Although the little woman's tolerance for food made Bao Gucheng both happy and moved, he still reached out to stop her: "Stop eating, I'll go cook something for you to eat."
Zuzi blinked and held his hand: "No need to go through so much trouble, I think all these dishes are very delicious."
Ancestor really isn't picky, with you here, not picky at all, Xiao Chenger.
The so-called feast for the eyes, take a whiff of Xiao Chenger, then have a sip of the thousand-year peach blossom brew... ah, the life of an immortal is here again.
Bao Gucheng pursed his lips, looking at the spot where her small hand was tugging at his coat, his heart moved, and he couldn't help but sit back down: "Alright... then."
He poured a cup of hot water, picked up a sea cucumber, and swirled it in the hot water before feeding it into her little cherry mouth.
Maybe, tonight, the little woman would be willing to sleep with him?
