"No need." Dongfang Jing didn't even move the corners of her lips.
"That won't work. Your lack of strength in your hands and feet is the fault of this king. This king has to be responsible. This king must feed you." Murong Qianjue raised his eyebrows and leaned forward.
Dongfang Jing had never seen such a shameless person before, he turned sideways and turned his back to her.
Murong Qianjue's big palm suddenly stretched out, lifted her long hair from behind, his eyes darkened slightly, his tone of frivolity no longer appeared before, and he said solemnly, "This king is wrong, can't it be okay? Your voice , Ben Wang will help you with medical treatment, up to two patches of medicine, and the medicine will definitely cure the disease. Be good, come and have porridge, even if you have a sore throat, you have to eat."
Dongfang Jing's spine trembled, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Someone like Murong Qianjue would actually apologize
"Are you still unwilling to forgive me?" Murong Qianjue frowned, "Then I can only think of other ways to make you eat."
"What do you want..." Fazi.
Before the word "Fazi" could be said, Dongfang Jing's voice was completely blocked by the two thin lips that approached her.
She wants to struggle!
But the abortion pill was so strong that she couldn't use all her strength. Even if she pushed it out with both hands, it would be soft and she couldn't push it away. Instead, it gave people a feeling of wanting to refuse.
Murong Qianjue smiled softly.
Dongfang Jing couldn't bear his strong body, her waistline was crooked, and she fell down on the bed completely.
She wanted to move her lips away, but Murong Qianjue clenched her lips even tighter, her white teeth were forcibly pried open by the other party, and a stream of warm and sweet liquid rushed into her mouth... Dongfang Jing tasted it , It's sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus seed porridge!
This fellow Murong Qianjue really did everything he could to force feed her in this way!
Dongfang Jing was flushed with anger, but she was still forced to swallow the mouthful of sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus seed porridge!
In a quiet space, even the extremely low and hoarse swallowing sound can be heard very clearly.
Only then did Murong Qianjue straighten up, raised the porridge bowl in his hand high, and asked with a sideways look, "How is it? Does the princess still like this way?!"
"I don't like it!" Dongfang Jing sat up straight, reached out and grabbed the porridge bowl in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "I have my own hands, so I can eat by myself!"
"Well, do you have strength now?" Murong Qianjue smiled.
Dongfang Jing didn't bother to talk to him at all, and quickly drank up the bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus seed porridge with a few "gudong" sounds, as if she was afraid that the other party would use that unspeakable way to force her again.
"How about?" Murong Qianjue chuckled seeing that she was drinking in a hurry.
"No more." Dongfang Jing coldly refused.
Murong Qianjue thought about it for a while, and said, "I really like osmanthus lotus seed porridge, next time you will make it yourself."
Dongfang Jing frowned, raised her eyes and glared at him, "Impossible. Fourth Brother doesn't like lotus seeds, so naturally I won't make them for you."
"What Zongzheng Fusu doesn't like is exactly what I like." Murong Qianjue raised an eyebrow at her, "Ah Jing, Zongzheng Fusu doesn't like Dongfang Jing, but I do like it. Be obedient and be with you." , you don’t need to hide your former identity anymore, you can be yourself again, isn’t it good?”
Dongfang Jing was inexplicably irritable, pointed at the door, and said coldly, "Murong Qianjue! Get lost before I get angry!"
"That won't work." Murong Qianjue untied his outer robe, threw it on one side of the screen, and lay down on Dongfang Jing's side, "This is our new house. It's midnight, you let me Where are you going?"