Lu Shaochen scooped a tablespoon of rice porridge and blew it onto Chu Jiaren’s lips. He watched her eat it with his own eyes, “How is it taste?” “It tastes very good.” Chu Jiaren’s face was still pale, even her lips were white, almost transparent.
“This is the first time I feed someone else, and even my mother doesn’t treat it like this.” Lu Shaochen smiled, with an evil smile on the corner of his lips, with a charming and playful touch. A pair of narrow and long black eyes on his beautiful face exudes a doting smile. Any woman will probably fall into it after seeing it.
“I’d better do it myself.” Chu Jiaren refused to push Lu Shaochen away.
“Stop making trouble.” Lu Shaochen’s slender and slender hand was too beautiful and grabbed her tenderness with a dazzling smile on his lips. “I’m still so arrogant when I was injured.”
Chu Jiaren was very uncomfortable. She looked at the white porridge delivered to her lips, and stuttered and ate it.
I just want to finish the meal quickly so that I can send him away.
Seeing Chu Jiaren working so obediently, her water-clearing pupils were as clear as a clear spring. Lu Shaochen felt that the heart in her chest was beating, and the smile in her dark eyes became deeper, “Today, thank you.”
Chu Jiaren was slightly stunned, and looked into his bottomless black eyes. Her attitude was pale and cold: “I’m not for you, I just don’t want my daughter to be a posthumous child.”
“If I die, wouldn’t you be free?” Lu Shaochen teased her on purpose, “You can’t fall in love with me a little, right?”
Chu Jiaren sighed calmly: “Yes, why didn’t I expect that if you die, I could remarry with my child.”
Lu Shaochen’s forehead leaped twice, and a beautiful handsome face suddenly turned black.
Do she have to be so intentional?
Destroy such a good atmosphere he created.
“You are pregnant with the Lu family’s flesh and blood, who dares to marry you?” Lu Shaochen raised her chin with a white and gentle hand, “So, you are destined to be my Lu Shaochen’s woman in this life.”