Xie Rongrong put his hand on Xie Xiong's jeans, and his coat came out, and said to everyone that he wanted to go to the toilet to solve the internal emergency.

Xie Xiong occupies the bathroom to take a bath, and he can only go to the pig barn in the backyard and squat in the toilet.

He went downstairs and changed into Xie Xiong's jeans and wool jacket in the Western-style kitchen. Pass the backyard and come to the kitchen.

Pushing open the door, a cloud of white gas struck. He couldn't help but look at it, half-open and half-closed, as if he saw white clouds, fluttering around his body, flying away, suddenly gone, and felt like countless winged elves, scrambling to escape, the winged fan was slightly cold, and he couldn't find it later.

The kitchen was steaming, foggy, empty, dark and damp, and although the electric light was on, the bulb was wrapped and soaked in the water vapor that was tumbling around, like a match head lit during the day, emitting a faint, thin light, sometimes yellow and sometimes blue, turning orange to purple, and erratic. He leaned over the doorframe, leaned in, and for a moment became in a trance, thinking that he had entered the sauna by mistake.

Four stoves, all set up steamers, the big stove is steaming "Buddha jumping over the wall", three small stoves, steaming steamed pork, lion's head, and cloak balls. A large clay pot is used on the briquette stove to simmer the lotus root soup with bones. In each stove, the fire is blazing, the hot water is boiling, and the white air is shrouded. The entire kitchen, every corner, was filled with a white mist, and the window glass was also foggy, and the mist condensed into small water droplets, which slowly slid down, leaving a sticky, wet track, like a snail crawling.

Xiao Lin sat on the small bench and added firewood to the four stoves, and the sparks reflected her red face, her eyebrows and eyes were picturesque, and she was as bright as a peach and plum.

He saw this face countless times in his dreams, but it was often a flash of surprise, far away in the sky. He woke up and couldn't fall asleep again, tossing and turning, imagining her peerless beauty. She is full of heaven, her black hair is like lacquer, her eyes are like a phoenix, she looks forward to the brilliance, the autumn waves are rippling, her earth is round, her nose is like an onion, her ears are heavy with pearls, her mouth is like a cherry, her lips are soft, the corners of her mouth are delicate, and her dimples are playful. At this moment, the face in front of me, reflecting the fire, the eyebrows are more and more moving, the appearance is more lively, it is even more perfect than imagined, the skin is better than the snow, the beauty is hidden in the pretty, the eye waves are flowing, and the desire to talk is unparalleled, those beautiful women in the painting who are ashamed of the flowers and the moon, rigid, stiff, cold, those bewitching and glamorous calendar models, wood, machinery, artificiality, compared with the shining her, suddenly eclipsed.

With a delicate face, delicate facial features, dignified eyebrows, fair skin, pretty appearance, slender figure, and a fairy-like beautiful girl, Xie Wangfang was drunk and couldn't help but flutter, he gently locked the door with his backhand, and quietly turned the secret button.

Xiao Lin didn't seem to notice, got up and stood up, leaned over and opened the lid of the steamer, held chopsticks in her hand, raised her buttocks on tiptoe, bent over and stretched out her arms, put the chopsticks into the stew pot, and inserted it to see if the seafood was steamed. She does everything in every move, there are a few square circles, don't meddle rashly, just add to the mess, the size of the chopping vegetables is inconsistent, to change the knife, the dishes and bowls are not cleaned, to be rewashed, the stove dripping juice is sprinkled with soup, to be wiped dry, there is water in the pot, to be poured out, she has to wipe her buttocks, and then clean up the mess, the more she helps, the more tired she stinks. Every time it comes to stir-frying, she is the only one on the stove who is busy, singing a one-man show. Xie Han made a move, and he was limited to handing over the empty plate and bowl, waiting for her to add food, and then serving it to the table.

Xie Fanrong stroked Xiao Lin with his eyes, from the high bun on the back of his head, the navy blue bun set with lace, the head flower with pink silk bow, to the even and slender shoulders, the waist as soft as aquatic plants, the round and strong buttocks, the slender and straight thighs, and the slender high-heeled leather shoes.

Every time Xiao Lin inserts a blunt cup, she has to tiptoe and lift her hips once, and her buttocks are lifted and released, tight and loose, trembling like playing cotton.

Witnessing the petite and delicate back, moving and trembling, naughty and foolish like a goblin, light and flexible posture, shaking and crazy, eccentric like mischief, Xie Rongxing became more and more thirsty the more he looked, the more he looked at it, the more red his eyes became, his heartbeat accelerated, and his face burned his ears hot. He held his breath, stepped forward lightly, stood quietly behind Xiao Lin, looked at the back of her neck, and saw a few strands of fluffy soft hair that had not been combed up, playing small curls, only to see that the skin was white and delicate, the blood flow in the blue veins, the beating of the muscles between the cyan tendons, were all clear and transparent, and there was a layer of fluffy fluff under the ears. His heart was like a deer, he gasped for air, and put a hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently.

He didn't dare to be bold and tough, as he usually treated frivolous women, so domineering, so rough and unrestrained, uncharacteristically cautious and tentative, just because of the scene in the kitchen, he remembered the snail girl in the folk tale at that moment, he was hungry to cook for "him", disappeared automatically when eating, cleaned "him" when dirty, and disappeared when he wore it, he was gentle and virtuous to "him", and treated "him" with deep affection, but "he" didn't know where "she" was sacred, and he had never been able to see "her" true face.

