sir he is sweet

In Murong Sheng's eyes, Qi Chao is usually omnipotent.

Since he was young, this thin-natured and cold-tempered man had been in his heart, and he never wanted him for a moment.

To love is to possess and nothing else.

"gentlemen--"

Murong Sheng frowned, and passed the grass ring that he had woven in his hand, "Come on, bow your head."

The man frowned, staring at the crude grass ring with a bit of distaste, "What are you doing?"

Murong Sheng shook his head, giggled, stood on tiptoe, and put it on his head.

"Sir, it looks good!"

Qi Zhao's eyes widened in shock, and he lost his composure rarely.

He didn't seem to like wearing such simple things, and he endured it for a while, his expression was a little out of control, and the corners of his lips twitched slightly.

But in the end still did not reach out to take it off.

"It's really beautiful!"

Murong Sheng began to talk nonsense in a serious manner.

In fact, it is not completely nonsense, this life is beautiful, even if you wear a grass ring, it is still very beautiful.

Qi Zhao froze, and in the end he really didn't move, just wearing the braided grass ring, and walked back with Murong Sheng all the way.

"Are you hungry, sir?"

Murong Sheng smiled very satisfied, the two walked side by side, one of his claws dangled dishonestly, and soon swayed under the man's wide sleeve.

He grabbed the man's cold palm.

Qi Zhao tilted his head and looked over with a smile in his eyes.

"Mister's hands are so cold." Murong Sheng blinked and looked back frankly, "I'll keep them warm."

Qi Zhao didn't move, and let him hold it, feeling the warmth from his palm and the strength of his grip.

The corners of the lips curled up involuntarily.

"gentlemen."

Murong Sheng talked a lot, and he babbled all the way, "It's hot here during the day, but it's still cold outside at night, sir, you should remember to wear an extra layer of clothes."

"What do you use for breakfast, sir? I think the spicy food here in the southern border is not bad, but the sour ones are a bit boring. As for the sweet ones—"

Huh?

Murong Sheng held Qi Zhao's palm, approached in three steps in two steps, stretched out his hand and moved the grass ring, "It's crooked!"

In Futu City in the southern border, there are all kinds of costumes, but it doesn't look strange. Murong Sheng held Qi Zhao's hand and walked all the way, attracting the attention of many people.

The two of them are both of good looks, and walking together holding hands, it is naturally an extremely beautiful scenery, and even if there is someone throwing a handkerchief, Murong Sheng tried his best to block it.

He stood in front of Qi Zhao, with a bright smile on his face, and unceremoniously dismissed the onlookers, "Go, go, the famous flower already has an owner, so don't worry about it."

The folk customs here are open. When women go to the street, they don't need to sneak a look at handsome men. Instead, they can come forward to watch, throw a handkerchief, or even follow them for a while. It's no problem.

"Oh... so it's a couple!"

Women gathered around them in groups, laughing and laughing: "Master, we don't mind serving this gentleman together with you."

As soon as these words came out, Murong Sheng almost jumped up.

"Aha? What?"

His eyes were wide open, almost inconceivable, "You don't mind?"

Raising his hand to pull Qi Chao, Murong Sheng squeezed them tightly, pretending to be fierce and glaring at them, "I mind! I mind!"

He didn't like Qi Zhao being stared at like this, so he quickly dragged him to a trot.

Get rid of this group of guys who are confused by beauty!

Qi Zhao ran after him, being dragged left and right to avoid the flow of people, he walked back and forth along the gap between people, and quickly got rid of the people behind him.

"Sir, I invite you to eat! What do you want to eat?"

Murong Sheng stopped, out of breath.

His brow was covered with sweat, his eyes were shining brightly, revealing the freshness and vividness of life.

It seems that even the eyes are full of warmth.

Qi Zhao clutched his chest, panting a bit from running, and shook his head amusedly when he saw this, "I'm full after eating the north wind."

It happened to be running northward just now.

Murong Sheng scratched his head embarrassingly, took his arm, and leaned over to be good-looking, "It was my fault just now, I ran away in a hurry, but I just don't like the way they look at you!"

As he spoke, he almost jumped angrily, "They... If I wasn't there just now, I'm afraid they would have swallowed you alive!"

Qi Zhao's face turned pale, he rubbed his heart, coughed for a while, his breathing became worse, and he took a breath, "I don't eat well."

He was seriously joking, and squeezed Murong Sheng's warm paws, "Mmm...that's delicious, I want to eat that."

Murong Sheng followed his gaze and couldn't help being surprised, "It's osmanthus cake again?"

Why does a big man like eating sweets so much?

"Can't you?"

Upon hearing this, Qi Zhao was immediately unhappy, and asked back with a frown.

Like a big furry tiger.

Murong Sheng recalled in his mind the one raised by Fuyi on the back mountain.

Not to mention...it really looks like it.

That big white tiger was not born badly, and its figure was also mighty and handsome.

"Pay!"

There was a sudden hit on the head, and the whole person was pushed forward.

Murong Sheng stood firm and looked back, but only got a puffed up head.

The man doesn't look at him.

Thinking of this, Murong Sheng couldn't help laughing.

The food in the southern border is very different from that in Kyoto, but because it is located in the traffic fortress in the four directions, there are also some snacks from different places.

Osmanthus cake--

Murong Sheng gave some more money and bought all the sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

The old lady at the street stall couldn't close her mouth with a smile, and said repeatedly, "There are a lot more, there is no need for so many."

How much is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake?The few pieces of silver that Murong Sheng gave were enough to buy a basket of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

"Don't look for it, just give me some more of that—"

Murong Sheng smiled gently and politely, and pointed to the side.

It is Huaguo Sutang, which has been kneaded into various shapes. It is a worthless gadget, but it is better than exquisiteness.

The old lady filled him with more crispy candies, and she did not forget to take a look at Qi Zhao who was not far away and turned her back to this side, and said with a smile: "Are you making trouble? Mr. Lang bought some cakes and crispy candies to coax him away." That gentleman is sure to work, our young gentlemen in the southern border are the best at this."

Murong Sheng took the paper bag, thanked him again and again, and then held it in front of Qi Zhao, smiling with crooked eyes, "It's still hot!"

The man is tall and tall, looking back with his hands behind his back, he alone has an excellent color.

"Cough... um..."

He stretched out, and Yubai's fingers squeezed out the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and he pretended to look at it, "Since His Highness bought it, it's not good to waste it, just—"

Take a very elegant bite.

Murong Sheng was amused by him, led him for a stroll, and suddenly leaned close to his head for a sneak attack. In the scene where this person was caught off guard, he took a mouthful and took most of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake from Qi Zhao's fingertips.

By the way, he licked the man's fingers maliciously.