"Hmm...... Not ......"

The hot kiss immediately fell, and he forcefully pried open her lips and teeth, hooked the tip of his tongue to hers, and tossed and sucked her sweetness.

One hand went up from her waist to grasp the softness of her chest and began to rub it slowly.

He hadn't wanted her in two days.

He endured it for two whole days.

The slippery touch of the palm of his hand stimulated the man's desire even more, and he pressed it even more, and his two hands slid down from his shoulders.

"Let it go...... Open ......" Tong Ran was dizzy by his kiss, and was surprised by his restless hands, and hurriedly clamped his legs, "No...... To ......"

Could it be that he wants to be in heat here?!

Is this man crazy?!

She was struggling, and there was a sizzling sound in the pot where the vegetables were stir-frying, and Tong Ran hurriedly pushed his shoulder and pointed to the side, "Hmm...... Cuisine...... Okay......"

If you don't put it up, it's going to burn!

Pity a pot of fragrant minced meat and eggplant......

The man turned a deaf ear and still bullied her, the tip of his tongue pressed into it hard, with a strong and domineering conquest, almost bent her body into ninety degrees, and the kiss became more and more intense, without the slightest intention of letting go.

It's really going to burn!

Tong Ran's eyes widened, almost suffocated by the kiss, only to see that the man didn't even raise his head, raised his right hand to accurately hold the handle of the pot, flipped his wrist, and poured the dishes in the pot into the white porcelain plate on the side.

A series of actions in one go.

Finally, the man bit her lip reprimandively, and only then did he let go of her.

Call......

Tong Ran slid down with her hands on the table, she raised her hand and gently ran it down her chest, almost dying.

Does this man have to be in estrus when he has to cook?!

Does everything have to do with this one in his place?!

……

Tong Ran was already hungry when he smelled the fragrance, and now sitting at the dining table, he looked at the big table of dishes in front of him with round eyes.

Minced meat, eggplant, asparagus stir-fried meat, steamed fish, egg custard, cold fungus......

All light series.

It's all home-cooked food from ordinary people's homes.

Coincidentally, it was all her favorite dishes.

She secretly glanced at Monanjue, picked up the chopsticks and wanted to clip them.

The next moment, her wrist was clamped by a large hand again, and the man looked at her, "Have you washed your hands?"

"......" was not washed.

", wash. "Does this woman know what unhygienic is?

Wash and wash!

Tong Ran went to wash his hands and came back, and couldn't wait to pick up a chopstick eggplant and put it in his mouth.

This taste......

She looked at Mo Nanjue in disbelief, this man actually cooks home-cooked food...... Well done?!

It was almost the same as the taste of her mother in her memory.

The last time she ate the pasta he made, she thought he was just doing Western food well, but she didn't expect him to even be able to cook such an ordinary dish.

"What are you doing with your eyes wide open looking at me?" Mo Nanjue smiled at the corner of his mouth, suddenly smiled evilly, and raised his eyebrows, "Tong Ran, aren't you moved by me...... Fall in love with me?"

......: "Can this man be a little more narcissistic?"

He thought she would fall in love with him if he made a table of dishes for her to eat?!

Tong Ran looked him squarely in the eye, "I won't fall in love with you." ”

Not now, and not later, even more.

She wouldn't fall in love with a man who threatened to imprison her, absolutely not.

"You will. ”

"I won't. ”

"I'll let you will. Mo Nanjue confidently hooked his thin lips, "I am very confident in this, I will definitely make you fall in love, and I will love you very deeply." ”

"Really?" Tong Ran took care of his own dishes, with a disapproving expression, "Even if you force me to fall in love, I will be strangled in the cradle, so it is absolutely impossible to be deep." ”

The man grimaced, "You say it again?"

"I'm not going to fall in love with you, it's a matter of words. ”

"You will!" the man snapped and put the cup on the table, squinting his eyes and looking at her dangerously, "Tong Ran, if you dare to say that I won't, I'll let you see what love is," he paused, and the corners of his mouth were enough to smile, "Up." ”