Mù Qiānxún pouted.
Especially aggrieved.
Lips pursed, not speaking, she just used that watery gaze she had in bed to look at him.
Which made Ou Zun itch with desire.
Unable to even put down the bowl, he leaned in and nibbled on her lips.
The fragrance of the bird's nest wafted up to him.
Indeed, the bird's nest she'd eaten smelled better than what was in the bowl.
Mù Qiānxún's face darkened, and she wrapped herself up in the quilt.
Her expression turned serious, "Ou Zun, we need to have a proper talk."
Ou Zun's laughter was unrestrained.
"Mhm, you speak, I'll listen."
At this moment, he was rather obedient. Then he picked up the bird's nest soup, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to her lips.
"Take a bite first."
Mù Qiānxún was truly hungry, the bird's nest was well-cooked, and recently Ou Zun had been ordering her favorite foods every day, so she could not resist the temptation.
She ate with a scowl.
