The Female Lead She Really Is Not Sweet

Mo Xinghuan brought him back to the bedroom, closed the door, and let the little girl sit on the soft couch.

Now only the two of them are left.

He was carrying a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, intending to use torture to extract a confession.

The slender fingers pinched a piece of pastry.

He opened his mouth and took a bite. It was fragrant and soft, and it tasted really good.

"Today's sweet-scented osmanthus cake tastes better than usual."

The man's voice was loose, with a slight smile on his face.

Chacha opened her black eyes, staring eagerly at Mo Xinghuan... the osmanthus cake in her hand.

She smelled it.

The stomach also cried out in time.

She lowered her head, rubbed her belly, and said softly, "... hungry."

Fighting is also a very laborious thing.

"Want to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake?" he asked.

Chacha nodded, "Yes, I want to eat." I really want to eat.

He casually put the pastry on the table, and then sat down next to Chacha. He raised his hand, and hooked her chin with his long and slender fingers, and the cold fingertips carried a hint of coolness.

"Then you have to answer a few questions for me."

The pitch-black eyes stared straight at the little girl's clear eyes.

"Yeah." For the tea of ​​sweet-scented osmanthus cake, it's outrageously well-behaved.

He frowned, "How am I treating you?"

Chacha is a little puzzled. This question is very untechnical. There is no doubt that he treats her very well.

"You are very good to me!" She said seriously.

If he treated her badly, how could she stay here for so long?

She has long since disappeared...

"Really?" The man smiled lowly, his emotions were unclear, and he couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

Chacha felt that he was really strange.

"What's wrong with you?" She looked at him, a little worried.

His mood today seems to be going up and down.

"Then why did you leave the palace?"

The man's eyes were dark, his face was dull, and his hands hanging by his sides showed signs of being uncontrollable.

She may not know how much he was afraid of her leaving when he heard the guard tell her that she was walking towards the gate of the palace.

The moment he saw that she was still there, he even wanted to hold her tightly in his arms.

But he was afraid, afraid of scaring her, he could only pretend to be indifferent.

Chacha was silent for a while, thinking about how to answer this question.

Seeing her pursing her lips, Mo Xinghuan's emotions gradually became uncontrollable. After a long time, he reached out and touched his little darling's cheek.

"Chacha, you are mine, no matter where you go, you are mine."

Chacha froze for a moment, then corrected him earnestly with a sullen face, "No, you are mine, and the sweet-scented osmanthus cake is also mine!"

I'm still mine!

Yes, that's it!

Mo Xinghuan's dark eyes were dull for a moment, and then he smiled lightly, "Okay, I'm yours.

You see, today, everyone knows that I belong to you, and my reputation is also tied to you. You have to be responsible for me, no matter where you go, you must take me with you, and you can't leave me, understand? "

Hearing this, Chacha thought about it seriously, and it seemed that it was indeed the case.

Everyone knows they live together.

Then she is indeed responsible to him.

She nodded solemnly, "Yeah, take charge."

She blinked, reached out and touched his head, "I'm responsible for you, then you have to be obedient!"

I don't want you if you don't listen, she tilted her head to look at Mo Xinghuan.

man, is hers.

The sweet-scented osmanthus cake is also hers!

No one can take it away!

Thinking of this, she turned her head, glanced at the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and pointed, "Give me the sweet-scented osmanthus cake first."

Mo Xinghuan, "Not yet, there is still a question to answer."