Muang's smile was even brighter, “Want to know the solution, remember to sneak up on me tonight. ”
The redness on Yingmei's face became deeper, and the cold as ice cream once was, at this moment, turned into a tangle of desire and despair.
From a cold night's perspective, it's even more like Shadowy is blushing, in...
Ambiguous, emotional?!
No, I can't! It can't go on like this.
Otherwise, if this scene is seen by the King, I'm afraid Miss Jun and Yingmei will not survive.
The cold night is about to go up and force the two of us apart.
But he felt nothing but a flower in front of him, and a human figure appeared behind Mu's face sometime.
While Mu Yan was still trying to reach out to make a scene, he grabbed her by the collar and dragged her into his arms.
Muang felt his body crashing into an iron stone embrace.
The shoulders were all bumped into a raw pain.
As soon as he looked up, he looked into God's dark eyes.
Her eyes lit up, “Why are you back so early today? How's Bao? Did you eat and sleep well? How's it going? Did you miss me...”
The Emperor's face is as dark as a pan!
Without answering a word, he took Muang's collar and pulled it straight into the room.
“Hey, Emperor, do you know what gentleness means? It's either resistant or dragged. You think it's a sack! ”
……
Mu Yan was curious that he had not dragged her back to her bedroom this time, but had taken her to a special room.
The kitchen!
What did Dylan bring her to the kitchen for?
Put her down with your big hand on the chair by the table.
Mu Yan was about to get up, but the Emperor glanced at him coldly, "Be quiet. ”
Muay blinked. The man was angry. What did he do to himself?
But after all, he sat down.
Then she saw a scene that stared at her.
The Emperor did not know where to take a sky blue apron and threw it in front of Mu 'an.
With a slight chin up, he said proudly: "Put it on for Benjun! ”
The voice is very cold, the surrounding atmosphere is very dazzling and handsome.
But wait!
What the hell is he wearing an apron for?
The apron, the emperor... this... is a match for the heavens and the sun shoulder?
Mu Yan fainted, stood up and tied the apron for the Emperor.
Afterwards, he saw Lord Kim Jong-gui's king, who stood in front of the stove and began cooking skilled stir-fry dishes.
Muyan: “………"
Wait, isn't she hallucinating?
The Emperor's cooking himself?
Mu Yan rubbed his eyes and rubbed again.
But the scene hasn't changed a bit.
Jesus Christ!!
The emperor is really cooking, and he's still cooking in an apron!
The point is, why does this man look so handsome and so elegant in such a feminine apron, sitting on the throne, cruising his territory?
Just moments of Muay's inactivity.
Sprayed meals have been served.
The Emperor looked indifferent and even frowned slightly. He scooped a bowl of soup with his own hands and put it in front of Mu Yan: “Want to eat? ”
“Eat! Eat! ”
Mu Yan suddenly looked back and tasted the soup.
Fresh flavors fill the lips and teeth.
She suddenly glared at the emperor and looked incredibly at him, “Did you cook all the meals the other day? ”