiccupped, she was a little sleepy.

She rubbed her eyes, got up and pushed the man's chest.

"I am sleepy."

He was sleepy already, let alone he got tired of the boy just now.

Now I just want to feel covered with a quilt and sleep.

Hey... inertia!

"Okay." Hearing this, Si Li nodded slightly.

He took the girl's hand against his chest, put it down, and immediately got up and stood beside the bed.

Shen Wanqing didn't pay much attention, she hiccupped and got under the quilt.