Swallowing the food in her mouth, Yun Ge picked up her chopsticks and jabbed at a piece of spicy tofu: "Hiss, this is too spicy!"
"Because Shujun likes spicy food." She replied matter-of-factly.
Yun Ge cast a plaintive glance at her with his soft eyes, "When will you also start caring for a bit?"
"Why are you so easily jealous?" Dong Huiying couldn’t help but laugh, then quickly lifted a bowl that was upside down: "Look, this is what you love, fried spring rolls and layered pastry!"
Yun Ge’s eyes lit up, and suddenly he held Dong Huiying’s face and gave her a strong kiss: "Purple chervil, purple chervil, you’re truly my good purple chervil!"
Dong Huiying couldn’t decide whether to laugh or feel helpless, wiping the saliva off her cheek, she gave him a playful glare.
Holding spring rolls in her left hand and a stack of layered pastries in her right, Yun Ge brought up the previous topic again: "Aren’t you worried about your Lao Si going out? I rember he seems to have enemies in the Capital, right?"
The Northwest Wolf King, with all his might and fa, tsk tsk tsk! Tell , what’s up with this purple chervil? She really got it right, just casually marrying a few husbands, though these n are restless troublemakers, starting from scratch, each one of them is amazing. If you set aside the prejudice stemming from fighting for favor, even Yun Ge had to admire these n.
Dong Huiying scratched her neck, "A man can’t be kept at ho all the ti, right? It’s not like they’re pets. And even if they were pets, you can’t be overprotective. I know he’ll be fine, and that he can take care of himself, that’s enough!" Besides, before Haoming left, she had given him a pile of things for self-defense.
With those things, tsk tsk tsk, it’s best no one sses with Haoming, otherwise, ha, there’s much to see!
Sure enough.
After the al was set, Dong Huiying went to wake Shujun, and the couple was sweet again, feeding each other, giving Yun Ge who shared the table a mouthful of the sickly sweet romance.
After the al, a man with a cold and solemn deanor returned against the snowstorm.
The sharp look between his brows was intimidating, and his whole body exuded an aura of death. Dressed in black, he looked neat and clean, yet carried a strong scent of blood.
"You’re back!" Dong Huiying got up to greet him, "I saved you so food." Despite his tall and robust figure, Haoming surprisingly liked sweet food, which was quite amusing when you think about it.
She smiled with her eyes, and the cold glint in the man’s gaze seed to lt like snow.
But suddenly, the gentle expression stiffened a bit.
Staring intently at the kiss marks on his wife’s neck, he frowned slightly: "Third Brother?" His wife would never allow any man outside of her brothers to get close, and among the six brothers at ho, only Third Brother had such mischief.
Dong Huiying instinctively touched her neck, a bit embarrassed, her expression also slightly helpless. Shujun seed to particularly enjoy leaving kiss marks on her, especially on the neck, and after every rry mont, there would always be small red marks on her neck as if Shujun was marking her or stamping her as his property.
"Yes, he went to sleep after eating, just arrived today."
Haoming nodded, indicating that he understood. Then, he gently stepped forward, wrapped his hands around his wife’s waist, and kissed her neck again and again.
Unlike Third Brother, he didn’t leave kiss marks on his wife, but with every lick and kiss, it seed like he was trying to cover the scent Third Brother left on his wife with his own.
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