Is this self-hypnosis okay?

Why are you addicted to this expression? My face was crumpled, and I almost stamped my feet to show that the soup was awful.

Just after thinking about it, Yan Chao saw the little girl suffocating half of the cup of soup, twisting her brows and squinting her eyes. She stamped her feet on the ground twice and she jumped.

Yan Chao almost laughed out loud, collapsed a face slightly, looked away, covered up the cup of soup and delivered it to his mouth.

He didn't feel much about the spicy and bitter soup in his mouth, but he couldn't help but feel that this little girl was really soft and cute.

After drinking the soup in the cup, Yan Chao saw the little girl sucking the juice from the staff with a straw in her mouth.

It is estimated that there is a lot of **** mixed in this soup. After Chu Ci poured it down in one breath, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead. Although this feeling is quite comfortable, the spicy and bitter taste in the mouth is still somewhat acceptable. No more.

Yan Zhao took a few mouthfuls to finish the soup in the cup and set the cup aside. The little girl looked up and tilted her head, "Senior, don't you feel bitter?"

"It's bitter, but it's good for the body." Yan Zhao lowered his eyes, took a step closer to her, paused slightly with his fingertips, and restrained the move to touch her little head.

"Does senior want a drink?"

drink?

Have you ever drunk it?

Yep....

Yan Zhao's eyes flickered slightly, and she was about to hold back her refusal, when she saw the little girl still wringing her brows bitterly, taking out a bottle of juice from the small bag behind her back.

The little girl's face was white and clean, and she was slightly wrinkled because of the soup she had just drunk, and her nails were painted with water-red gradient nail polish, which further complemented her little hands as white as jade.

The corner of her lips subconsciously put on a sweet smile.

"This is what I asked Miss Chang Wu for."

‘Yanchao’s love value +5, currently 22. ’

You seem cute...a bit too much.

Yan Chao raised his hand to take it, and finally couldn't help but patted her head with a smile, "Really feel so bitter?"

Upon hearing this, the little girl subconsciously bulged her cheeks slightly, making unconscious little movements as if she was having a temper, as if she hadn't recovered from the bitterness just now.

This small appearance provokes Yanchao's chuckle.

There was no courage to finish the drink in one gulp, Mu Sheng held the cup bitterly, and she naturally saw Chu Ci’s'feat' and self-hypnosis just now, and curiously poked her head and asked her, "I'm addicted. ?"

Chu Ci turned his head, smashed his mouth, frowned seriously, and said, "After the meticulous perception of my taste cells, I can't be addicted to this kind of stuff in my life."

This sentence was spoken loudly, and she nodded her head vigorously to confirm the seriousness of her words.

Mu Sheng also showed a worried expression.

And there were others in the director group who wanted to laugh after listening.

Yan Chao put away the drink in his hand and couldn't help but smile.

With frivolous brows, Mu Sheng raised his hand and rubbed the cheek of the little girl who had been greedy for a long time. Then, holding the cup, he turned and smiled, intending to stare at the director team and finish drinking the soup.

The group of people was tossed by the bitter and spicy soup, and when they finally finished drinking, it was time to get in the car and head to the place where they lived in the next week.