Rong Huang bulged her cheeks so that she wouldn't look better because of Feng's disease, and her spells were a little more powerful, and she would like him if she protects her a little more on weekdays.

Humph!

Fu Huai's gaze swept over the little girl's pale pink ears, with a greater smile in her eyes, raising her hand and gently pressing the top of Rong Huang's hair, "So don't beat other men too close."

"I will be jealous."

Once the long backlog of emotions were confided, Fu Huaijun's eyebrows and eyes were relaxed, but his words were extremely possessive.

Fu Huai looked at the little Rong Huang, her heart softened, and her eyes filled with ink filled with ink.

Rong Huang let out a soft voice, his eyes blank, his voice soft and milky.

Smelling the faint scent of milk on the girl's body, and the girl's milky voice in her ears, Fu Huai's Adam's apple moved slightly, and the hands lightly resting on Rong Huang's waist were slowly clenched and released.

Finally, Fu Huai sighed briefly and lowered his head.

The man's body leaned down, and Rong Huang was gagged before he could react.

Rong Huang: Meow meow?

After a long time, Rong Huang was pinched by Fu Huai and placed on his lap. His lips were red, the tails of his eyes were pink, and his apricot eyes were shiny.

Obviously an emotional appearance.

The same was true for Fu Huai, the gasp in his throat was low and sexy, and the desire in his eyes could not dissipate for a long time.

Fu Huai's palm was slowly rubbing against Rong Huang's Yingying waist, as if measuring the slenderness of the little girl's waist inch by inch.

With a creepy sense of occupation.

"Fu Huai." The little girl in her arms called him softly, Fu Huai leaned back in the chair lazily, and responded lazily.

Just after responding, a small hand slapped him in the face.

Click.

The strength is not heavy, it is more like touching.

Fu Huai was startled, and then chuckled lightly, her voice dull, with a secret desire, "Zai Zhai is tickling me?"

Rong Huang gritted his teeth, bad things.

Rong Huang leaned back, and with a hey, he slammed his head on Fu Huai's chest.

Let you kiss me, the king has a temper!

Fu Huai frowned lightly and snorted.

Suddenly being smashed by Rong Huang like this, it did hurt a bit, but it was still bearable.

Fu Huai squeezed Rong Huang's small paw, and didn't blame him, but lowered his eyes to look at Rong Huang's forehead, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt." Rong Huang grabbed the clothes on Fu Huai's chest, wrinkled the originally flat clothes, and said stiffly.

In fact, of course it hurts, Fu Huai's chest is so hard.

Seeing the little girl's grievances, Fu Huai sighed, rubbed Rong Huang's forehead lightly with his fingers, and said slowly, "It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, cub be good."

Rong Huang was so coaxed by Fu Huai that his whole person floated up, and he half-squinted at Fu Huai. Since he was so sincere, the king would forgive him for the time being.

When Rong Huang returned to his original vitality, Fu Huai sighed in relief.

At this time, a bell rang outside, and Rong Huang's eyes lit up.

It's time for dinner!

Rong Huang swayed his calf and wanted to go down, but was held by Fu Huai, "What are you doing?"

Rong Huang licked his lips and looked out the door eagerly, lest the lion head be snatched away tonight, "Supper, eat dinner!"

He twisted and wanted to get off Fu Huai's legs.

Fu Huai was a little bit dumbfounded when he heard the words, put the little girl off her lap, touched Ronghuang's head, and once again instructed, "After eating, stay in the room and don't go anywhere. Men are all stunned. Open, nothing good."

Under Rong Huang's clear and clean gaze, Fu Huai continued to say, "Of course, I am an exception."

Rong Huang: Bah.