Xie Fanfang didn't dare, he was afraid that he would be impulsive and scare Xiao Lin away, and since then they have been strangers to each other, just like "him" who did something wrong with good intentions, because he wanted to repay "her" for his kindness, he deliberately lurked outside the kitchen door one day, made a sudden sneak attack, and finally grabbed "her" stir-fried hand, and sincerely showed his love and proposed, looking forward to sharing the same bed, loving husband and wife, and having a group of children. But when he saw "her" beautiful face, he also heard Yinling's delicate voice, and after telling him the truth, he cried and said goodbye to him, his fate was over, and he couldn't see each other again. It turned out that "she" was the daughter of the dragon king, who went ashore to play, overtime in the sun, turned into a snail, and was picked up by "him" and raised in the water tank. The aquarium is inseparable from the moisture of water, and after a long time, it will lose water and finally dry up and die. In order to repay the grace of saving her life, she washed and cooked, and turned stones into gold, after all, people and gods have different paths, and they cannot grow old together, and when they meet, it is the day of separation.

Even if they are like the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, Dong Yong and the Seven Fairies, they are not separated in the end? Seeing the Dragon Girl turn into a wisp of green smoke and disappear from the dust, "he" can't regret it! Xie Fanfang doesn't want to regret it, instead of being a stranger, it is better to preserve friendship, even if it is regretful, at least they can have friendly exchanges, play together for a long time, and go on beautifully, and even meet every day.

Xie Rongrong gasped, as if spraying a small fire on the back of Xiao Lin's neck. She can no longer pretend to be unaware, in front of men, pretending to be honest and honest, pretending to be ignorant, pretending to be weak and helpless, pretending to be innocent and helpless, is the treasure book of her survival, relying on men, is the essence, clinging is just the way. She turned around suddenly, lowered her eyebrows, and said nothing, but her neck and face were flushed, layer by layer, circle, rippling like water waves, red as if smeared with chili pepper water, and peeking from time to time, his eyes were both soft and shy, both worried and cautious. She immediately pretended to be both aggrieved, coquettish, and pouting naughty, twisting, hypocritically suggestive, the corners of her mouth seemed to be smiling, the corners of her eyes were surprised and happy, and accompanied by a curious sigh, alas, ---, dragged a long trembling nasal sound, spitting out a soft airflow.

Xiao Lin turned around suddenly, Xie Fanfang's hand didn't have time to retract at once, and it happened to slip on her chest impartially, colliding into a soft and silky ball, hot, warm, like a bun that had just come out of the cage. He grabbed it without thinking, clasped it in the palm of his hand, rubbed it gently, pinched it slowly, spread his five fingers, and closed them again in an instant, his palm was loose and tight, and his fingers stretched and contracted, like noodles. The blank expression on his face, the begging eyes, and the intimate gesture were almost like a child begging for milk from his mother: You give me food, okay? I'm hungry, please!

The kitchen is like a sauna, people in the room are like a sauna, and the water vapor makes Xiao Lin's face flushed, watery, white and tender, white and red, pink, red and simple, and red overflowing. The effect is like steaming, applying face, cleansing, moisturizing, tonifying serum, applying elastic pills, and series in a beauty salon, the skin will return to a baby state, like fruit pinching out juice, like dancing with a string.

Xiao Lin saw Xie Prosperity's demeanor, but she didn't kneel, bowed down under her skirt, held her hand on her back, and begged with tears, "Little mother, I haven't eaten water and rice for three days, I'm hungry, I'm dizzy with thirst, I'm bitter, pity me, enjoy the milk and eat". Dog men meet dog women, stallions meet grass donkeys, all have families and rooms, all have children and daughters, all have countless people, and all have extraordinary experience. Although he didn't say it with his mouth, she understood everything, tacitly, no words are better than sounds, and she can understand even if she doesn't click.

Xiao Lin knows that there is no overnight in the world, and there is no once and for all, and there is a lot of foreshadowing to be done in order to succeed. First the hippie ghost pretended to be a good family, snubbed the cold bench, and then was proud and picky, wanting to capture the old and indulged, and then the nun temple exposed the dust, happy eyebrows and hot eyes, and then hesitated, wanted to refuse and welcome, and now finally won the "handsome and rich stupid guy", she was happy in her heart, and a sentence floated in her mind, a really powerful woman is not only a little girl, but also a big woman, and occasionally has to be a "little mother" for a "big boy". The mother is great and selfless, the mother cannot refuse the needs of her son, she will only respond to her needs, only loving care, pampered care, make a mistake or something, it is not appropriate to tear her face and care, and she is embarrassed to pull her braids.

Xiao Lin smiled smugly, threw a coquettish wink, grabbed Xie Fanxing's hand on his chest, pressed it briskly, pinched it, and quickly let go, like a little water. Then, squeezing his eyebrows, making his eyes, smacking his tongue, curling his mouth, squinting at Qiubo, and smiling.

Xie Rongrong rashly moved his hands and feet, and did not get a response for a moment, he was annoyed that he was reckless, he thought that Xiao Lin was going to turn her face and shout as usual, she would be angry, and she could only apologize and ask for forgiveness, and apologize for forgiveness. But in a blink of an eyeball, he found that she in front of him was calm and grimacing, without an inexplicable panic look, only a funny appearance that was not angry, and there was no shock by shaking his sleeves without anger, he was brisk and nervous.

Xiao Lin tiptoed on his feet, kissed Xie Xingxing's cheeks, put his hands around his neck, his feet off the ground, Tang Seng crossed up like a seat, hung around his waist in the air, and hung on him.

Xie Rongrong was so excited that he could barely breathe. Time was pressing, there was no time to talk about the romance, kissing and caressing, he didn't say a word, hugged his shoulder with one hand, hugged his waist with the other, and made a detour sideways, pressing Xiao Lin down on the straw pile in front of the stove, untying his clothes, and moving wantonly.