The Blackened Male God Always Wants To Set A Routine For Me

Chapter 87: The Prince Is Sick 13

Especially looking at her like she was being bullied, he didn’t even notice himself, his lips slightly raised.

His tone is gentle.

“What are you still waiting for? ”

Su Smoke walked over with his head down, knowing that he was going to be fed at this time.

She stood at the table, picked up the chopsticks next to her, and was about to make a move.

Suddenly, as soon as she had only a strong hand, she pulled her sleeve and dragged her to the main position.

Her eyes swept across her cheeks forever.

“Where’s the sweetness? ”

Su Smoke blinked her eyes and swallowed a bite of sugar that had been in her mouth.

Then make a sound.

“Just now, the slaves ate outside. ”

Soft tone, the taste of milk sugar becomes more intense as soon as you speak.

In this day and age, there’s sugar, there’s nougat.

He had eaten it, but I don’t know why, it just smelled like she was going to eat a lot of it.

So I care…

He knocked on the table with his fingertips, and his memory drifted past the day when she pulled the milk sugar out of her bag.

She glanced at the luggage bag tied between her waist.

He coughed and was somewhat ill, probably falling into the water until today.

Su Smoke winks and makes a noise

“The slave brought you a cape. ”

Then he went and was pulled back with his sleeve on.

He’s sick and harmless.

“No need. ”

When he said it, he looked at Su Yan and coughed up again.

“Weekday medicine, bitter juice, last time you gave the palace sugar, it tasted sweet, but what else? ”

Su Yan, nod your head.

“Yes.”

Unpack your bags and pull a piece out of them.

The oil paper is wrapped in sugar and passed over.

Xuanxuan glanced permanently, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face was bitter

“The palace is weak. You can’t take your medicine again. ”

He stared at a sick, weak and harmless face and listened only to him, causing an unprovoked kind of heartache.

Su Yan hasn’t spoken yet, Xiaohua made a sound.

“Host, the male owner is so pathetic, so heartbreaking, give it to him. ”

Su Yan took a look at his bags and looked at Xuanxuan forever.

Slightly clamped the bag, didn’t this man want to inherit all her sugar from the start?

You don’t have to eat, and now you have to hand over all your sugar.

Su Yan, keep your head down.

“If His Highness wants to eat, he can ask the royal dining room to do it. Any sugar can be made. ”

Soft sounds protect your last meal.

There was a glimmer of light in Xuan’s eyes.

You look stubborn. I didn’t expect you to react quickly.

She was just about to tie the bag again, and she knew where to find a finger next to her and snagged the strap.

Pull gently and pull over, turning his eyes and running into Xuan Yongxuan’s hand.

He’s slow, his eyelids are low, and he looks at the sugar in his hand.

“It’s just a bag of sugar. Can’t help it? ”

He weighed it in his hand.

Even though he was still sick and weak, he lost his freshly fragile appearance. Instead, he hid some idleness in his hidden belt.

Su Yan was bored. His fight was just not going to give it to her.

If you don’t eat, you’re weak. Plus, someone dragged you here to serve you, and you’re leaving sugar.

Think of it, black in front of you, soft legs, straight forward.

Xuanxuan was stunned by a sudden throw and hug.

Hold her, as if imagined, with a soft body and a touch of sweetness all over her body.