Fast Travel: The Villain Is Obsessed with Attacking Me

Downstairs, the meals were already set on the long table, all covered with silver dome covers, but the aroma swirled into Wen Qi's nose through the cracks.

The girl was carried down by the man holding her buttocks in his arms. She turned her head and looked at the dining table with bright eyes, her stomach rumbling even more hungry.

"Sir, hurry up." Wen Qi patted his arm, beckoning him to go faster.

The earl chuckled softly, his brows and eyes soft.

After the girl expressed her feelings, she was not afraid of him at all.

"it is good."

He agreed, kissed her on the cheek, quickened his pace, and sat down on the chair in front of the dining table.

The old butler, who had been waiting for a long time like a transparent person, was already on the spot in shock, staring blankly at the two intimate people.

He had seen the count so many times before, so it was naturally not because of this surprise, but because of the girl's attitude and the way she got along with the count.

He thought that girls would not be afraid at most, but he didn't expect such intimacy.

What surprised the old housekeeper the most was the change in the Earl...

Just as he was thinking, the earl glanced at him lightly, and the old butler suddenly came back to his senses, with a smile on his face involuntarily, he quickly stepped forward to uncover the meals one by one, then turned and left the small building in a good mood.

Miss Wen is really a treasure given to the Earl by God.

he thought to himself.

At the dining table, Wen Qi was still hugged by the man, and the table was full of her favorite dishes.

The count held the cutlery very unskillfully, and struggled to restrain himself so as not to break what was on his hands.

Wen Qi saw her stomach growling, she thumped her calf, and whispered: "Sir, I can eat by myself."

The count raised his head and kissed her on the lips: "Sit down obediently."

As he spoke, he frowned and forked a piece of beef for the girl: "Open your mouth."

That piece of beef was bigger than a girl's mouth.

But the count has tried his best, if he is not afraid of the girl's hunger, he can still cut it for a while.

Wen Qi looked at his awkward hands, amused and soft-hearted, leaned up to him and obediently opened his mouth and took a bite, chewing with puffed cheeks.

The count's eyes were filled with joy, and he coaxed her in a low voice: "Be good, take another bite."

Wen Qi blinked his eyes and obediently took another bite of the piece of meat, only one third remained on the fork.

The man raised his hand to eat, and then began to study how to cut meat and master the tableware.

After the girl swallowed it, the count came over with another dish, and then went back to mastering the tableware, but as long as the girl swallowed it, he would serve the food.

After a meal, the girl just ate, and was even so leisurely as to shake her calves while chewing with her cheeks puffed out, while using her fingers to study the fine and dense scales on his body.

The count dotingly watched her hook his scales, leaned his head and kissed her: "Do you want it?"

As long as she likes it, he is also willing to offer the scales of his heart.

Wen Qi understood what he meant, raised her small hand to touch it, and said softly, "I don't want it, I will only like it when you are on it."

The man couldn't hold back his brows and eyes, and pecked and pecked her lips fondly.

"Well, I'm full." Wen Qi raised his head to avoid the food in his mouth, shook his head and refused.

The earl sighed regretfully, put it in his mouth instead, put down the tableware and took the milk next to her and handed it to her lips, coaxing: "Take a sip."

Milk is not common here.

Wen Qi took a sip obediently. The warm milk was mellow, silky, and sweet. She couldn't help but gurgled a few more mouthfuls. When she looked up, her lips were already stained with milk.

Seeing her, the count felt his heart move. He lowered his head and leaned closer to her, licked it tenderly and then slid in along the flesh of his lips, sweeping away the remaining sweetness.