Mo Xier turned her head and glanced at the pile of food on the table and the bottle of wine that had just been opened. She said calmly, "I didn't eat enough tonight. The food was just delivered, so don't waste it."
Qing Muchen is considered a gentleman in this regard.
No matter how bad he was, he couldn't do such a thing as starving her on their wedding night.
After all, what will be consumed later is the physical strength of two people.
Shrugging, he spread his hands and motioned for her to continue.
Mo Xi'er didn't know what crooked thoughts were in his head, so he took the knife and fork and started eating.
Just after taking two bites of food, Qing Muchen accidentally pressed his wrist down again.
Mo Xi'er squinted at him from the corner of her eyes. Before he could speak, she had already anticipated what he would do next.
"Your knife and fork are here!" Knowing that he wanted to snatch hers, she first took the tableware placed under his nose and handed it to him.
However, Qing Muchen did not take it.
"Feed me!" His big hand clasped her wrist, and he asked matter-of-factly.
Mo Xi'er's heart trembled, and all she could think about was the drool on the knife and fork after the two of them shared a set of tableware.
How disgusting!
Dirty or not
She has never shared a set of tableware with anyone since she was a child. Even when she was a child and didn't know how to eat, her parents never fed her food from their own bowls. They were all separated.
Mo Xier stared at his knife and fork for a long time, and several goosebumps almost appeared on his body.
However, a little impatience will mess up a big plan.
"Okay, I'll feed you!" She calmed down and concealed the disgust in her eyes. She held a knife in one hand and a fork in the other, and gave him a piece of fried fish.
Qing Muchen took what she sent to him into his mouth with a look of enjoyment.
Mo Xier poured him another glass of wine.
"The 1873 red wine tastes very good!" She said with appreciation as she handed the wine glass to him.
"Really? Let's find some more another day!" Qing Muchen drank all the wine in the cup after taking it, and what he said made Mo Xi'er feel a little pampered for some reason.
Mo Xier poured him another glass.
She kept pouring him wine and rarely fed him food.
Qing Muchen was already on an empty stomach, so the taste of drinking on an empty stomach was not pleasant. He had had so many drinks before, and his already groggy head became confused very quickly.
Mo Xier sat opposite him and stared at him quietly.
Her eyes were fixed on his face for a few seconds, observing his reaction. Looking at his eyes that gradually became misty, the corners of her lips slightly raised.
"This bottle is almost finished!" She poured him another glass, stood up and brought the glass to his lips with a smile. Mo Xier raised her hand and took the initiative to feed him.
There was a very nice fragrance of gardenia flowers on her body, which was light and intoxicating with the night breeze.
When I got closer, the fragrance of the flowers became clearer.
Qing Muchen didn't know what kind of poison he had been poisoned, but smelling her fragrance, he suddenly wanted to indulge in it.
The long arm grabbed her hand, pulled her to his side, pushed her to sit on his lap, Qing Muchen leaned over, aimed his lips at her red lips and kissed her.
His kiss was no longer as ferocious as it was in the church. He bit her lips, as if he was savoring a feast, sucking, entangled and refusing to let go.
The taste in her mouth was particularly good, as clean as her own, as clean as a piece of holy snow, bewitching him and making him want to violate her.