Mo Xi'er turned her head and glanced at a pile of food on the table and a bottle of wine just opened. She said calmly, "I'm not full tonight. I've just delivered things. Don't waste it." Qingmu Chen is a gentleman in this respect. No matter how bad he is, he can't make her hungry on his wedding night. After all, what will be consumed later is the physical strength of two people. Shrugging his shoulders, he spread his hand and motioned her to continue. Mo Xi'er didn't know what crooked thoughts were thinking in his head. He ate with a knife and fork. Just tasted two mouthfuls of food, his wrist was pressed by Qingmu Chen again. Mo Xi'er squinted at him from the corner of her eye. Before he spoke, she had expected what he would do next“ Here's your knife and fork! " Knowing that he wanted to rob himself, she took the tableware under his eyes and handed it to him. However, Qingmu Chen didn't take it“ Feed me! " His big hand clasped her wrist, and he took it for granted. Mo Xier's heart trembled and his mind was full of saliva on the knife and fork after they shared a pair of tableware. How disgusting! Dirty or not? She hasn't shared a set of tableware with anyone since she was a child. Even when she couldn't eat when she was a child, her parents didn't feed her the things in her bowl. They were all separated. Mo Xi'er stared at his knife and fork for a long time, and his goose bumps were getting up for several times. However, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan“ OK, I'll feed you! " She calmed her face and covered up her dislike in her eyes. With a knife in one hand and a fork in the other hand, she took a piece of fried fish to him. Qing Mu Chen took what she had sent into her mouth with a look of enjoyment. Mo Xier poured him another glass of wine“ The wine of 1873 tastes good! " The glass was handed to him, and she spoke with appreciation“ Is it? Let someone look for some more another day! " Qing Muchen took it and drank all the wine in the cup. His words inexplicably made Mo Xier feel spoiled. Mo Xier poured him another cup. She kept pouring him wine and seldom fed him food. Qingmu Chen was already on an empty stomach. The taste of drinking on an empty stomach was not good. He had drunk so many cups before. His dizzy head was chaotic very quickly. Mo Xi'er sat opposite him and stared at him quietly. His eyes fixed on his face for a few seconds, observed his reaction, looked at his slowly blurred eyes, and the corners of her lips raised“ This bottle is almost finished! " He poured him another glass, stood up and smiled and sent the glass to his lips. Mo Xier raised his hand and took the initiative to feed him. She has a nice smell of Burmese gardenia, faint, and the night wind makes people intoxicated. As we got closer, the fragrance of the flowers became clearer. Qing Muchen didn't know what kind of poison he had been poisoned by. Smelling the aroma on her, he suddenly wanted to indulge in it. The long arm grabbed her hand, pulled her to take it to her side, pressed her to sit on her leg, Qingmu Chen bent over, and kissed her lips. His kiss was no longer fierce when he was in church. He bit her lips / petals, like savoring a feast, containing / sucking, entangled and refused to let go. The smell between her lips was particularly good. She was as clean as her people. She was as clean as a piece of holy snow. She bewitched him and couldn't help but make him want to invade. This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.