The outer room is brightly lit.

On the table in the middle, there were several exquisite dishes and a pot of wine.

Mo Liancheng did not put her down on the chair, but sat down by himself and let her sit on his legs, with an ambiguous posture. One of his big hands wrapped around her slender waist, and the other hand poured himself a glass of wine and drank it. Just as he killed someone, it was like stepping on an ant to death.

Qu Tan'er's eyebrows and eyes were low, but it was hard to see what she was thinking.

He picked up a bite of the dish and brought it to her mouth. She was stunned for a moment, but opened her mouth to eat it. Seeing that she was rarely able to cooperate like this, his expression slowed down a little, "Promise me. If it's okay, don't leave the house casually."

"..." Qu Tan'er didn't understand, so she raised her little head and stared at him, hoping that he could understand more, "Did the man outside just now come to kill me?"

"Not necessarily, it may be this king, or it may not be a killer, a spy, or something."

"It seems that your Eighth Prince's Mansion may not be much safe."

"It's yours, too."

"I won't force it if it doesn't belong to me."

"Oh, are you still angry with me?" Mo Liancheng smiled slightly, but did not insist on her. Instead, he picked up the dishes and fed her bite by bit, but he himself didn't eat any of them, just drinking.

Qu Tan'er originally wanted to say that she had hands and could eat it by herself, but after thinking about it, she still pretended to be so many places to mess with him tonight. She scolded him several times and asked him to catch one of her. But until now, he has not gotten angry and has not tormented her to death, which is considered to be particularly kind.

But, the two of them felt a little strange like this.

Will it be too close? Too unusual?

Is Mo Liancheng's hobby suddenly changing? He likes to feed women to eat?

And she is that unlucky trial product?

However, after sitting for a long time, I always feel a little uncomfortable and I can't help but adjust my posture. At this time... Mr. Mir groaned, his expression was a little weird, and he was a little hoarsely warning: "If it's okay, don't move around."

"What if there is any shadow outside the window, would I sit still?" A woman replied in a low voice, completely deviating from the direction. She was only sure of it.

"Someone wants to kill you, do you think you can escape?"

"..." The little face became wilted. Indeed, she really couldn't escape, so... silence was the best answer. However, the more she maintained this posture with him, the more she felt the air around her became stuffy. At least she had experienced that kind of thing between men and women, it was no longer a fool, so she naturally knew the changes in Mo Liancheng.

In order to avoid fire from being fired by abstained by abstaining the gun.

Finally, Qu Tan'er raised her small hands and asked with a wry smile: "Master, I have something to say."

"Tell me."

"My two little hands are not injured."

"I'm not blind."

"Then why not let me sit and eat?"

"..." Mo Liancheng froze and then asked slowly: "Are you full?"

"Yeah, it's almost done."

"Then it's my turn."

"Okay, the prince will put me down and you can eat it slowly."

"No, I am hungry, but only you can feed you."

Mo Liancheng smiled strangely, suddenly stood up in her arms, and strode inward.
Chapter completed!