In order not to let the male Lord to support death, Shen mubai divided a large piece.
But the piece in front of her is not worth ntioning compared to that of Russell.
Rosier sat across from her and ate the cake.
His eyes are slightly drooping, so that people can not see the look in his eyes.
After a long ti, Shen mubai couldn't help saying, "you don't have to force yourself."
She put a little too much cream, even if she does not support eating so much, she will be tired of vomiting.
Rozel stopped the action in his hand. "No force. The cake made by the master is delicious."
Shen mubai can't see whether he has spoken, after all, the man has always been this pair of expressionless expression.
She carefully observed, found that the other side did not adapt to the situation, this just bow to continue to eat their own share of the cake.
But because she had dinner, she ate half of it now, and the rest was really hard to put in, and not long ago, she had chocolate.
"If you can't eat it, you can leave it for ." Rozel's voice sounded from that end.
How could Shen mubai give him his leftover cake and shake his head and say, "I can still eat it."
She scooped another mouthful of cream and took it to her mouth.
Then wrinkle your nose slightly.
It's a little greasy.
"Please don't force yourself." Rosier didn't know when to stand up.
Shen mubai raised his eyes and widened his eyes slightly when he saw that he had eaten all the cakes.
The black haired man leaned slightly to take the cake from her face.
Shen mubai quickly blocked and called the maid to deal with it.
But what she didn't expect was that Russell took it from the other party's hand the next second, drooping his eyes slightly and eating it without expression.
"Rozel..." she opened her mouth, a little ashad of herself.
Rozel quickly disposed of the rest of the cake, the cream of his beautiful thin lips into a beautiful trace, in the ascetic perfect face, appears extrely bewitching.
He slowly put down the porcelain plate and said, "it's a pity that you made it so hard to throw it away."
Shen mubai has a strange illusion. She suspects that even now, the cake is thrown into the garbage can. Black haired n are also likely to find out from it and continue to enjoy it.
The idea was so terrible that she threw it away and said, "it's just a piece of cake. If you like, I can make it for you on your next birthday."
"My pleasure." For a mont, her eyes fell on her.
Shen mubai always felt that he had neglected sothing.
I didn't rember until I went back to my room to wash.
By the way, she forgot to light the candle.
That is to say, Russell didn't make a wish tonight.
Shen mubai knocked on his head, which was linked to the task.
So, ignoring the present situation, he went and knocked on the door of rozel.
The door quickly opened from inside, and the black haired man bowed his head. "What can I do for you, master?"
Shen mubai raised her neck a little hard. She found that rozel was too tall.
No, to be precise, she's too short.
As if sensing that she was a little depressed, rozel leaned over to look at her, looked at her flat, and then put out a hand to touch her hair. "Your hair is not dry, it's easy to catch cold."
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