doting queen

When Zhuang Yan went, the young master was sitting in the yard, hugging his legs and shivering from the cold, his little mouth was black and blue, he was so pitiful.

As soon as he stepped into the room with his long legs, the young master ran into the back room like a frightened bird, looking at him vigilantly with his dark eyes.

Zhuang Yansheng is serious, and looks like a local snake when he doesn't smile.Afraid to scare his darling, he didn't go there either. He put his things on the stone table outside, found straw to wipe the chairs clean, and turned to look at the young master.

The young master shrank his body again, like a little hedgehog.

The corner of Zhuang Yan's mouth raised, and he retreated outside the yard. The wall of the house was not high. He put his hands on the wall and found a hidden place to peek.

His little heart was really hungry after waiting for a while, and he walked out lightly. He was timid and stood in the yard for a long time before he dared to move over.

The egg custard is so fragrant that the young master can smell it through the box.

With food, he became more courageous, sitting on the stone stool, holding the bowl and eating in small mouthfuls, as if he was so beautiful that he even squinted his eyes.

Zhuang Yan took a deep breath, just wanting to bite his little mouth.

The young master ate half a bowl, and went inside to knock on Fugui's door.

Fugui yelled at him, "What's your name, you're going to die!"

The young master blinked, but this time there were no red eyes, he held the remaining half bowl like a little chicken, took a bite and glanced at the door, as if saying, "Ah, you don't eat it yourself, I'm alone I ate it all."

He ate a small mouthful of the steamed buns next to him, frowning, as if he disliked eating old corn, but he still put away the steamed buns.

Fugui said that if you don't know how to cook, you will starve to death.

I don't know if I can eat something tomorrow.

And Zhuang Yan, who was watching from the side, smiled, and said in his heart, "Squeamish! But squeamish is good, a squeamish little mouth can act like a baby."

After the young master fell asleep on the stone table, he turned solemnly into the courtyard, and sat beside the young master, staring at the young master's wet red lips.One couldn't help it, he pressed his finger on it, and the soft touch made his mind go blank.

The young master was having a sweet dream, dreaming that he was eating egg custard, and his mother brought him sweet and sour candied haws as a snack.

He swallowed it in one bite, for fear that someone would take it away.

He licked the "candy gourd" with his flexible tongue, and circled it a few times, but he couldn't taste it, so he held it hard.

It can make the solemnity in full swing.

He swallowed, and pulled out his fingers, ready to bite the young master's mouth.

The young master had no food, he felt wronged in his dream, his eyelashes moved, as if he was about to wake up, Zhuang Yan was afraid of scaring the young master, so he grabbed the box and left.

The young master opened his eyes the moment he left, and he stared at him, frowning, not happy, the candied haws hadn't been finished yet!

Zhuang Yan went home and took out the young master's clothes, hugged them in his arms, smelled them carefully, tossed and turned, and fell asleep lightly in the early hours of the morning:

If it doesn't work, he must think of a way to kiss the young master's mouth to quench his thirst in the future, otherwise he will be tortured to death by the young master.