Mo Siyu thought that the bowl of soup was specially for her as a guest, but Qin Wuyan brought the bowl of soup and put it in front of the woman: "If you don't want to eat your favorite soup, just smell it The taste is also good."

Both Mo Siyu and Chu Chuyan watched this scene in shock.

Qin Wuyan seemed to be used to it, and talked to the woman beside him on his own.

It was as if the woman beside him was alive.

She was absent-minded after eating a meal. Although Mo Siyu had a good appetite, she still felt a little apprehensive in the face of this kind of scene, so she just finished the meal that Chu Chuyan gave her.

After eating, Mo Siyu didn't want to go back to his room, so he asked: "High Priest, I'm too full, can I walk around your mansion casually, enjoy the scenery and digest my food?"

Qin Wuyan was noncommittal: "It's up to you."

This is a promise.

Qin Wuyan ate very little. After finishing half a bowl of rice, he put down the bowl and chopsticks, leaned over and picked up the woman beside him from the dining room, and went to the bedroom.

Standing in the corridor, Mo Siyu looked at Qin Wuyan's figure going upstairs, grabbed Chu Chuyan's arm, and when she reached the back garden, she raised her head, looked at the upstairs bedroom with candles burning, and said in a low voice: "Tell me, has the high priest been treating the priest's wife as a normal woman and doing everything a normal couple should do with her?"

Chu Chuyan was not interested in these things, so he answered concisely: "I don't know."

Mo Siyu looked sideways at Chu Chuyan, and asked curiously: "You men, when you dream of the woman you like, do you feel impulsive?"

Chu Chuyan didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly his face was flushed, ashamed and annoyed, "If you ask yourself, don't you know the answer?"

Mo Siyu: "I'm not..."

She suddenly closed her mouth and raised her hand to press her chest.

Chu Chuyan: "Are you nothing?"

"I'm not a young and strong person like you." Mo Siyu coughed twice: "I'm still young, how could I know this."

"Didn't Brother Yu say that he is sixteen years old this year?"

"Did I say it?" Mo Siyu couldn't remember whether he had said it or not. If you lie too much, you will always be exposed. Mo Siyu is going to refuse to admit it: "Even if I said it, it was to treat your illness , afraid of being underestimated, so I have to report my age."

"Really?" Sure enough, this guy really lied to him about his age.

"Of course." Mo Siyu turned around, tilted his head and looked at Chu Chuyan, smiling with crooked eyebrows: "Brother Yan, you have traveled all over the country, you have seen a lot, and you should be able to see my real age clearly at a glance right?

In fact, he is only fourteen years old this year. He has developed late, his stature is not enough, his voice has not changed, and his Adam's apple has not even protruded. How could he know about this. "

Seeing her harmless and innocent face, and meeting her clear eyes, Chu Chuyan immediately believed what she said.

Mo Siyu blinked his eyes, and suddenly approached him: "I still remember that in the inn in Laiyue City, brother Yan once lay beside me, and regarded me as the girl he liked in a dream, hugging me desperately. If you are willing to let go, let me stay, don't go..."

Chu Chuyan covered Mo Siyu's mouth, impatiently wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself on the spot: "Brother Yu, stop talking, I'll just answer your question."

Mo Siyu stared at Chu Chuyan with sparkling eyes: "Then when did you start to feel this way? How often did you dream of that woman?

How often do you get impulsive? "