An Yi wanted to ask again, but Feng Qingchen narrowed her eyes slightly: "Madam, shall we go see the moon?"
Before An Yi could agree, Feng Qingchen waved his hand and the coat flew over from the screen. He caught it and put it on An Yi. He also put on one himself, and went straight out with An Yi in his arms.
Lying wetly in the man's arms, with the cool night breeze, it was indeed very comfortable, but An Yi felt uneasy.
What did Feng Qingchen mean by those words just now?
"Madam, do you still want to eat crayfish?" Feng Qingchen asked.
Anyi nodded.
I saw a red shadow floating straight down, and after a while, the pot of crayfish, which had already gone cold, was brought up again.
"Madam, my husband has consumed too much just now and is a little hungry!" Feng Qingchen smiled, her brows and eyes full of seduction.
Under Feng Qing¡¯s dusty eyes, she had no choice but to peel the shrimp quickly.
An Yi peeled it too slowly, Feng Qingchen ate it too quickly, An Yi peeled it for a long time, but he still couldn't bear to eat one.
"No more peeling!" An Yi was so angry that he went on strike.
Feng Qingchen hesitated for a moment, then stretched out her thin white fingers towards the crayfish, imitating An Yi's example. She was a bit shaky at first, but after peeling two of them, her speed turned out to be much faster than An Yi's.
Feng Qingchen put the peeled shrimp meat in An Yi's mouth. In the end, An Yi didn't need to do anything. He peeled it quickly and said while peeling it back: "This job is similar to killing people. First pull the head, and then do it again." Disembowel him!"
An Yi had a delicious meal, but when she heard this and looked at the floating cold red oil, her appetite suddenly disappeared!
She knew that this man could not spit out ivory, and he would never make her happy!
"Why don't you eat, madam?" Feng Qingchen asked with a smile.
Anyi could only sigh: "Husband, you should eat it!"
But Feng Qingchen still wanted to peel it off for An Yi.
An Yi remembered what Feng Qingchen said just now and asked, "Did your husband just say that these memories were blurred during the day?"
Feng Qingchen nodded: "But it doesn't matter, I will definitely come to see you tonight!"
An Yi frowned. It seemed that she must meet Feng Qingchen tomorrow to find out what was going on!
After eating, Feng Qingchen carried An Yi back to the room and slept until dawn.
An Yi deliberately woke up early, waiting for Feng Qingchen to wake up.
There was finally movement around me.
An Yi opened his eyes and saw Feng Qingchen sitting up, looking around, standing up, taking the robe aside and going out.
"Husband!" An Yi called him softly.
Feng Qingchen's hand on the outer robe suddenly stopped and she looked back at An Yi on the bed. The tenderness and charm from last night were gone from her eyes, leaving only coldness and calmness.
Anyi sat up and asked, "Husband, do you want to stay for breakfast?"
"No need!" Feng Qingchen said lightly.
An Yi put on her robe and stood in front of him to help him tidy up his clothes, "I'm going to make your favorite bean curd. I asked Yanran to soak the beans last night. It will be ready soon!"
"No need!" Feng Qingchen spoke again.
Anyi raised her eyes to look at him. The man looked straight ahead with a cold expression. From the beginning to the end, he never glanced at An Yi who was changing his clothes.
Anyi hesitated for a moment and then asked: "You said last night that you remembered all the things we had been together with before. Do you still remember it now?"
Feng Qingchen lowered her eyes and looked at An Yi, her cold eyes making An Yi tremble. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com