Chapter 1131: The adorable little general of the "Oiran" (16)
"I……"
Looking at the beautiful face close at hand, Xiang Xing's eyes straightened and he only murmured blankly.
He quickly came back to his senses, and he couldn't help but shook his small head violently, and squeezed his body back until his back gloriously hit the door.
The pain caused her little nose to wrinkle slightly, and while breathing lowly, she murmured, "I'm going to return something, not to give something..."
"There is no difference."
The man chuckled and raised his brow slightly.
He slowly loosened Xiang Xing, then Yingying turned around, wandered to the small tea table in the middle of his boudoir, and sat down.
Later, he turned his head and bent his slender knuckles, tapped rhythmically on the table top of the tea table, and blinked at the little guy.
"Little General Xiang, come here and sit down."
He laughed, his eyes and voice both charming.
Xiang Xing originally hesitated a little, but when she glanced at the dangling tabletop inadvertently, her eyes widened suddenly.
I saw that there were not only two cups of tea on the tea table.
I'm still holding a plate and looking at the exquisite and delicious Yunpian Cake, Pineapple Cake, Osmanthus Dumpling, Dragon Beard Cake, Red Bean Lily Cake...
They are all her favorite snacks!
This time is good, because Situ Ling was pulled here because he didn't eat dinner, and after experiencing the series of storms just now, Xiang Xing was already hungry and tired at this moment.
Seeing the delicious and sweet snacks, her halazi dripped down instantly.
His feet were more like being manipulated by something, and he involuntarily walked towards Feng Lan.
He sat down on the seat he had prepared.
Just sitting still, those slick eyes stared at the sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling closest to her, and swallowed unconsciously.
However, he was a little cautious and didn't take it immediately. Instead, he held his finger slightly and pressed his lips lightly.
Look at the sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings, and then at the man beside him.
Seeing her look like this, Feng Lan couldn't help but laugh.
The perfectly-lined wrist slightly supported the tight jaw, his head was tilted slightly, and the peach blossom eyes gazed at the little guy radiantly.
"This is Fengxiang Tower. There are no rules and regulations in the palace and your general's mansion. If you want to eat it, just eat it."
With the other hand, he held up the jade chopsticks, picked up a crystal and round sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling, and gently placed it in the small dish in front of her.
As the chopsticks were loosened, the jade chopsticks suddenly paused.
Then, with a faint chuckle, suddenly came from Xiang Xing's ear, "Or...Little General Xiang wants the slave family to serve you and feed you, eh?"
"...I, I can eat it myself!"
When he said this, Xiang Xing made his whole person jump up.
Suddenly grabbed the chopsticks in front of him in a hurry, poked the sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling directly, and swallowed it in one bite.
In the end, this mouthful made her choke, and her small face was instantly flushed with the sudden feeling of suffocation.
"...Tsk,"
Feng Lan was taken aback for a moment, and hurriedly stretched out his arms, pulled Xiang Xing into his arms, and hugged it with his arms.
The arm made a slight effort at the waist and abdomen, but in an instant, the sweet-scented osmanthus dumpling was successfully forced out.
The little guy was relieved now, his little head tilted and hit the table directly dizzyly.
Just slumped sideways in such a miserable way, the little hand subconsciously patted his chest and followed his breath.