"Okay, no need to drink anymore."
He took the spoon from Ye Qingli's hand.
Then, he put the spoonful of porridge directly into his mouth.
"real?"
Ye Qingli showed an expression of surprise for a moment.
But right away, she realized that her expression didn't seem quite right...
Because, she saw a very angry expression on Jun Aohan's face.
"I was just talking casually, just pretend you didn't hear..."
"My king, I must give you a try to see if this bowl of porridge tastes good..."
Jun Aohan made a low and hoarse voice.
However, after saying this, he did not pick up the spoon, but directly put down the porridge bowl.
Then, a hand reached over Ye Qingli's shoulder.
A strong and strong masculine scent immediately made Ye Qingli almost intoxicated.
What does this guy want to do?
Just when she was still guessing what Jun Aohan was thinking.
Jun Aohan was already very rude and hugged her into his arms.
Because he had a bowl of porridge in his mouth, his voice was still a little unclear.
"I just want you to know that as long as it is done by me, even if it is poison, you must drink it..."
What the hell!
This guy is too domineering, right?
Just as Ye Qingli was about to break away from him, Jun Aohan had already lowered his head.
Then, his thin yet firm lips, like sharp swords, directly covered Ye Qingli's lips.
"Well……"
Ye Qingli hasn't reacted yet.
A burst of heat made her lost in an instant.
However, this was not the heat brought by Jun Aohan's masculine aura.
But, the mouthful of porridge in his mouth...
His tongue stuck out extremely domineeringly, like a general occupying his territory unscrupulously.
Then, he put the bowl of porridge in his mouth into Ye Qingli's mouth without any reservation.
"Hiss——"
Ye Qingli pursed her lips hard.
"Bah, bah, bah, you guy, you want to burn me to death!"
She tried hard to push Jun Aohan away.
However, Jun Aohan's strong arms did not loosen at all.
He held her tightly in his arms.
His tongue still kept running between Ye Qingli's lips.
It's like venting.
Ye Qingli is sure that this guy must have done it on purpose!
However, the porridge he cooked seemed to taste really good...
"Does this king's porridge taste good?"
Until this wanton kiss made Ye Qingli's whole body sore and weak, and even her little fingers had no strength at all.
He then came close to her ear and whispered.
Ye Qingli felt as if all the strength in his body was being drained.
She leaned lazily in Jun Aohan's arms.
"The taste seems pretty good..."
She was not comforting Jun Aohan.
Indeed, the taste of this bowl of porridge was really, beyond her expectation, delicious...
Originally, she was worried that with someone like Jun Aohan, who had never been in the kitchen, would the porridge he made be edible?
However, even if it is not delicious in the world, at least it is at the level of an average chef.
"I underestimated you."
Ye Qingli patted his palm.
"Hmph, this time, you know how powerful this king is, right?"
Jun Aohan said proudly.
