High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 423 taste, a little sweet
She was about to get out of bed.

Yang Moyan raised his eyebrows, "Where are you going?"

Lin Zhaoxia paused, but her eyes drifted to the living room.

That meaning couldn't be more obvious.

Yang Moyan curled his lower lip. Seeing that the boy was about to get out of bed, he beckoned to the assistant outside who was sorting out the items, "Bring in the cake."

The assistant was startled when he heard his young master's voice.

Thinking he heard it wrong, he rubbed his ears and looked up, only to see his young master gave him a sideways glance.

The assistant stood up straight in a hurry, picked up the cake he just took out in the next second, and went straight to the person.

Then as soon as he stood up, the young master beside him walked towards the inside of this room.

The assistant stared at his young master's behavior in bewilderment, but followed subconsciously.

Then, I saw my young master reached out to take the cake in his hand, opened it, and found a young man who was about to lift the quilt out of bed, but now he raised his eyebrows and looked at this scene.

The assistant was dumbfounded.

Blue, blue boy! !
"It's okay to eat, but not too much. The cake is greasy."

Lin Zhaoxia blinked, "There is no oil in the cake."

"The ingredients in the cream contain butter." Yang Moyan said indifferently.

Lin Zhaoxia blinked again, "It's delicious, mango flavored."

"what do you want to say?"

Dark green pupils glanced at the boy.

The young man bared his teeth and smiled, his white teeth brightened, "Try it too~ let's eat together."

Yang Moyan looked down at the plate of cake.

His brows and eyes are slightly wrinkled—the eyes are very disgusted.

Lin Zhaoxia saw it at a glance and clicked his tongue.

Cake.

What a delicious meal.

This guy is still disgusted like that.

But Lin Zhaoxia always likes to shock people.

Like this time.

Raising his hand, he picked up the fork and poked a big mouthful of cake cream into his mouth.

Then a pair of peach blossom eyes looked at the man with a handsome face in front of him, and the man who just supported the edge of the bed suddenly half-knelt up from the big bed, and then suddenly grabbed the man's neckline, regardless of whether there were still people in the room. As the third person watched, a creamy and sweet kiss was printed on it!
Assistant: ...Damn it!
Yang Moyan's eyes trembled.

Immediately his vision deepened.

Before he could react, the kiss, which contained a very sweet and creamy taste, had already pulled away at the touch of a touch.

When he looked at the young man again, the young man smiled that way again, with red lips and white teeth, dazzling, "How is it? Is the taste good?"

"En, not bad." Yang Moyan's eyes were deep, and there was still some cream on his lips that the boy rubbed on just now, but it didn't affect his noble temperament and handsome face at all, "It's a bit sweet."

The words on the front are fine.

I just don't know what the last three words actually represent.

In short, it is very meaningful.

But Lin Zhaoxia didn't care.

Hearing the pain in the left ear and the right ear, he didn't intend to study anything, so he picked up the fork and poked another big mouthful of cake.

Seeing that the person in front of him was still staring at him, he raised the fork in his hand, bent his lower lip, because there was something in his mouth, and his speech was a little vague, "Do you want another bite?"

Yang Moyan's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't speak.

Lin Zhaoxia took another bite and put down her fork.

Although it's delicious, maybe it's because I'm still sick, I just ate a few mouthfuls of food that I don't usually feel greasy, but now I feel a little greasy.

(End of this chapter)