The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

She hasn't eaten a crane, not to mention what it tastes like.

Just wanted to swallow.

Return to the palace.

Dinner's on the table.

Su Yan stabbed himself in the chair, beside the phoenix to serve.

She didn't even need chopsticks and reached out to one of the dishes.

“The Crane. ”

Phoenix stretches out the jade bone chopsticks and clamps them.

Feed it to her mouth.

She's eating, um, nice.

Since the day Su Yan was fed by Phoenix.

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And Xiaoxiao obeyed, and he gave her whatever she ate.

When I was thinking about it, I had just eaten two chopsticks of fairy crane meat, and the bowl of porridge was served.

Small metaphor, light and gentle.

“Bishop? ”

Su Smoke looked seriously at the metaphor.

Just look in the metaphorical eyes, those watery eyes blink, really want to make people kiss.

She was going to say, don't eat.

The metaphor has been spooned and handed over.

“Bishop, the meat is cold, too much is bad for your stomach, you can eat as much as you want after some porridge. ”

Then... Su Smoke opened his mouth silently.

Eat it bite by bite.

Phoenix looked at her seriously and obediently, with a shallow smile.

Lower your head and kiss her cheek.

Su smoked porridge and went to see him on the side.

She looked at the man with a gentle smile on her face.

“The Visionary Patriarch forgives his sins, but he cannot help but see the Patriarch. ”

Su Yan looked at his spoon of porridge and tried to feed it again.

Reach out, knock it off.

Then pull the collar on his chest and bring the man closer to himself.

The next moment, he kissed up.

Kiss him better than drink porridge.

It was just a shallow kiss.

But I don't know how it developed, and finally, the kiss became more and more ambiguous and intense.

Su Smoke's long shirt was thrown on the floor.

She pressed the metaphor in a totally offensive position.

Well, it fits perfectly with her bishop.

It's just... she was kissed with a blush.

A long hand pressed against her head and never let go.

A long time later.

This kiss is over.

Su Smoke snapped and fell into Phoenix's arms.

Just look at him and the thin lips are darker.

Breathing was heavier, and then it didn't seem to change much from before.

Against Su smoke, the coat was ripped off, and the bright red silk veil thin shirt was pulled for the most part, revealing a fine white shoulder.

The hair was chaotic, eyes were watery, and the whole person lay on the body of a metaphor.

A blush.

Phoenix hugged her and pulled her thin shirt.

After a while, his breathing stabilized. Ask.

“Bishop, may we continue our meal? ”

As he spoke, he looked at the bowl of porridge that was supposed to be on the table.

By now, it had fallen under the table.

And under that bowl of porridge... lay a parchment roll.

Phoenix was stunned.

By the way, when he came in, he put the parchment roll at the corner of the table.

The motion was probably so intense that I couldn't find it on the floor with porridge and parchment rolls.

He bent down, reached out and picked up the parchment roll.

Apologies.

“Bishop."

Su Smoke's head came out of his arms.

Look at the parchment with the porridge, just talking.

And all of a sudden, she looked at the parchment and she saw some black lines.

She stunned.

Then reach for it.

Take a good look.

Put the parchment roll on the table, grab the bottle next to it, and pour it all over.

Soon, parchment rolls soaked.