This Spot Can Only Be Left For Me

When Ye Siming heard this, he raised his eyebrows and chuckled. "Eat someone?"

He pretended to lick his lips and scare the child, saying, "In terms of eating, you've seen it before."

"The little sparrow I caught for you in the past. I plucked off the feathers, washed it, and roasted it on the fire rack."

Ye Siming lowered his head and sniffed the child's fair and pink face.

The sweet fragrance left behind by the wine made her look even more alluring and delicious.

As expected, Gu Nuo'er was frightened by his words and couldn't help but tremble.

There shouldn't be any difference between roasting sparrows or fish.

She imagined herself pitifully tied to a rack and rolled back and forth, with flames below.

Gu Nuo'er let out a cry and hugged Ye Siming tightly.

"Don't eat me, don't eat me. Wolves shouldn't eat fish. You should go and chew bones!"