The woman stood in front of him, her eyes tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her lips full and bright.
Feng Qingchen pursed her lips intuitively, and there was a slightly suppressed emotion in her eyes, which was as vague and distant as the moonlight.
"Why should I kill you?" Feng Qingchen forced herself to look away, clasped her hands under her head, crossed her slender legs on the bed, and glanced at An Yi lightly.
"Huh?" Anyi quickly opened her eyes. Don't you want to kill her?
"Just now, that..." An Yi raised his finger, touched his lips, and then pointed at Feng Qingchen's lips.
"I want to kill you and keep you till now? You have been coveting my beauty for more than a day or two!" Feng Qingchen snorted coldly.
An Yi's eyes widened, coveting his beauty?
"Don't talk nonsense. Who covets your beauty? I've told you many times. The last time I was trying to save you, but this time I was really careless!" An Yi blushed and stepped back to sit at the table. On the stool.
"Then you accidentally peeked at me while I was bathing?" Feng Qingchen glanced at her and raised the corner of her lips coldly.
An Yi swayed, almost falling off the stool, and hurriedly leaned on the table to take a breath: "That one was also accidental. I just wanted to kindly remind you that there is still hot water in the pot, so I'm afraid you would take a cold shower and get cold!"
Feng Qingchen crossed her legs, and the corners of her bright red lips became wider and wider: "Really? So, you peeked at me, I still want to thank you!"
Anyi waved her hands awkwardly: "No need to thank you, no need to thank me, this is what I should do!"
Feng Qingchen glanced at her and suddenly pointed at the peanuts on the table, "Are those made for me?"
Anyi nodded quickly, held the plate with both hands and offered it: "Try, sugar-crusted peanuts, my specialty!"
Feng Qingchen's hand behind her head didn't move at all, but her mouth opened.
An Yi had no choice but to step forward with the plate in hand, take the peanuts and put them in his mouth.
"It's delicious!" Feng Qingchen said calmly, crossing her legs comfortably, and continued to indicate with her eyes.
An Yi cursed the boy in his heart and threw peanuts into Feng Qingchen's mouth with a smile on his face.
If she accidentally threw peanuts into his throat... An Yi suddenly raised the corners of his lips evilly.
Feng Qingchen looked at her: "Are you scolding me?"
Anyi quickly waved his hand: "How dare I? You are the uncle and you can crush me to death with one finger. How dare I scold you?"
Feng Qingchen sat up all of a sudden, and An Yi instinctively moved back, causing the peanuts to spill out.
Feng Qingchen bent down, grabbed the peanut, and looked up at An Yi coldly.
An Yi smiled and said, "Slippery hands!"
Feng Qingchen didn't speak any more, but took the plate herself. After a while, she had finished the whole plate of sugar-crusted peanuts.
An Yi raised his eyebrows slightly. This person was picky about food. Apart from the crispy fish, this was the second thing he ate without restraint.
"Go to sleep!" Feng Qingchen raised her hand and gave the plate to An Yi.
Anyi quickly answered it and watched him turn over and fall asleep inside.
An Yi frowned. After eating so much fried food, can he sleep immediately?
Anyi blew out the candle and fumbled to get on the bed.
Normally, there would be nothing wrong with him lying down, but today, for some unknown reason, An Yi felt that the breath of the man next to him was pervasive, the cold green lotus fragrance mixed with the sweet smell of peanuts.
Unexpectedly, thinking of that kiss again, An Yi couldn't help but lick her lips quietly, turned slightly, and suddenly found the man staring at her sideways with a pair of gleaming phoenix eyes.
