Chapter 889 Ding, Your Vinegar Jar Is Online! (16)

When it was almost enough, Ye Jue put down the chopsticks in his hand and picked up a small ceramic spoon instead.

He took a spoonful of food and handed it to Feng Qian's lips.

Feng Qian looked at him in wonder.

Ye Jue said expressionlessly, "I'll feed you."

Naturally, Feng Qian would not refuse such a thing as being fed.

She opened her mouth, held the spoon in her mouth, and rolled the food into her mouth.

Yejue cooperated with the girl's movements.

After that, the action of feeding is repeated mechanically.

After eating a bowl of rice, Feng Qian rubbed her stomach, she was almost full.

Ye Jue was about to get another bowl of rice, pick up vegetables and continue feeding, but was held down by Feng Qian.

He looked at her suspiciously, and in his beautiful peach blossom eyes, the originally cold pupils were a little softer.

"I'm full... hiccup..."

This hiccup, she really couldn't hold back and burped out.

Ye Jue glanced at Feng Qian quietly, then put down the rice bowl in his hand.

He leaned over to reach for an empty bowl, and Feng Qian was caught between him and the dining table.

In order to avoid the tragedy of being caught in a meatloaf, Feng Qian leaned against Ye Jue and hugged him tightly.

After Ye Jue got the bowl, he shifted his direction again and leaned slightly to reach for the spoon.

The man held the handle of the spoon with his white fingertips, and slowly filled the empty bowl with soup.

The temperature of the soup was just right, Ye Jue picked up a spoon, scooped up a spoonful of pork rib soup, and was about to send it to Feng Qian's lips.

When he lowered his eyes, he saw the girl's head against his chest, her arms hugging his waist tightly, and he vaguely felt the back of her clothes being tightly grasped by her.

Feeling the fragment's gaze, Feng Qian slowly withdrew his hand and sat down.

Like a child who has done something wrong.

Ye Jue remained silent, and continued to move the spoon to Feng Qian's lips.

So, next, Feng Qian was fed another bowl of soup by the debris.

After the little girl had eaten and drank enough, she wanted to pat her butt and leave.

As soon as he moved and wanted to go down, someone grabbed his waist with one hand and pulled it back.

Ye Jue looked down at the bewildered little girl, then continued to pick up a bowl of rice and put the dishes together as before.

After clamping, Ye Jue handed the bowl and spoon to Feng Qian.

"It's your turn to feed me."

Feng Qian had a capitalized question mark all over his face.

Sure enough, there is no free lunch in the world.

You have to pay back for being fed!

Feng Qian took the bowl spoon and found that this spoon was the one she just ate, so she held the spoon and turned her head, intending to put the spoon back and take another unused one.

But in the next second, her head was snapped back by Ye Jue, before she could do anything.

Ye Jue frowned slightly, pursed his lips, and said, "Hey me."

Feng Qian looked at the spoon, then at the fragments.

Fine.

Hey, hey.

In the following time, Feng Qian fed the pieces one mouthful at a time. After the meal, Ye Jue poured himself a bowl of soup and asked Feng Qian to continue feeding.

After feeding, Feng Qian's arms were sore.

After dinner, Ye Jue didn't let go of Feng Qian, and carried him upstairs with no expression on his face.

Feng Qian found that the fragment did not take her to the room where she woke up, but went in another direction.

After opening the bedroom door, Ye Jue walked straight to the bathroom with Feng Qian in his arms.

Feng Qian looked puzzled, so he was put down immediately.

Everything is ready in the bathroom.

After Ye Jue put him down, he walked out and closed the door for Feng Qian.

Feng Qian: "..."

A man's magnetic and pleasant voice came from outside: "Can I do it myself?"

Feng Qian: "!"

ha?

What the hell?

"I can!"

"Um."