Some even give off a pungent smell.
This is... human food? !
Muyan looked at Di Ming Jue's froze expression, stopped plucking the strings, rested her chin with one hand, and looked at the man not far away with a half-smile, "What's wrong? Your Majesty did it to me with his own hands. Food, don't you like it?"
Di Ming Jue was silent for a long moment, then said expressionlessly: "I like it!"
After finishing speaking, he sat down directly at the table, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.
Seeing him stuffing the black lump of food into his mouth, he refused without changing his face, and swallowed it.
Even Muyan couldn't help but widen her eyes in surprise.
You know, she is not born with cooking talent.
Otherwise, after four years in the mountains, Xiaobao wouldn't have asked such a little bean to take care of her diet.
What she made, let alone a dog would hate it.
Even her dear little treasure is determined not to take a bite.
But this Di Ming Jue ate them all without changing his face.
Seeing that he really finished a dish.
But Muyan was a little uneasy, "Are you... really going to talk?"
Di Ming Jue squinted at her, and said coldly: "As long as it's made by Madam, no matter what, I love to eat it!"
Muyan: "?!!!!" Who is your wife! !
After a weird silence for a while, Muyan suddenly raised the corners of her lips, and said with a light smile: "Having food but no wine, having wine without having fun, is not considered a blessing in life. Why don't I play a song for you?"
"..." Di Ming Jue stares at her coldly, neither speaks nor moves.
A look of bulging.
Muyan understood instantly, "Di Ming Jue."
However, Lord Junshang was still dissatisfied this time, "It's too unfamiliar!"
It's a posture that if you don't bark, I won't eat or listen to the song.
Muyan gritted her teeth, and finally squeezed out two words: "A Jue!"
It should have been a very humiliating thing for the dignified monarch to be called "A Jue".
But Di Ming Jue seems to be satisfied, he lowers his head and continues to eat those meals that are more terrible than pig food.
But Muyan couldn't help touching her own cheek.
Calling out such an intimate title as "A Jue", Di Ming Jue still doesn't respond, but she herself blushes inexplicably and her heart beats, unable to hold herself back.
Taking a deep breath, after calming down, Muyan began to gently pluck the strings.
The melodious and moving music flowed from her fingertips, slowly lingering in the room.
Originally, Di Ming Jue only concentrated on eating "pig food" and looking at "wife".
But slowly, he found that the blood in his body seemed to be boiling gradually.
Afterwards, the heat of the whole body gathered in a certain place on the body.
Muyan who is not far away, in his eyes, every minute and every inch seems to be charming and enchanting.
The tender little mouth that opened and closed slightly, the looming snow-white skin under the skirt of the clothes, and the plain white fingers that gently plucked the strings of the piano, it seemed that what moved was the fire of desire in his body.
Di Ming Jue couldn't bear it any longer, stood up abruptly, and strode towards Muyan.
The sound of the piano stopped abruptly!
Di Ming Jue lifts Muyan up from her seat.
The tall figure tightly wrapped her slender body.
The scorching breath spit out on the girl's cheeks that were flabbergasted and faintly pink.
"Muyan, I like you!" He said in a hoarse voice what had been buried in his heart for a long time.
The big hand pressed the back of Muyan's neck, leaning over to grab those pink lips, ruthlessly ravaging them in an instant.
Ever since the Golden Hongmen farewell, after being completely rejected by Muyan.
He has been thinking about the sweet and seductive taste.