"Not true. It is precisely the onion that is the heart of a man. Whenever a woman peels aside a layer. Men have heartache once. Leng Zhiqing thoughtfully. Respond with a light smile.

Ding Rou also smiled. Feigned a sneer. "I can't see it. You're also a philosopher. ”

"Philosopher. "The cold is even more pleasant.

I don't know if I haven't laughed for too long. With Ding Rou. He actually had a feeling that the gloom was gradually dissipating. This feeling that has not been seen in a long time. He didn't know how often it was time to do it. And now. Just a few words from her. It made him feel extremely comfortable.

Look at her in front of you. He was filled with a sense of melancholy.

Ding Rou didn't dare to look at Leng Zhiqing's eyes again. You can only pretend to focus on picking food. The eye is always on the shelf. Refuses to leave.

******

Not big or not too small in the kitchen. Rare busy.

"I'll cut it. Leng Zhiqing grabbed Ding Rou's hand holding the onion. He snatched the knife out of her hand.

"I'm not that squeamish. Ding Rou was a little unaccustomed.

"I know. Leng Zhiqing raised her fingers. Move aside. His gaze was fixed on his bandaged fingers. "Ten fingers to heart. My wounds are almost healed. Your hands are not yet in good condition. It's my fault. So I'm responsible. ”

"Be responsible. Ding Rou couldn't help but be surprised. "It's the first time I've seen you love a responsible man so much. ”

This sentence is spoken. Leng Zhiqing, who had just slashed twice with a knife, stopped. suddenly walked in front of Ding Rou. One hand around her waist. One hand pinched her jaw. Gently leaning into her face.

Glued to her gaze. He asked. "The man before. And what is it like to you ... That's right. I'm responsible. I have to be responsible for you to the end. ”

looked at Leng Zhiqing's determined eyes. Ding Rou didn't know why. Fever in the eye sockets.

She had never been so vulnerable. But somehow. Look at his eyes without a trace of impurities and hesitation. But her heart ached slightly about the plan she was about to put into action. If only he knew. I'm going to hate her...

But. Now. We've come this far.

"You're crying. Leng Zhiqing was a little overwhelmed. looked at Ding Rou, who had gradually overflowed tears from under her long eyelashes. He muttered. "What's wrong. I... Said something wrong. "Think back to what I just said. He didn't seem to say anything he shouldn't have said.

Don't. It's about being responsible. It scared her.

"Take your hands off. You have the smell of onions on your hands. It's spicy to my eyes. Ding Rou smiled. Wiped his eye sockets.

"It's for this. Leng Zhiqing's expression suddenly relaxed.

looked like Ding Rou didn't look like a lie. He hurriedly withdrew the hand that was pinching her jaw. Continue back on top of the onion. Seemingly. It's better for him to concentrate on chopping onions. Otherwise. actually provoked his own woman to tears.

Ding Rou looked at his back as he cut vegetables seriously. Reach out. Continue to wipe your tears.

No. She didn't want to admit it. It's not heartache. But. Why do tears flow. OK. He had just finished chopping the onion. Sniff the smell. She can do a good job of making a cover-up...

Meals are relatively simple. Boiled a love soup. Remove the steaming pizza from the oven. It's easy to say. A complex and complex dinner is easy to prepare.

Candlelight is lit. A warm, soft glow spreads. In the restaurant. Gradually, it was filled with a sense of comfort.

"I forgot. Red wine. "Cold, after everything has finally been put on the plate. I found out. The most important. The red wine that sets the mood is still in the trunk.

"No, I don't. We'll just eat. Ding Rou looked at him hesitantly.

"No, I can't. This time. It still needs a little red wine to blend it in. "Coldly. Turn around and walk towards the outside of the villa.

No more hesitation. Ding Rou listened to the sound of the door being suddenly shut. Return to the bedroom. Take out a small paper bag from the drawer. Return to the table. She calmly unwrapped the paper bag gently. Sprinkled on the bone china plate in front of Leng Zhiqing.

Almost completely blended into the color of the plate. Fine and trace powder. Even if you look closely, you can't see any flaws.

Everything is ready to go. She sat back in her place. Close your eyes. Took a deep breath.

"Wow. Rafi. Leng Zhiqing finally returned with a bottle of red wine. looked at Ding Rou quietly waiting for her figure. Moment. He really felt. That's what home is like. The home you want. Want her. That's it.

"It's okay not to drink. Ding Rou is still holding on.

"What are you afraid of. Leng Zhiqing had already uncorked the wooden bottle. Watch as the brownish-red liquor slowly pours into the crystalline glass. He was the first to take a glass. “。。 Drunk and me. ”

Ding Rou finally laughed again. Some reluctantly picked up the cup in front of them. A slight gesture. Place the rim to your lips. "It's you. is dangerous. "Still. She wanted to make an exception.

This time. She's going to get drunk and move forward with the plan.

watched Leng Zhiqing slowly eat the food on the plate again and again. Her heart had begun to accept this reality with certainty.

"I'll take the table. You go take a shower first. She nudged him away. Suddenly, there was a moment of hugging from behind him. In an angle that he couldn't see. He whispered guiltily. "You can't just be tired. Wash it early. Rest early. ”

The meaning of "rest". There are many kinds. The cold heart is clear. Almost smiling, he walked to the bathroom.

Tonight. He seemed a little more excited than usual. Even kisses. Also more welcoming. Go deeper.

The moment Ding Rou just touched the bed. He couldn't wait. Pull her into your arms. Instantly forced her underneath. The previous lingering never seemed to be enough. And what about her. It also seems to be a little more enthusiastic than ever.

Got her response albeit simply. He felt that his already weak resistance was stimulated even more. Some are out of control and extremely dependent. There is a kind of lingering and attachment of love. It's overwhelming.

"Cold..." is just one word. She wanted to call him by name.

His kiss. It's really good. Keep your eyes closed. She engaged in a lip-to-tongue conversation with him intently. It was already known that he couldn't wait. She is even more physically and mentally fully engaged in the communication between the two.

Tonight. If she were his. Unprecedented. Be his man once...

"Rou'er..."Finally. Merge with her again. No fatigue. I don't know what exertion is. Only enjoy the happiness and pleasure of two people together...

A cold and clear "wreaked havoc" on his body. Ding Rou also tried her best to greet him. Fear of losing him. Fear of losing this feeling and state at this time. She didn't know what kind of encouragement she had suffered. Surrender to the dreams he has woven for himself.