The distance gradually shrinks.

The man's strong and domineering aura was also approaching.

Qianqiu lowered his head, cold sweat slowly sliding down his forehead.

If Xiang Xuanhai comes this time to announce Ying Qian's death, what should he do?

Yingqian is a subjugated princess of Northern Yan.

No more shelter.

She must die!

The sound of footsteps rang in my ears.

Yingqian narrowed his eyes, yawned extremely tiredly, and said lazily:

"Are you done?"

It was as if she didn't know anything.

Looks unfocused.

Bleary-eyed.

Ying Qian was half-leaning on the head of the bed, her damp long hair spread over her shoulders. She held her thin white wrists, looking lazily and a bit alienated, just like a kitten basking in the sun.

"Sleep now?"

A soft light flashed across Xiang Xuanhai's eyes.

He strode to the bed, held up Yingqian's long, wet hair with his big palms, and ordered Qianqiu, who was standing beside him:

"Go get a towel."

Qianqiu is still a little unable to recover.

Although I can't figure out why Xiang Xuanhai came here this time, not only did he not mention the matter of Taifu Qu's letter, but he was first concerned about Yingqian's condition.

But she nodded quickly and hurried to get a cloth.

Use a dry and soft cloth to press the baby's damp black hair.

Feeling the heat in Xiang Xuanhai's palm, she raised her head, and a touch of arrogant contentment appeared on her still pale face.

Rolling into Xiang Xuanhai's arms, Yingqian half-closed his eyes and said in a loud voice:

"You haven't eaten yet, let's eat together?"

"good."

Xiang Xuanhai nodded slightly.

Rub your fingertips along the back of Yingqian's neck.

The hot temperature quietly fell on the shell of her ears, and then moved between her red lips.

Yingqian couldn't help but shiver.

Itchy and hot.

She subconsciously hid.

Wanting to avoid Xiang Xuanhai's playful behavior.

But as soon as she moved, her thoughts were noticed.

The fingertips pressed between Yingqian's chin. The force was not too strong, but it made her lose the ability to resist.

I can only raise my head.

Look into those eerie black eyes.

Xiang Xuanhai has always concealed his emotions very well.

It is difficult for others to understand the thoughts of this tyrant.

However, Yingqian clearly saw a smile in his eyes at this moment.

Very well hidden.

Almost instantly.

There is no shadow.

Yingqian couldn't help but rolled her eyes and said angrily:

"I don't expect the king to condescend to serve me. Can you let me go? I'll starve to death!"

Xiang Xuanhai was silent for a while.

It seemed that Yingqian couldn't figure out why Yingqian was upset.

So I asked:

"Have you been left alone?"

Yingqian slowly typed a question mark.

Excuse me.

Are she and Xiang Xuanhai on the same channel?

But I see Yingqian is distracted.

Xiang Xuanhai believed it firmly.

Because he had been busy all day and never came over to see her, which made her still have no money to eat, so she got angry.

The tyrant thought seriously for a moment and explained to a woman for the first time in his life:

"On my way back to Longyou, I still have a lot of trivial things to do, so I came here a little late."

Yingqian: "..."

She had no idea what Xiang Xuanhai was talking about.

But that didn't stop her from stopping this man from getting closer to her chest.

Haven't eaten yet.

What's the matter with yellow?!

Ying Qian stood up with her messy long hair and walked towards the table with a bound. But before she could take a few steps away, a big hand grabbed her waist.

Since someone is willing to be a means of transportation.

She is also happy to be a cooking machine who can only sit in Xiang Xuanhai's arms, with eyes shining brightly.

Qianqiu has gone to pass on the meal.

Not long after.

The table was filled with all kinds of delicacies.

Yingqian had been staring at the roasted suckling pig biting an apple for a while, but she waited until the last dish was served.

Swallowing hard, she was about to get the chopsticks, but Xiang Xuanhai took the first step and pushed the chopsticks aside.

Yingqian was stunned.

Before she could figure out what this tyrant was going to do.

A eunuch who knew how to read eyes came forward and without any explanation, removed Yingqian's bowls and chopsticks.

Only the gold-rimmed dishes in front of Xiang Xuanhai were left.

Yingqian was stupid again.

What is this?

She was left alive but not allowed to eat.

Dare to be tortured!

Although Xiang Xuanhai didn't know what thoughts were wandering in Ying Qian's head, he noticed the place where her eyes kept wandering.

He picked up a piece of suckling pork with chopsticks and brought it to her lips.

He smiled with thin lips and said:

"like?"

Yingqian snorted coldly.

He expressed a considerable degree of disdain for keeping her as a pet.

Then I bit into the crispy suckling pork very unpromisingly.

Suddenly.

Mouth full of oil.

The crispy roasted pork skin made a crisp crackling sound the moment it was bitten off, and underneath was the pork with a fruity aroma, which was much more delicious than the chicken drumsticks eaten along the way.
To be continued...