"Idiot, you just know."

"I knew it earlier."

"How early?"

"First time I see you."

"Aunt Liu said we were only one year old at that time."

Zhao Rong said seriously: "Yes, you kept kicking me in the cradle."

"Why do you even..." Zhao Lingfei opened her eyes wide, but stopped talking, scooped up a spoonful of porridge, handed it to him, and when she saw him eating it, she raised her head and said:

"Okay, whoever asked you to kiss me is so young and dishonest, I will kick you."

Zhao Rongzheng lowered his head and rolled up his sleeves, then raised his head curiously, "What did you say?"

Concubine Zhao Ling stared at him with her cold eyes.

"I said, let you kiss me, huh, I won't kick you... uh uh... uh."

Halfway through her arrogant words, she was gagged, and the man's eyes were very close.

Zizzi!

"Uh...uh uh..."

After half a stick of incense.

Zizzi!

Bo!

Zhao Rong leaned back, then stretched out his fingers and scratched off the crystal silver thread connecting the two petals. He turned back, adjusting his Confucian shirt, and shook his head, "I have never heard of such a strange thing.

Require."

"…………"

Zhao Lingfei's autumn eyes widened and she stared at him angrily. Her slightly swollen pink lips subconsciously opened and closed slightly, and she was breathing out fragrance slightly.

Her lip color was a little different in the sunlight.

Zhao Rong snatched the bowl from Zhao Lingfei's hand, took a spoonful of it, and brought it to the glass of water that had been drained to the bottom.

Zhao Lingfei bit her silver teeth. She couldn't do anything to deal with this shameless bastard, so she turned her face away and said, "It's cold, so I won't eat it."

Zhao Rong touched the wall of the bowl and nodded, but his eyes suddenly brightened, "It's okay, I'll warm you up."

Slowly, as I kept feeding the porridge, I no longer needed a spoon...
Chapter completed!