About half an hour later, Mu Ye came back with a large plate of sumptuous breakfast, looking excited.

"Luo'er, come and have dinner." Mu Ye greeted Yan Qingluo with a smile.

At that moment, Yan Qingluo was in a trance for a moment, and a warm feeling rose in his heart. Was it the feeling of home?

She stared blankly at the breakfast in front of her, which was comparable to the breakfast in the entire breakfast shop. There were steamed dumplings, eight-treasure porridge, small cold dishes, egg pancakes, sausages, white fungus and pear soup, fermented rice dumplings, matsutake and black chicken soup, small wontons ... and a few dishes that she couldn't name ...

It is not a simple and easy-to-make Western breakfast, but an authentic Chinese breakfast.

A large plate filled with all kinds of food appeared in front of Yan Qingluo, which was dazzling to look at.

"You ... made it?" Yan Qingluo looked at Mu Ye in disbelief. He actually made so many things in just one morning. He must have mobilized all the chefs in the hotel to help him.

"Yeah, I did it." Mu Ye looked very proud, with the three words "please praise" clearly written on his face.

He made all of this by himself, without asking the hotel chef for help. In fact, he got up at five in the morning, because he didn't know what Yan Qingluo wanted to eat, so he made a portion of everything he could think of.

"Did you really make all of this?" Yan Qingluo confirmed again. She couldn't believe it. How could one person make so many delicious dishes in just one morning?

"Every one of them is made by me. Luo'er, eat whichever you like. Eat as much as you want and eat as much as you can." Mu Ye looked at Yan Qingluo lovingly, his eyes full of anticipation.

"Can so much be done in such a short time?" Yan Qingluo still couldn't believe it.

"A little while? I started early in the morning and worked for three hours." Mu Ye spoke in a slightly coquettish tone, like a child asking for praise from his parents, shaking his head and looking very cute.

"You got up early?" Yan Qingluo suddenly realized that this guy had gotten up a long time ago.

Mu Ye smiled and nodded.

Did he sleep last night? He has so much energy that he can get up so early to cook after fighting all night.

"Thank you, Aye." Yan Qingluo felt touched.

Mu Ye laughed, "Silly, as long as Luo'er likes it. My Luo'er, don't you think your husband is too awesome?"

Yan Qingluo was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red instantly. She lowered her head and took a bowl of Tremella and Snow Pear Soup, drinking it spoonful by spoonful. "Who is my husband? I don't think so."

Seeing her shy look, Mu Ye became more excited. He gently lifted the long hair hanging down from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear. He asked with a smirk, "How is your husband's technique? Is it very good?"

Mu Ye leaned his head closer and looked at Yan Qingluo with his head tilted.

Yan Qingluo's ears kept echoing with Mu Ye's words. Her husband's ... skills ...

Yan Qingluo's eyes were dodging, and she accidentally caught a glimpse of his sexy and powerful lips opening and closing. She suddenly remembered the scene of him using his mouth on her one morning. Thinking of this, Yan Qingluo's face turned even redder.

She cursed herself in her heart, what on earth was she doing? Why did she think of what happened that day? It was so embarrassing!

However, Mu Ye's tone, expression, and words just now clearly seemed to be asking about his skills in that area.

"Hmm? Is it not delicious?" Mu Ye moved closer to Yan Qingluo and spoke in a gentler voice, poking Yan Qingluo's little heart little by little.

At this moment, Yan Qingluo was holding a sausage in her mouth. Before she could bite it, she felt Mu Ye approaching. She stopped moving and stared at Mu Ye with her big watery eyes with an innocent look.

Mu Ye's heart suddenly moved. If his Luo Er could ...

His breathing became heavy, and a hint of red appeared in the corners of his eyes. He said in a hoarse voice, "Luo'er, is it delicious?"

Yan Qingluo was startled and opened her mouth slightly, and the sausage slipped out from her rosy and slightly pouty little mouth.

Mu Ye felt the blood rushing throughout his body, and every nerve became sensitive. It was this stuffy and hot feeling again, and his body was about to explode.

"Luo'er, take your time eating. I'm going to the bathroom." After saying this, Mu Ye turned around and left in a hurry.

Yan Qingluo stared blankly at Mu Ye's hurriedly leaving back, his heart pounding.

She lowered her head and took a bite of the sausage in panic, then she suddenly realized why Mu Ye was so strange just now. It turned out that he was thinking ...

This guy.

Yan Qingluo lowered her head and carefully examined the sausages on the plate, wondering silently in her heart, could it be that Ah Ye wanted her to ...

Thinking of this, her face turned red.

Oh my god, what was she thinking.

He must have been infected by Mu Ye, that guy whose head is full of yellow garbage.

Yes, it is contagious.

Yan Qingluo stuffed all kinds of delicious food into his mouth, as if eating more food could squeeze all the mess out of his head.

However, to no avail.

Until Mu Ye came out of the bathroom, there was a trace of afterglow of pleasure in the corners of his eyes, fine beads of sweat oozing out of his forehead, his eyes were not as nervous as before, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth showed relaxation.

Yan Qingluo looked at Mu Ye, who was completely different from the one before he entered the bathroom, and felt a little surprised. How come this guy seemed to be normal after going to the bathroom?

"Luo'er, are you full? If you are, I will take you to a place." Mu Ye said mysteriously.

Yan Qingluo sat steadily on the bed. She didn't dare to move because she was afraid that Mu Ye would see her embarrassed look.

Since she was only wearing a bathrobe and no underwear, she sat directly on the bed.

The bed is probably wet now.

Seeing Yan Qingluo sitting still, Mu Ye thought she was not feeling well, so he came closer, gently placed his hand on Yan Qingluo's forehead, and asked with concern, "Luo'er, are you not feeling well?"

"No ... no, you go out first, I want to change clothes." Yan Qingluo stuttered.

Mu Ye looked at Yan Qingluo in surprise. They had been frank with each other so many times, so why did Yan Qingluo want to put on clothes behind his back this time?

"Luo'er, what's wrong?" Mu Ye's face was full of worry. On the one hand, he was worried about Yan Qingluo's health and afraid that she might be feeling unwell. On the other hand, he was worried that Yan Qingluo would feel alienated from him.

Yan Qingluo blushed and dodged, "No ... it's okay, just go out, I told you it's okay."

"Luo'er, are you hiding something from me?" Mu Ye sat next to Yan Qingluo, almost sticking to her.

Yan Qingluo was completely panicked. She didn't dare to move easily, but Mu Ye was pressing too hard and she didn't know how to answer.

"Well, no, I ... " Yan Qingluo said hesitantly. Facing Mu Ye's approach, she tried her best to control her body's reaction.