This was Qingying's first time dining at the same table with Meng Zhao. She was a little nervous and just lowered

her head to pick up the vegetables in front of her to eat. Suddenly, there was a chicken drumstick in the bowl. Qingying was startled, raised her head, and looked at Meng Zhao in surprise.

Meng Zhao took back his chopsticks and said in a deliberately disdainful tone: "You are thin, and there is not much meat on your chest. It hurts my hands. Eat more meat to make up for it."

Two red clouds appeared on Qingying's pink cheeks. She looked down at her bulging chest and complained in her heart: "My breasts are not small. They are bigger than many ordinary girls. The eldest master can barely hold them with one hand. He doesn't even like this. Is he looking for a woman as big as a cow?"

Although Qingying was dissatisfied in her heart, she dared not show it. She turned to Meng Zhao and replied respectfully: "Thank you, eldest master."

"Yeah."

Meng Zhao nodded. He was full, so he sat aside and watched Qingying eat quietly.

After Qingying finished eating the chicken leg, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up a shark fin for Qingying, "Come on, eat some more."

"Thank you, young master." Qingying picked up the shark fin and continued to eat.

Meng Zhao looked at the woman eating the food he had passed over, and a sense of satisfaction arose in his heart.

He looked at the dazzling array of dishes in front of him, and thought that this dish was good, and that dish was also good, so he picked up a little bit of each for Qingying. In the blink of an eye, the dishes in Qingying's bowl piled up like a small mountain.

Qingying was already 70% full. How could she finish so many dishes? She hurriedly used her hands to block the dishes that Meng Zhao was trying to pass over: "My Lord, that's enough. I can't eat so much."

Hearing this, Meng Zhao glanced at the "little mountain" in her bowl, thought about her appetite, and thought that the dishes in the bowl could also fill her up, so he stopped.

The result of being fed so enthusiastically by Meng Zhao was that Qingying's belly was full. In order to digest the food, she had to push Meng Zhao around the huge Meng Mansion three times.

Many things, once there is a first time, will have a second time.

For example, kissing Qingying and picking dishes for Qingying.

That night, Qingying slept on the big bed and warmed the quilt for Meng Zhao. She secretly calculated the time, thinking that she must remember to get up later.

"Aoying."

Aoying, who was dozing with her eyes closed, suddenly heard Meng Zhao calling her.

"What's wrong? Young Master." Aoying opened her eyes and looked at Meng Zhao beside her.

Meng Zhao said, "You should sleep closer and keep warm on my side."

Aoying thought

about it and agreed. If she slept too deep, the warm place would not be where Meng Zhao should lie.

So, she moved over, leaning against Meng Zhao, and slept on his side.

Aoying raised her eyes to look at Meng Zhao and asked softly, "Young Master, is this warm position okay?"

A kiss that was not mixed with lust suddenly fell on her forehead. Aoying was startled and stared at Meng Zhao blankly.

Meng Zhao held her slender waist, and he hugged her tightly, letting her petite body press against his strong body.

He said, "From now on, you don't have to get up in the middle of the night. It's very cold in the middle of the night. If you leave, the quilt will get cold. It's better to warm it until dawn, which is much more convenient." After

the man said this, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Not long after, the sound of steady and even breathing came.

Qingying stared at Meng Zhaojun's handsome face in a daze, and it took a long time for her to digest what he just said.

What the eldest master meant was that from now on, she didn't have to get up immediately after warming the bed to sleep on the cold and hard wooden couch.

From now on, she can sleep in his bed openly, and she doesn't have to get up in a hurry in the early morning and risk being scolded.

Is that right?

Qingying still wondered if she was hallucinating.

The man's big hand on her waist was tight, reminding her that it was not an auditory hallucination, and that Meng Zhao had indeed said those words just now, otherwise he would not have hugged her.

This was the first time that Qingying was held by Meng Zhao while she was awake. She was a little uncomfortable, and her body was stiff, not daring to move, for fear of waking Meng Zhao.

Qingying couldn't understand it. If Meng Zhao wanted her to warm the bed all night, he could just say it. She wouldn't run away, so why did he hold her like this?

He hugged her too tightly, as if he was afraid that she would run away.

And, if she remembered correctly, did he kiss her just now?

This was the second time he kissed her.

Qingying actually wanted to ask Meng Zhao why he suddenly kissed her when she just woke up that morning?

Later, she felt that her question was too redundant.

That morning, Meng Zhao was obviously driven by lust. He wanted to have sex with her, and the kiss was just a means of flirting.

What's the point?

She was his concubine, and her whole body belonged to him.

He had the final say on how he wanted to play with her.

It was just an ordinary kiss, meaningless.

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