Xia Yucheng was busy in the kitchen with an apron, and Jian Yuxi called her to go home before she got off work, so she bought some vegetables and came back early to make them, because Feng Hao promised to come up for dinner.

At six o'clock, Feng Hao came, and he looked at Jian Yuxi's expression was still relatively indifferent.

"Mr. Feng, are you here, Cheng Cheng is ...... in the kitchen" Jian Yuxi didn't mind Feng Hao's attitude very much, she felt that as long as he could be good to Xia Yucheng for a lifetime, her heart would be at peace.

Hearing that Xia Yucheng was in the kitchen, Feng Hao frowned slightly, because Xia Yucheng was still in the middle of menstruation, she was tired, and he would feel distressed.

Thinking about it, he walked to the kitchen, and as soon as he walked to the door, he heard Xia Yucheng say: "Come and wash your hands, the soup is ready to eat!"

Feng Hao immediately smiled, stepped forward and hugged her thin waist from behind, bent down slightly and rubbed her face with his face: "How do you know that I am here?"

"Listen to your footsteps!" Xia Yucheng was a little shy, but he couldn't help but lean back slightly, close to his chest.

"Isn't it uncomfortable?"

"If you want to come to my house for dinner, of course I have to cook it myself, otherwise I won't want to go!"

"Your home?" Feng Hao lowered his head and bit the corner of her lip, and asked with a smile, "Not mine?"

Xia Yucheng turned around, nodded slightly, and said, "The temple here is small, if you like it, it will be your home." But that's it, isn't it you?"

"Fool, what's yours and mine, for me, where you are, it's home!" he loved the feeling of being with her, even covetous.

It is a kind of warmth, satisfaction, love, and pampering, mixed together, and gathered into a warm current. This warm current filled his heart with joy.

Therefore, even if she was so reluctant at first, he tried every possible way to catch her.

"Lord Wind, did you drink honey when you came?" she chuckled, chinning.

He tapped her chin with his finger and said, "I didn't drink honey, I drank poison, the poison you gave." ”

"What then, there's no cure!" she looked innocent, her arms lazily hooking his neck. He was tall, and she was wearing slippers, so she basically had to go a little below his shoulders.

"Do you know how to dance ballet?" asked Feng Hao suddenly.

Xia Yucheng didn't understand what he meant, and just as she was about to ask, he hooked the back of her head.

He almost quickly lowered his head and kissed her little mouth, his thin lips wide open over her cherry little mouth, from gentle rubbing to eagerly prieing open her lips to soak in her sweetness.

She refuses in a panic, the small space in the kitchen gives this intimacy a hazy charm-seductive color.

His warm snort pressed against her sensitive skin, because he was so tall that his whole body covered hers, making her whole body snuggle softly into his arms, unable to move.

had to passively stand on tiptoe, and suddenly understood, why did he just ask her if she could dance ballet?

He held her back and stroked it, rubbing her soft body down and pressing it against himself. The hot embrace and strong kiss disturbed her mind.

"Hao, mom is ...... outside"

She murmured and turned her head away, but let him imprint the kiss on her beautiful neck, and the slight tingling spread through his bite, causing her to tremble.