Qin Weizhou held people holding hands and pinching them, and Song Chinese New Year's Eve sat on him with his feet shrunk, "I've seen this, it's just obsessive-compulsive gospel, but what is this called?" ”

"Piping bag." Qin Weizhou turned the tool in his hand around a few times, pressed out a very beautiful flower on the cake that had been poured with chocolate, and handed it over: "I'll teach you."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve was opening his mouth wide and was shocked that a flower had formed so quickly under his eyes, "But it looks so difficult..."

Qin Weizhou pressed his chin to her ear, "Baby is so smart, he will definitely learn it as soon as he learns." ”

Song Chinese New Year's Eve snorted twice and laughed: "Less comes, if this is so easy to learn, will those pastry chefs and cake chefs be directly unemployed?"

Qin Weizhou: "Don't compare with those ordinary people."

Saying that, Qin Weizhou had already taken Song Chinese New Year's Eve's hand and pressed out another flower next to the cake.

"It's called pairing."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve paused: "Have you gone to study somewhere, why are you so good at talking."

Qin Weizhou: "What do you say?"

Song Chinese New Year's Eve: "Just... Listening to every word you say, it feels sweet. ”

Qin Weizhou turned his head sideways: "It may be your illusion."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve smiled: "Really?" Indeed, Teacher Qin's mouth has always poked love words into the softest piece of flesh in her heart.

Qin Weizhou hit the snake with the stick, "Well, I don't believe it." ”

"Hmm..."

Before Song Chinese New Year's Eve could react, his lips were bitten again.

Qin Weizhou just let go of the redness of the two petals.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve: "......" love words and shamelessness are also in pairs.

She glanced down at the piping bag, and then glanced sideways at Qin Weizhou.

Qin Weizhou hooked his lips and pecked her lips again.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve: "......"

Qin Weizhou: "Chinese New Year's Eve?"

Song Chinese New Year's Eve: "Don't move."

As soon as Qin Weizhou raised his eyebrows, Song Chinese New Year's Eve raised his hand to pinch his chin, and then slowly smiled and raised his hand holding the piping bag.

Qin Weizhou really didn't move, let her do whatever she wanted.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve felt that if he didn't do something, he really couldn't help himself.

So she pinched Qin Weizhou's slightly open thin lips: "Hold!"

Qin Weizhou snorted.

"Good."

Song Chinese New Year's Eve leaned over the piping bag, and without any order, squeezed out a small round cream ball.

The hand retreated a little, Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at him and couldn't help but want to laugh, it was the kind of flower that a very tight teaching gentleman had in his mouth that did not look like a flower.

Qin Weizhou's eyes looked at her helplessly and dotingly, and the affection penetrated, and Song Chinese New Year's Eve looked at it and felt that his heartbeat accelerated uncontrollably.

Maybe it was hard to help himself, or maybe it was deliberate, Song Chinese New Year's Eve opened his lips slightly, approached little by little, and deliberately hit his skin on it, entangled with each other's breath, and then stretched out his little tongue under Qin Weizhou's deep gaze, and the tip of his tongue gently licked on the cream.

Qin Weizhou's arms were already unconsciously vigorously wrapped around her slender waist, and the two people were close together, and Song Chinese New Year's Eve felt that the things in his hands were taken away by Qin Weizhou.

The lips of the two people who were kissed and pasted by the cream were full of rules, Song Chinese New Year's Eve licked, and Qin Weizhou also slowly, like a seduction, brought people to the depths of love.

It's a pity that no one cares about the cake with two flowers, and it is left out in the cold.

However, still in the owner still knows some moderation, Song Chinese New Year's Eve panting and squinting his eyes like a fed kitten lying softly on the man's chest, listening to his heartbeat.